A Daddy for Benito by Joe Satoria

6. HARRY

I knew what he wanted, he wanted someone to control him for his behaviour. There had to have been something behind that, and I suspected it was something secretive. There had to be something, and I wanted to find out. I commanded him to take a shower.

In the same way he raised an arched eyebrow and smirked, he asked if I wanted to watch him.

“No,” I said, “I want to get you something out to wear.” This was also another term. I didn’t want him not to be busy when he wasn’t here, and I’d already gotten him something. I’d bought it especially for him. I thought he’d have found it, but he didn’t go rummaging through the closet.

Inside, still in a plastic covering, the outfit I’d bought. It was a maid’s outfit, similar to the one he’d been wearing that night we met. The only difference, or major one, was that this outfit was pink and white. I’d even attached a note to the plastic. ‘For a bratty boy’.

He didn’t find it, so I’d have to present it to him.

I stayed naked. I didn’t want to put any more clothes on, they would only need to be washed. Once I prepared the outfit on the bed, ready for him to wear, I stood by the bathroom door and watched as he was in the shower. The steam filled the room, fogging up the mirror and the already slick wet tiles.

“You like to watch, Mr?” Benito called out, cupping at his cock.

“Daddy or Sir,” I reminded him.

“You like to watch, Daddy?” He was tall, the showerhead didn’t reach him. He dipped beneath it.

“I like to make sure you’re all washed,” I said, standing still. “I have clothes for you on the bed. And make sure to wash behind your ears.”

“Will do,” he said.

“Oh, and don’t adjust the shower head,” I said, smirking at the comment. He was taller than me, and I already saw the shower head moved slightly from where it had been.

Benito appeared to leave remnants of where he’d been while I was in the shower. He’d been through my things, and I assumed he would, but I didn’t realise he was going to be so forthright about it all. I’d been alone and in this flat for nearly two years, I noticed the slightest thing out of place. He’d been through the drawers, some of them hadn’t even been shut.

I wondered what he’d been trying to find, or what he’d been doing. He was nosey, and I knew he would be. But I wanted to know what he wanted to find. Perhaps, like Warren had said when they broke up years ago, he was looking to steal.

Thinking about it, and once I started, I wasn’t quickly swayed to think about anything else. A heat in my face, now questioning all the decisions I’d made. In such a short space of time, I offered my flat up to him, and I was all for him staying with me for as long as he wanted.

I heard a light squeal from the bedroom. He must’ve been out of the shower.

“Remember to dry off in the bathroom, you’ll make the floor wet,” I said.

“Is that a rule?” he called out.

Pushing the drawers and cupboards shut, I hummed in response. The sudden reality that this was no longer my space, but our space, and I couldn’t let him see that anything annoyed me. The last thing I needed was for him to think he could easily get under my skin. He was a brat; he was going to try and do that anyway. I knew the type of play he was into—and I knew I was going to enjoy it, but this was going to be a teething stage, and I never enjoyed having toothache.

“Are you expecting me to do cleaning in this?” he chuckled, his voice loud, it travelled through the flat. “I mean, if you say yes, it won’t happen. So, you’ll have to keep on dreaming.”

I was standing around in the nude, waiting for him to reveal himself. “I’m waiting.”

“Oh, you sound demanding,” he chuckled. “What happened?”

Benito turned the corner from the bedroom into the lounge. His hair slightly damp and thinning out across his forehead. His nose wrinkled at the silver nose ring. And my eyes continued all the way down to the way the pink outfit fit his body perfectly.

“Makes up for the one you ripped,” he said, patting down the skirt of the outfit over his thighs.

“I didn’t rip it,” I said. “At least, I don’t remember ripping it.”

“Well, you were very handsy,” he said, biting down on his lip.

“Handsy?” I asked, raising a brow. “Like you going through my things?”

“With every right,” he said, stepping closer, “you could be a serial killer, you could be anyone, and—”

“And yet, I’m just trying to make sure my little Benito is put in his place.” I spoke with a smirk. “I’m not wrong, am I?”

Visible gulping, I could see the excitement rise from the skirt. “You think you can?”

“I think you know the two words that will.”

“What are they?” his voice turned to a whisper, stepping closer to me.

“You know.”

“Make me.”

