Snow Regrets

by M. A. Innes

  Fuck.

  I had to wait until we were both ready?

  Groaning, I whimpered and did my best to fight the mindless urge to move. Instead of seeing my submission as a silent plea to keep going so I could show him how good I could be, Master kept teasing my ass and tracing invisible circles around my hole. “Spread your legs. You’re hiding your body from your Master.”

  He was going to kill me.

  But it would be an incredible way to go, so I spread my legs wider and tried to remember to breathe. I’d never felt more exposed or more wanted. I could hear his desire in every breath, and every time I shifted, I could feel his trapped erection.

  “Good boy.” Master spanked me two more times, softer than ever which just made me bite back a plea for him to do it harder. Even knowing rationally how some people craved the pain, it was mind-blowing.

  As his fingers circled my hole, I let out another moan and arched my ass up for him. “My needy boy.”

  I was pretty sure desperate or frantic would’ve been a better word, but I wasn’t going to correct him.

  I still had a few important brain cells left.

  “But there’s still a question…do I want to help you fly and show you subspace or do I want to fuck you?” Just the sexy, dirty words would have pushed me higher, but when his finger slowly breached my ass, all I could do was whine and grasp at the covers to hold myself back.

  Master just chuckled again. “I think you want to come. You’re ready to feel your Master deep inside you, but I’m not sure if you’ve been good enough. You might need to be spanked more.”

  Fuck.

  How was I supposed to respond to that?

  Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be up to me.

  “You might not have learned your lesson through a spanking, but maybe having to please your Master will help you remember who you belong to.” As his words trailed off and I finally figured out what he meant, his finger started shallowly fucking me.

  Yes!

  Toys and plugs were fun, but just the tip of his finger was better than anything I’d done to myself. It had to be something about the surrender or because he was completely in control, but it was better than I’d ever imagined.

  I was a mess of sensations and needs, so I didn’t realize he’d even removed his hand from my back until I heard the click of the lube cap. I wanted to beg him to go faster, but for some reason, all I could was shake.

  It was like my brain and body were in two different places.

  When Master started to stroke my ass in a tender, comforting way, I thought he might have misunderstood and thought I was scared or nervous. I wasn’t, but I just couldn’t control anything. It was like I was going to rattle apart if he stopped.

  “Shh…I know what you need.” The sweet words sounded dirty as the lube squirted out of the container. When his fingers came back to my hole, thick and slick with lube, it was like all the air in my body rushed out of me at once.

  The first finger penetrated me so slowly I knew he was doing it deliberately. Did he want me to remember this moment or was it about him? It was so easy to picture a sentimental man like Forest wanting to soak up every second.

  When he finally sank as deep as he could go, he waited several torturously long seconds before pulling out just as slowly. He was fucking me in tender slow motion, but it was going to make me insane. If I thought being patient for my spanking was hard, this was even more frustrating.

  I let out a low whine and spread my legs wider. Master chuckled as he continued his torture. “Do you want more? I don’t want to hurt my boy before I get a chance to play with him.”

  He didn’t want to break his toy.

  How fucking hot was that?

  Frantic sounds tumbled out as I clenched down on his finger like it was my dildo or plug. Master groaned and squeezed down on one tender cheek as he continued fucking me. “Oh yes, my needy boy.”

  His desperate boy.

  His achingly empty boy.

  One finger would never be enough.

  “Please. Master. I can’t…” I squeezed the covers and pressed my legs into the mattress to keep from humping his lap or thrusting back against his finger.

  I wanted to be good for him, but it was too much teasing.

  “My impatient boy.” He didn’t seem frustrated by that, so I concentrated on the desire and command in his voice. “But I guess since it’s your first time pleasing me, I’ll forgive your impatience.”

  There were flashes of frustration for not being good enough along with utter bliss that the wait might be finally over. “You’re going to have years to learn to give yourself to me where time doesn’t mean a thing. One day you’ll be able to be good for me while I tie you to the bed and edge you for hours. I think it’s going to take years of practice—but you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

  I had to answer?

  Whimpers must have worked because that was all I could manage, but he seemed pleased. “Yes, that’s my good boy.”

  Fuck.

  Every time he said that it was like he pulled me deeper inside him. His good boy…his needy boy…his. That was all I wanted…all I’d ever wanted. And now the faceless lover who I thought would never exist was my Daddy and Master.

  Chapter 17

  Forest

  His body was hungry…pulling me in like he was held together with nothing but desperation and desire. He might not have ever let someone take him before, but he knew what he wanted and his body knew what to do.

  Oh yes, my boy had enjoyed his time with his toys.

  Need was coursing through him and I knew if I didn’t let him come soon, spontaneous combustion was going to become a distinct possibility. Adding a second finger went just as smoothly as the first except the frantic note in his wordless pleas got even stronger.

  No, drawing things out too long wouldn’t be a good idea if I wanted to be inside him when he exploded.

  I alternated between slow caresses along his back and rough kneading to his sensitive cheeks just to keep him on edge, and I had a feeling that back and forth was the only thing keeping him off balance enough to stay teetering on the edge.

