The Only Way To Live

by M. A. Innes

  Chapter 13

  Derek

  Somehow I ended up going back to Sean’s house.

  I’d have worried about rushing him into something he wasn’t ready for, but he kind of broke my brain. So it was going to be up to him to make decisions for a little while longer.

  The only things I’d remembered to do as we’d left work was to lock up and text Jules that I wasn’t going to be home tonight. All I got back from him was an emoji that looked like a zucchini. He’d clearly already gone to bed, but I couldn’t decide if he’d been aiming for an eggplant or if that was the last emoji he’d used.

  Who was he texting zucchinis to?

  Since my brain was obviously filled with weird shit at the moment, Sean had decided that I wasn’t fit to drive. That might have been how I ended up at his place, but I wasn’t sure.

  By the time I started really thinking again—god that had been a great scene—he was shoving me toward his bathroom as I yawned. Shaking my head, I decided to fuck good decisions and pouted. “You have to come too.”

  Yep. I’d worry about manipulating him tomorrow.

  All I wanted at the moment was for him to touch me and to keep the wonderful fuzzy feeling he’d given me. That meant I was going to keep him next to me for as long as I could.

  “All right. If that’s what you want.” Since he didn’t fight very hard, I decided I wasn’t going to worry about it tomorrow either.

  “Yes.” And maybe if I was cuddly enough he’d get me off again.

  Oh, maybe if I was cute and cuddly enough he’d fuck me.

  That would be even better.

  Just thinking about it had me feeling empty as my dick started to harden again. I’d lost any subtlety during my spanking, so it wasn’t hard for Sean to tell why I was wiggling against him.

  He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me as he walked us toward the bathroom. “You cannot be ready again.”

  I gave a low moan as he tightened his grip, not letting me play with my dick.

  He didn’t play with it either.

  “Shower first.” He was in complete Dom mode, clearly wanting to take care of me.

  I was going to have to work on that.

  He could take care of me in more ways than just getting me clean. I just had to point that out. Besides, he hadn’t come when he’d been spanking me, so I had that going for me.

  That was enough incentive to get my brain to start picking up the scattered pieces.

  “Yes, Daddy.” Brain cells were really helpful.

  He’d agreed to shower with me.

  Yeah, if taking me back to his house was a little clue, the shower was an even bigger one. Daddy was ready for more than just spanking me.

  God, that’d been fabulous.

  For a newbie, he certainly knew how to spank a sub.

  Wait.

  Had I told him that?

  Brain cells.

  “Daddy?” As we stopped in front of the shower, I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a hug.

  “Yes, Pest?” He smiled and gave me a quick peck.

  “Thank you for spanking me.” I wiggled against him and smiled teasingly. “You’re a very good spanker, Daddy.” I thought that should have been obvious from the way I came like a rocket but maybe not.

  He stroked my back and down to my ass that was still a bit achy, but I knew it would fade too quickly. “I wasn’t too rough?”

  He was so sweet.

  I shook my head, arching my ass out to encourage his touch. “No, Daddy. You could have done it more and I would have still loved it. I have a high pain tolerance, but what we did was perfect because now you can do it again soon without worrying about hurting me.”

  His brain was working entirely too much. “But you don’t need it harder to be satisfied?”

  “No.” I kissed him gently and curled into him, wanting him to feel the truth. “It’s the endorphins and release I need, not the pain.”

  “Okay.” He squeezed one cheek, sending a shiver through me. “But I think you liked the pain a bit more than you’re admitting.”

  Maybe a tiny bit.

  But I didn’t need it and that was what he seemed to be worried about.

  I moaned, rubbing my cock against his leg. “I like it, but I don’t need it. The spanking level was perfect, Daddy. I promise.”

  If he kept talking about spankings, I was going to come again before he got my clothes off. It felt like we’d been dating and just teasing each other for months instead of weeks. It was time for my patience to be rewarded.

