Hope on the Rocks (Rainbow Cove)

“Being your Daddy isn’t play. Not for me.” Expression still solemn, he swept his thumb over my mouth, soothing where I had bitten. “And part of that is a responsibility to not punish if you don’t need that from me.”

“You’re very wise.” If I didn’t want to keep him to myself so much, I’d suggest he add Daddy Dom wisdom to his line of bartender sayings. He was everything my kinky heart had ever desired, and my entire chest ached with trying to hold all of my emotions.

“I don’t know about that.” He finally went ahead and started the truck, heading back toward my condo. “I’m figuring stuff out, same as you. But you make me want to get it right, be a good Daddy for you.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, heart way too exposed and vulnerable. I needed a topic change before his sweetness overrode all my common sense. Better to get back to the sex talk. “Spanking is hot though, whether it’s punishment or play or whatever. Sometimes I watch it in porn.”

“Oh, I’m not disagreeing. It’s hot as hell. And spanking you would be playing, not punishing, but also me giving you what you need because you want it. And because it’s sexy and it turns both of us on.”

“Yes.” My breath sped up, coming in harsher pants, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. He let me stew a few minutes as he navigated from the lake neighborhood to my condo.

“You like that idea, huh?” He gave me a wicked smile as he parked in the space I was rapidly coming to think of as his. “You want to be my birthday spanking? Be a good boy for me and take it before I fuck you?”

“Yes. God. Yes.” I exhaled in a heady rush, more than ready to race to my bedroom, but Adam moved at a more meandering pace as we made our way to my door.

“Good. You go get ready.” He pointed at the stairs after I let us into the condo. “I know you like being prepared. I’ll chill with my phone.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I stretched to give him a quick kiss. I was way more finicky about things like showers and personal prep for fucking than he was, so it was sweet, the way he always accommodated my preferences.

“My pleasure, baby.” He turned my fast kiss into something hotter and more lingering, sliding his tongue into my mouth and wrapping a possessive hand around the back of my neck. My lips tingled my whole shower, anticipation making even mundane tasks like soaping up that much sexier. And simply thinking about Adam’s mouth, the way he got into things like rimming, was enough to have me half-hard by the time I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back into my bedroom.

Adam lounged on my bed in his boxers, playing some sort of game on his phone, but he set it aside and sat up as soon as he noticed me. “All clean, good boy?”

“Yes, Daddy. I like you in my bed, waiting for me.” Strangely shy, I went to stand next to the bed. I hadn’t bothered with my glasses because I figured they’d get in the way, with what we had planned, but not having them on added to how naked I felt.

“Come here.” Licking his lips, he unwrapped my towel and gave me a kiss on the stomach right above my cock. “You’re a damn tasty birthday present.”

“Thank you.” The brush of his beard made my stomach wobble, as did the sight of the lube bottle next to him. God, I wanted this.

“Over my lap,” he ordered. Blushing, I complied as a nervous laugh escaped my throat. I felt weirdly giddy, the rush of wanting something so much and so long and finally getting it mingling with the awkwardness of being so on display. Fabulous mind reader as always, Adam soothed me with a warm hand on my back. “I’m going to spank you because we both want it, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I closed my eyes, trying to find the place on the other side of any embarrassment where this was hot and fun because Adam was my Daddy, and he made it safe to want this.

“Remember your words. I’m gonna push you a little because I think you need that, but you can say stop or red if it’s too much or you need to slow down.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. He took such good care of me.

“Good boy.” He went from stroking my back to groping my ass, rubbing and squeezing. “Gonna warm you up first. I want you wearing my handprints when I fuck your ass.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I barely got the words out before his hand came down on my ass. Hard. The slap seemed to echo through the room, its loudness both crass and sexy, flesh on flesh. It hurt more than I’d thought, especially the second slap. I trusted Adam to stop if I said I’d misjudged the appeal of this act, but I kind of wanted to see what happened next.