  When it was clear his body was relaxed enough for two, I eased out. Three might be better, but it wasn’t necessary—and from the way he’d responded to the spanking, I was fairly sure he didn’t need a lot of prep.

  My naughty boy liked a bit of pain.

  One day when we had nothing but time, I was going to stretch out his spanking and send him flying. But subspace wasn’t in our current plan.

  As I eased my fingers out of his ass, he let out a low whine and arched his ass up, pleading. I gave it another firm smack right over his needy hole. “Be a good boy.”

  Pleasure seemed to roll through him as his body strained and his head came off the bed. He was barely hanging on. I ran my hand over his pink ass. “Roll over on the bed. I want to see your face when I slide inside you.”

  Oh, how he responded to dirty talk.

  He was beautiful as every desire played out on his face and in his every response. Even when he was hiding his face against the bed, he telegraphed his emotions perfectly. And right now his emotions seemed to be focused on being frustrated as he figured out his legs didn’t want to work.

  God, he was perfect.

  Wrapping my arms around him, I helped him balance on all fours until he could sit up. As he lay back down on the bed, I dragged my hand down his chest to his straining but trapped erection. “My needy boy.”

  If he felt exposed or uncomfortable in a negative way, I couldn’t see it. There were little flashes of pain as he wiggled on the bed and explored how his ass felt against the sheets and I could see a faint blush as I tugged the briefs over his cock but nothing that said I needed to pull back.

  Rolling over, I pulled down his underwear slowly before tossing them to the bed. “Spread your legs.”

  The words came out rough and full of desire. Joseph loved them, though, because his dick bobbed b
ack and forth and his hands were scrambling to grip the covers. “No touching that pretty cock. Who does it belong to?”

  As he fought to answer my question, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. That didn’t seem to help his ability to talk. Especially when I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly worked them down my thighs.

  The more my body came into view, the less his mouth worked, so I wasn’t surprised to see him staring up at me as my boxer briefs joined my jeans at the end of the bed. I stretched over him, letting my dick slide against his and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I asked you a question, boy.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was the show of domination or just the touch of my cock, but he gasped and jerked like lightning had shot through him. But the fiery sensation seemed to jump-start his brain because he swallowed hard. “You, Master. My cock belongs to you.”

  There was no doubt how much he loved that.

  Ownership.

  What my boy wanted more than anything was to belong.

  “That’s right.” I pressed another tender kiss to his lips. The innocence was completely at odds with all the wicked things I wanted to do with him and to him. “And if you want to come, you need to remember that.”

  I was never going to let him forget that either.

  Mind.

  Body.

  Soul.

  Heart.

  I wanted every inch of him.

  Joseph was looking at me with such love it made my heart ache. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good boy.” As the sweet words fell from my lips, I sat up, kneeling between his legs, and reached for the lube again.

  If I thought Joseph loved dirty talk, that was nothing compared to watching me touch myself. I couldn’t decide if he was a bit of a voyeur or if it was just about me specifically, but his pupils dilated and precum dripped from his cock as I slowly worked the lube over my erection.

  When I was basically just jerking off to play with his frustration, I smiled and reached between his legs to tease his barely visible hole. “Are you ready for me, boy?”

  Making him talk was probably mean, but since it kept him from getting so lost in his own fantasies that he came anyway, I didn’t feel bad about it. “Yes, Master.”

  His words were husky as I pushed one leg up to open him so I could spread the last of the lube in his hole. I’d been generous before, but hurting him was the last thing I’d ever want. As he started to shake again, he closed his eyes and the covers started bunching around us.

  Oh yes, he was more than ready.

  Bracing his other leg with my arm, I stretched out over him again and slowly pushed against his entrance. He was still tight, but his body opened like it was hungry and I was everything he’d ever wanted. As I slid in, he groaned and whimpered. His eyes finally opened as I bottomed out and I leaned down to kiss him again.

  “Mine.” I looked deep in his eyes as I pulled out and thrust back in, chasing the air from his lungs. “You’re mine and I won’t ever let you forget that.”

  His arms wrapped around me as I took his mouth in a heated kiss, pinning me against him in an almost painful grip. As our tongues dueled and I nibbled on his full lips, I sent him flying with long, hard thrusts.

  When I finally pulled back we were both breathless, but as I pushed his legs wider, I found the perfect angle to nail his prostate and he went from breathless to soaring in seconds. His body clamped down around me and I could feel his orgasm building.

  Working his body even harder, I braced myself on one arm, basically pinning him to the bed. His legs wrapped around me and I reached between us, gripping his dick in a rough hold. He cried out as his body started to race toward his orgasm.

  He was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. There wasn’t a sunset in a foreign land or a sight that could ever compare to the look on his face.

  Watching his desire begin to explode over him, I gave him the permission he’d been frantically waiting to hear. “Come.”

  His pleasure echoed off the walls as he clamped down on my dick, screaming out as it raced through him. Cum streaked his chest and I finally stopped fighting my own desire. As I soaked up his sounds and the way his body worked mine trying to wring every drop of pleasure he could, I exploded deep in him, marking him as mine and filling him.