  “Very good, Daddy.” Turning my head, I kissed his neck and shifted so I was rubbing against his dick. Yep, there it was, nice and ready for me.

  Sean let out a low groan, reaching for my shirt. Evidently Daddy was tired of waiting too, because he quickly stripped my clothes off and stroked over my chest and around to caress my ass. I could almost feel the dominant side of him rising again.

  He might worry about how he would treat me, but I had no such concerns. He’d always been nice to me and I knew spankings and toys wouldn’t change that. Sean just needed to see that for himself.

  A few more orgasms while he was spanking probably wouldn’t hurt.

  I could take one for the team to make sure he knew I liked what he was doing.

  Sometimes you just had to sacrifice for the greater good.

  The wonderful images in my head had me rocking forward, rubbing my dick against him. Sean squeezed one cheek and shook his head. “No humping.”

  He had no idea how hot that was. I had flashbacks of Ethan teasing Christopher, but I knew better than to say anything to Sean. He probably wasn’t ready to hear about the number of times I’d seen Ethan play with Christopher in different ways.

  Of course, it helped that Christopher was so easy to turn on.

  All Ethan had to do was look at him and his boy was wiggly and reaching for his cock. They were so cute together, but yeah, Sean wasn’t ready for that conversation.

  “But Daddy…” His stern look was so hot I had to do it again.

  That earned me another pop to my ass. He was starting to get the hang of this spanking-the-brat thing. “You are going to wait until I decide it’s time for you to come again.”

  Fuck, he was so hot.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I wasn’t sure if rubbing against him again would be pushing my luck or not, but I decided to be good just in case…well, kind of good.

  I stroked my hands along his chest as the water started steaming up the room. Luckily, Sean had a shower big enough for both of us and I couldn’t wait to feel the water pounding on me. As my fingers caressed over his nipples, he sucked in a breath. “Aren’t you going to get ready, Daddy?”

  The way his erection jerked said he was more than ready to get naked with me, but I wasn’t sure what his plan was or if he’d even thought out what we were doing. There was a good chance he was just thinking with his dick and going on instinct.

  Which I heartily approved, if that was the case.

  He kneaded my ass as he nodded. “Yes, get in the shower and lean back against the wall. Play with your cock while I get undressed—but do not orgasm.”

  Oh, I liked that idea.

  “Yes, Daddy.” Once he threw himself into something, he committed fully.

  And right now he was throwing himself into me.

  Pulling back the curtain, I stepped in and did as ordered. The water pounded over me as I stroked my cock, watching as Daddy slowly started taking off his clothes. I wasn’t sure if he meant for it to turn into a sexy striptease or if he was just completely focused on me, but it was fucking hot.

  Daddy was smokin’.

  I was one lucky, dirty son of a bitch.

  When his pants slid to the floor and he toed off the rest of his clothes, his cock stretched out in front of him like it was reaching for me. The precum-slicked head made it clear he’d enjoyed our evening as much as I had.

  I only hoped he liked the rest of the night just as much.
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  As he stepped in, closing the curtain, I couldn’t resist touching him. The light covering of hair tickled my hands as I caressed his chest and down his abs. He wasn’t sporting some kind of crazy eight-pack, but his body was tight and showed he wasn’t just a desk jockey.

  Daddy didn’t seem to mind my exploration, so I followed his treasure trail down to the thick hair around his dick. It was a stark contrast to my own body, but I loved the difference and how mature it made him look…though I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d let me manscape it a bit.

  The image of kneeling before him as I trimmed it back had me moaning and wrapping my fingers around his dick. Daddy let out a matching sound and thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick harder into my hands. “You’re going to make me come too soon.”

  Teasing the tip, I slowly jerked him off. “But you haven’t come yet tonight.”

  I needed to know what he wanted, but asking him outright if he was going to fuck me felt like it would be backing him into a corner.

