Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Of course you want me to. It’ll make you feel so good.”

He lay on his side beside me and captured my left nipple between his teeth. My body jolted at the sensation that slammed into my gut and robbed my breath. He didn’t just lick my nipple. No, he latched onto it and sucked on the nub, his other hand sliding through the hair on my front and down and taking my cock into his hand. He stroked me, and what little reserve my body had broke.

“Ari, god!” I grunted as his teeth skimmed the sensitive peak of my nipple.

“So good, Daddy,” he moaned around the peak. His tongue flicked the nub, fluttering over the hard point. My chest heaved as if I’d taken part in a five-thousand-meter race.

When he shifted over me and treated himself to the other nipple, I gave up all pretense of not enjoying that. I’d never had my nipples sucked quite like that before. Maybe licked a little, but not completely suckled like Ari did. It was definitely one of those acts I would never forget, no matter how much I wasn’t into what he was doing to me.

And I wasn’t.

Holy shit, I couldn't be. He'd drugged me, for fuck’s sake.

He licked, and I moaned, tugging at the ropes. I wanted to touch him.

Ari finally released my nipple, the hair around the area damp from his saliva. He kissed my belly and gave me a sweet smile. “Oh, I love your body so much, Daddy. We’re so different.”

He touched his hand to my round, hairy belly. Then, in one smooth movement, he straddled my chest with his back to me. He leaned forward, tilting his hips up, and the string of the thong slipped back between his cheeks, the material resting snugly against the slightly darker pink hue of his butthole.

“Enjoy the view, Daddy,” he said. He took hold of my cock by the base and lavished the tip with his lips. He kissed the head of my cock, moaning loudly as he took me in deeper, inch by inch. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel the heat his tongue unleashed.

“God, Ari, please don’t.” But even as I begged him not to, the words came out in a moan of pleasure. The way his tongue wrapped around my cock was glorious. I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly to control the urge to buck up into his mouth.

Without warning, Ari rocked back, covering my face with his ass. He giggled as he rubbed himself over me, reached back to grab his cheeks, and spread them.

“Please, Daddy,” he begged me. “Please fuck me with your tongue.”

I wanted to. I wanted so badly to bury my tongue into his pink hole, but I resisted the urge. He obviously wasn’t satisfied I wouldn’t play his little game. He eased up and stared over his shoulder down at me, disappointment in his eyes, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout.

“I cooked for you,” he said softly. “I kept your home clean, and twice I made you come. Would have made you come more if you’d let me. I think it’s only fair you give me something back.”

When I kept my jaw clenched tight, he narrowed his eyes. “Suit yourself, Daddy. You can suffocate on my ass or give us both what we want.”

He sat on my face again, this time not giving me the space to breathe. It was oddly arousing, having the air deprived of my lungs while his lush ass rubbed over my face. God, how could I be so fucking turned on by this game we were playing? He jerked his hips up, and I gasped at the sudden air I was allowed. He snagged the lacy string of the thong and pulled it to one side.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Daddy. Do it now!”

He sounded like a demanding, petulant child, but when he rocked his hips back, I stuck out my tongue and delved into his hole, giving us both what we needed. He gasped and moaned, his elated cries of joy filling the room.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes, fuck, yes.”

He bounced on my face with his perky ass, giving me moments of air to drag into my lungs before he was back to sitting on my face. He leaned backward, gripped my trapped hands for leverage, and rode my tongue.

My cock pulsed at being ignored. I was so hard it hurt, and precum leaked from my slit. I ate his ass until he couldn’t take it anymore. Until he fell forward onto my legs, breathing hard, trembling.

“So good,” he groaned, then gave a shaky laugh. “You almost made me come. But I can’t come yet. I need to come with you inside me.”

“Ari.” I took a deep breath. “Untie me, and let’s talk.”

“If I untie you, will you fuck me?” He bent over to the bedside table and returned with lube in hand.

I groaned. “Don’t you get it? We need to talk before we do this. Sex is an important step in a relationship.”

“I know. That’s why I want to take it with you.”

He grabbed the dildo he had before and lubed it generously. I tried to turn my head, but he wasn’t having any of it. He latched the straps of the dildo behind my head. I might have raised my head to accommodate him. I swore I didn't mean to, but it was hard to say no to Ari. The base of the dildo rested against my mouth, the thick silicone pointing to the ceiling.

“This is going to be so good,” he murmured. “I’m giving you a real view here, Daddy.”