  As the desire-filled storm passed, I kissed his face tenderly, trying to decide how long I could stay deep inside him.

  Forever didn’t seem long enough.

  I stroked over his cheek, kissing his smiling lips again. “Baby…you just…I…”

  When he chuckled and hugged me close, I grinned. “You chase every thought from my head.”

  He shook his head, a teasing sparkle in his eyes. “Oh no, that’s my line.”

  “Are you going to argue with me?” I reached down and gave his ass a pinch.

  He gasped out and wiggled as the sensations rushed through him. “Too much?”

  He shook his head. “No, it’s not the spanking. I just forgot you were still inside me and it was weird.”

  Chuckling, I kissed him again. “You are the most incredible thing that has ever come into my life.”

  There were so many more things I wanted to say, but not when we were naked and dripping with cum. The first time I told him I loved him there wouldn’t be any doubt why I said the words. Easing out of him, I chuckled as he wiggled again and scrunched up his face. “Okay, that’s nothing like when I pull a plug out.”

  Laughing, I wrapped my arms around him and rolled over so he was draped over me. He was just shaking his head. “You’re getting us sticky.”

  Evidently, dildos were neater.

  I was going to have fun reminding him of that in thirty years. One day this would be a distant memory we smiled about, but for now, all I wanted was to hold him and soak up his smiles. He was my sweet boy and this was a moment I never wanted to forget.

  ****

  “Okay, I’ll be gone about two hours. Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I really didn’t want to leave him, but while the weather was pretty, someone needed to head into town and grab a few things.

  He gave me a look like I was being silly and held up his tablet and blanket. “Not unless you want to torture me.”

  Barking out a laugh, I leaned over the back of the couch and kissed his head. “Brat.”

  After watching cartoons and playing earlier, he’d been bundled up on the couch for hours just relaxing. It was the most peaceful I’d seen him since he’d gotten to the cabin. I’d been worried that after sleeping on everything that had happened yesterday he’d regret his decisions, but my fears had been baseless.

  There was nothing but trust and tenderness when he looked at me. Even when he’d woken up with me wrapped around him, he’d just rolled over and curled into me, asking Daddy if he could have more pancakes. It’d been one of the most perfect days I could ever remember.

  He grinned. “You said I didn’t have to come. No takebacks.”

  I had a feeling it was more about the roads and less about leaving his book, but that was something I’d poke at later. For the time being, I was enjoying his smiles and kisses and I had no intention of bringing up anything he would find stressful.

  “Have fun.” I cupped his cheek as I stood. “No jerking off while I’m gone.”

  He blushed and buried his face in the covers. “I remember the rules. Besides, you wore me out in the shower earlier.”

  It wasn’t my fault he was sexy when he was wet. “That was all on you. I can still hear you moaning and begging to come again.”

  “Because you were…you had…” He groaned and pushed the covers down off his head. “Because you were fucking me with your fingers and driving me insane.”

  I shrugged. “I was making sure you were clean.”

  He was still sputtering and trying to decide how to fight back against that without getting in trouble as I left. The drive down to the small town about half an hour from the cabin was easy. Between the plows and sun, the roads were dry and
everything looked beautiful.

  There had been a big part of me that just wanted to stay curled up with him on the couch, but we were out of brownie mix and I had a few things I wanted to pick up for him. I’d been thinking about getting a bottle and a few more toys would be fun.

  The small town didn’t have many options as far as shopping went, but they did have a dollar store and general all-purpose store that was basically a generic version of Walmart. But they were really all I needed, so as I wandered around the main store, I was finding everything on my list, including a few things like a coloring book and a new DVD with a Star Wars cartoon I wasn’t familiar with. When I was done, I headed up to the main counter where I was greeted by a smiling woman who looked like she was a thousand years old.

  “You up here for the holidays, sweetie?” When I nodded, her smile widened. “Well, I hope you’re having a nice vacation. Merry Christmas. You forget a few things for the kids? It’s hard when you travel for Christmas.”

  Christmas?

  Pulling out my phone, I looked at the date and mentally started cursing myself. How was it the twenty-fourth already? When I’d first gone up to the cabin, I’d mentally acknowledged I’d be alone for the holiday, but it hadn’t made a difference to me.

  But now there was Joseph to consider.

  How had I forgotten Christmas? Every little boy needed presents from his Daddy even if nothing else had changed between us. Forcing myself to casually put my phone back in my pocket, I smiled. “And it looks like I’m supposed to grab a few more things.”

  She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Honey-do lists are never-ending.”

  If she thought my wife had been texting me, I wasn’t going to dissuade her of that notion. Small towns aside, she didn’t need to know I was a moron who forgot Christmas. Or that I was a Daddy in a very unconventional sense.

  I sighed and nodded like a put-out husband, but gave her a smile. “I’ll be right back.”

  We didn’t need an elaborate meal or anything crazy, but wrapping paper and tape were quickly added to the cart along with some lights and fake garland. A tree wasn’t practical because there was no way to hide something like that, but I had an idea that could work.