  Daddy leaned in and took my mouth in a heated, deep kiss that had me straining for an outlet for the passion. When he groaned and pulled back, I realized that I’d been stroking him even faster. Coming in the shower didn’t seem to be his plan because he shook his head and pinned my hands to the tiled wall. “No.”

  If he wanted us to wait, he’d have to stop growling out orders like that.

  “Neither of us are going to come again until I’m buried deep inside you.” Sean paused, watching my reaction, probably to make sure I was on board with the plan. If he thought he was going to see worry or second-guessing, he was crazy. All I felt was relief.

  “Yes, Daddy.” The words were dripping with desire as I shifted my hips to rub my dick against him. “I won’t come until you’re fucking me.”

  Just to make sure there weren’t any questions about what I wanted.

  He eased back and reached down with one hand to grab my dick. The tight-fisted hold had my breath hitching in my chest and my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. There was no way I was going to last if he kept doing shit like that.

  “Then stop trying to use me to get off.” The stern words didn’t help my dilemma, but they felt damned good, sending shivers through me. “Or you will not like the results, Pest.”

  Fighting back the urge to moan, I nodded and tried to get my wayward dick under control. If I’d known what kinds of punishment he might do, I probably would’ve pushed more, but the unknown made me more cautious. And more turned on.

  “Good boy.” Daddy’s stern but pleased expression never wavered as he slowly started stroking my dick. “Good boys get rewards.”

  Fuck. He was really starting to figure the domination part out.

  “I’ll be good.” Of course, I’d have promised him whatever he wanted to hear with the prospect of getting fucked hanging between us, but I was pretty sure he knew that. His dry chuckle and strong grip said he didn’t believe me but was going to humor me anyway.

  “Then show me you can be good as I get you cleaned up.” I was hoping getting cleaned up was a euphemism for something dirty, but no, he really wanted to clean me.

  That just made my impatience even worse.

  By the time he was running soapy hands over my dick and between my legs, I was barely holding myself back. The next time he pushed me that far I really needed some kind of cage to let me relax into the pleasure. Daddy was going to be fabulous at edging.

  I fully expected a few long nights begging and cursing because he wouldn’t let me come.

  It would be incredible.

  When he slid one soap-slicked finger in me, I gasped and reached down to make a tight ring around the base of my dick. Daddy just chuckled. “I have to make sure you’re all clean. Remember the rules.”

  No coming.

  Could you die of a sex-induced heart attack before you were thirty?

  “I’ll be good.” Or die trying, because I wanted to feel him finally sliding deep inside me.

  “Don’t forget.” There was no sympathy in his voice, just teasing and utter delight at driving me insane. He was perfect.

  He was being too careful, but begging him to add a second finger didn’t seem like such a bright idea at the moment. Suffering through the endless minutes of slow stretching and cleaning had me shaking and trying to mentally go through my taxes in my head to push back the desire that was rolling through me.

  When he was either done playing with my ass or maybe just realized I was too close, he eased out and washed me off. Letting go of my dick would be a precarious decision, so I just relaxed back against the wall and tried to get my cock under control as he quickly washed his own body.

  The water sliding over his body had my fingers itching to touch him, but any control I possessed had somehow disappeared with my earlier spanking. All I wanted was to be tied up and fucked, used and controlled…but our first time needed to be slow and tender.

  At least, that’s what I thought Daddy would want.

  Fuck. Decisions were hard when your dick was ready to explode.

  Thankfully, nothing seemed to be up to me as he finished rinsing and turned the water off. He slowly stroked the towel over me tenderly while I soaked up his touch. When it was his turn, Daddy tried to quickly run the towel over his body, but I reached to take it. “My turn.”

  I was somewhat under control for the moment and I wanted a chance to touch him more. As often as we’d kissed and teased each other, he hadn’t spent a lot of time out of his shirt, much less anything else. I couldn’t wait to learn his body, but for now, drying him would have to be enough.