Immediately, my hand was at the back of his head. One head on the nape of his neck, reaching up, I tugged at his wet hair. “That’s the one.”

He cooed, softly. Smiling. “What else do you want me to say?”

My cock twitched, swinging into motion. When it got going, my cock swung like a pendulum, you could usually feel the breeze that followed. Pressing my lips to his ears, and gently licking at the bottom lobe. “I want to look at you. In the kitchen.” I pulled him through to the dining room. “Bend over.” I gestured to the table.

“With pleasure.” Benito leaned over the dining room table. His ass in the air, I could see the bottoms of his cheeks peeking out through the ends of the skirt. He turned his head slightly, looking at me as I watched him, and the way the pink and white fabric clung to his skin. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Taking the end of the skirt, I pushed it up his back. He really hadn’t put any underwear on. He’d put the stockings up, and they rolled above the knee. His hole was hairless. Puckered, ready for me to give it a kiss.

“First,” I said. “That was three spanks from earlier.” I pinched at his cheek with an open palm grasp. “One.” I gave a gentle spank.

“Ooh,” he let out. “Harder, Daddy.”

“Two.” The twang of my hand against his skin.

“More like it.”

The third one echoed out, leaving a red print. “Three.”

He wiggled his ass. “Now you have to kiss it better.”

I could do one better. “I’ll do more than that.” On my knees without another thought, I spread his cheeks.

My tongue at his hole. My nose inhaling the lime body wash. Pressing harder as I continued to spread his cheeks. I needed to get into them and make sure he was absolutely ready for me.

Across the table, he moaned. His knees buckling slightly, dipping every time my tongue poked inside him. Another gentle moan. Another buckled knee.

“Please, fuck me,” he let out in a light whimper.

I stood with my bouncing erection slapping against his ass cheek. “Louder.” I squeezed at where my red handprint had been, lightly pinched with a firm hand.

“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me, what?”

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

I was an easy man; it didn’t take much. “Stay there.”

I hadn’t lied when I said I’d bought lube and condoms in bulk. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, the last person was him, and we had great chemistry when we first fucked. It was going to be a shame if that didn’t continue through to this.

In the dining room with a roll of condoms and a bottle of lube, Benito still leaned over the dining table. His legs spread further.

“Be gentle,” he said. “I haven’t been fucked in a while.”

The way he clenched his cheeks, I wasn’t surprised by that. “I can be gentle,” I said, setting the condoms and lube beside him. “But you have to deserve that, and the last time, you didn’t want gentle at all.” Behind him, I placed a small dot of lube on my finger.

“Is that a rule?”

He gasped as my finger pressed at his hole. He was tight, clenching around me as I inserted it inside him.

“I know you like the rules,” I snickered, pressing my finger to the knuckle. “And if you follow them, you get what you want, but if you don’t, then—”

Through a deep breath, Benito panted. “You’ll punish me?”

I clicked my tongue. “Oh no, not a punishment.” I tore a condom wrapper. “It’s my reward” I rolled it down my shaft, feeling it lube up my palm.

I pushed on the balls of my feet. My waist was in line with his ass. The tip of my cock to his hole. I’d been waiting for this moment, my cock feeling like it could expand and break the sides of the condom at any minute. I thrust my hips.

“Tell me wh—,” he said. “Fuuuck.” He let out a stifled moan.

His hole welcomed me inside with little resistance. I was getting thicker and firmer inside him, pushing the rest of my cock. “You like that?”

“Mhmm.”

I reached up the pink satin from the outfit, all the way up his back. I grabbed his hair, tugging it from the top of his head. “You like that?” I asked again.

“Harder,” he let out.

“And the magic word?”

“Please, Daddy.”

Both worked.

Thrusting my hips into his cheeks as he took my cock whole, I continued tugging on his hair. The pressure inside him was like a firm closed first. It squeezed me, it was begging to juice me, and I was trying with all my power not to cum as fast as I had earlier.

Falling limp across the table, Benito was out of breath, gasping. “I’m—oh—I’m—”

Reaching his waist, his cock was sticky. It was still hard, but covered in cum. His knees buckled a little more, dipping while I was inside him, locked in by the grip his hole had on my cock.

My body snapped against his, leaning over him.

I filled the condom seconds later.