  My control held out as I dried his chest and arms, but as I kneeled down to dry his legs and groin, temptation hit. Dragging the towel up his leg, I leaned in and licked a bead of water off the tip of his cock. We both moaned and I tried to wrap my lips around the head to wring even more pleasured sounds from him, but Daddy gripped my head.

  “Where do I want to come, Pest?” His fingers gripped my head just tight enough that I wanted to hump his leg, but I forced myself to stay still and release his cock.

  “My ass, Daddy.” Just saying the words had a shiver running through both of us.

  “Then should you be sucking on my dick?” His fingers moved down to cup my jaw and he forced me to look up. “If you can’t behave, you’ll have to be punished.”

  God, there was a part of me that wanted nothing more, but the rest of me still had enough common sense to know fucking would be better.

  For now.

  “I’ll be good. I won’t suck it anymore.” Every time I thought he couldn’t get me more turned on, I realized how wrong I was.

  “Last warning.” His fingers trailed over my jaw, finally pulling away. “Finish drying me.”

  I was going to turn into a puddle of cum that slipped right down the drain if he wasn’t careful.

  “Yes, Daddy.” Obeying, because it was either that or burst into flames, I finished wiping the water from his skin and carefully handed him back the towel before temptation could get the better of me again.

  He helped me rise and kept a tight hold on my hands as he led us into the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if it was to keep me from being naughty or just because he wanted to touch me, but I loved it either way. As we reached the bed, he pulled out a condom and what seemed to be a brand-new bottle of lube from the nightstand, making it clear this wasn’t completely spur of the moment.

  It was a relief to see evidence that he’d been thinking about the next step and I wasn’t pushing him.

  Well, pushing him much.

  He paused long enough that I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, so I inched closer and gave him my best sweet sub look to make sure he understood I still wanted him to take the lead. “I’ve been very good, Daddy.”

  Maybe it was mean considering it was his first time topping, but I wasn’t going to worry about it unless he said something. Safewords worked both ways. I had to trust that he would tell me what he needed.
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br />   He gave me a teasing smile and released my hand to run his fingers up my arm and around my neck. He probably didn’t mean anything by it, but the hint of restraint and what he could do to me ratcheted my desire back to crazy levels.

  But he didn’t seem to be in a rush.

  As his fingers caressed down my chest, I was expecting the same careful touch to my nipples. The unexpected sharp pinch and flash of pain had me whining and closing my eyes as pleasure rushed through me. Daddy just chuckled. “My needy boy.”

  In every way.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I’d never come hands-free from just nipple play, but if he kept teasing them and flicking them with his fingers, we were going to see if it was possible.

  When he released my nipple, relief and disappointment rushed through me. “Climb on the bed. On all fours with your hands wrapped around the headboard. Offer up your ass to your Daddy.”

  My powers of observation obviously weren’t that good at the moment because it was the first time I’d noticed the bars on the headboard that made me want to melt. He could tie me to the bed.

  If I wasn’t already falling for him, the bed might have done it anyway.

  As I climbed up, Daddy spanked my ass, sending more shivers through me. “Don’t dawdle.”

  Scrambling to move faster, I wrapped my fingers around the dark metal bars and arched my ass up, offering myself to him. I wasn’t going to play hard to get. Spreading my legs, I smiled when I heard his low moan as the bed shifted.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as his hands ran up my thighs, inching slowly toward my ass. My cock was aching and swinging at every wiggle, but I knew better than to grab it no matter how much I wanted to come. I didn’t have much patience, but I did have common sense.

  A little.

  When his thumbs were finally teasing around the edges of my hole, I froze, not wanting anything to chase him away. Daddy didn’t seem hesitant anymore, though. “If you let go of the bars, I’m going to stop fucking you.”

  God, he was incredible.

  “I’ll be good. I won’t let go.” Letting out a slow breath, I gripped the bars tighter. “Will you tie me up next time, Daddy? If I’m good?”