Bad Daddy by Jayda Marx

Chapter Five

Westin

 

I held tight to Colt as we zoomed through the city streets. I was both relieved and invigorated by the relationship he wanted with me. It was the answer to all of my worries and the secret yearnings of my heart. I wanted to hand myself over to someone with experience, knowledge, and care.

I was admittedly afraid when I first heard about Colt's prison sentence, but once I learned about all of the details involved, I only felt sadness for him. He was trying to shield and protect someone he loved, and ended up paying a very high price. He had lost so much time.

It didn't take me long to realize that we weren't going to my apartment; we were headed towards the other side of town. Colt said that he wanted to take me home, which I now guessed was to his home.

I was excited to see his space and thrilled that he wanted me there. I trusted him to take me anywhere; he'd been nothing but honest, kind, and helpful since we met.

Before long, he pulled into a lot of his apartment complex, which was a cluster of single story gray buildings. Colt parked in a spot and helped me off of his bike before removing our helmets, storing them in a leather bag hanging on the side of his motorcycle.

Colt took my hand and my heart skipped a beat at the simple gesture. He led me to a door labeled 41, which he unlocked and pushed open before motioning me inside.

His place was a little smaller than mine, clean, and was full of the bare necessities. We entered the living room, which held a brown leather loveseat, a television, and not much else.

It was nice and warm, so I began taking my coat off until Colt told me, "I'll do that." I dropped my hands to my sides and allowed him to peel my jacket off of my shoulders. He stepped away for a moment and when he returned, he was missing his jacket as well, giving me a full glimpse of the gorgeous ink on his arms.

"I love your tattoos," I told him, grazing my eyes across the swirled designs and detailed pictures on his skin.

"Thank you, pup. Do you want to see more?"

It was a silly question. "Yes, please."

"Such good manners for Daddy." My knees went weak at his words, and they damn near buckled when Colt whipped off his t-shirt.

His abdomen was smooth and mounded with drool-inducing muscles. Ink ran from his fingers to his shoulders and across his tight, defined chest. Sweet mercy, his nipple is pierced. I wonder what it would feel like on my tongue.

Colt smirked as if he heard my thoughts before slowly spinning in a circle. My jaw dropped when I saw the lifelike lion drawn on his muscular back. Its eyes were so intense and realistic, I almost expected them to blink.

When he turned back to face me, a single word scrawledon his ribcage captured my attention; Trust. I reached out my hand, but stopped before I made contact.

"You can touch," Colt whispered, and I flashed him a smile before turning my attention back to his tattoo. I touched my fingertips to his soft skin and traced the word upon it. "Trust is the most important thing to me. Without it, relationships fall apart and people get hurt."

I looked up into his dark eyes and promised, "You can trust me, Daddy." Since he gave me permission to use the name, it felt wrong to call him anything else.

"You can trust me too, Westin. I know what it's like to be broken and I would never do that to you."

"I know." I slid my hand from his side to his cheek, and his lips tipped up to the side.

"Do you know about Daddies?" I nodded; I was a gay man who had no social life and spent a lot of time on the computer. It gave me the opportunity to learn a lot. "Tell me what you know."

"Well, I know that Daddies take-" I stopped talking when Colt pinched open the top button of my shirt.

"Keep going," he instructed firmly, so I cleared my throat and tried again.

"I know that they take care of their boys. How they take care of them can be different for everyone, but they make sure to meet their boys' needs."

"Very smart." Colt popped another two buttons on my shirt. "Now tell me what you need."

Right now I need you to keep undressing me. My blood burned hot and my body ached for his touch, but I wanted to tell Colt all of my needs; not just the physical ones.

"I need you to guide me and help me with decisions; to check that I'm doing okay and making sure I get enough to eat and that I go to sleep on time. I need you to cheer me up when I'm feeling sad or lonely. I need your help and praise, and I need you to be my safe place."

Colt stilled his hands and gazed into my eyes. "Thank you for telling me. You're my very good boy and I will do all of those things to keep you safe and happy." My heart nearly burst at his words.

"What do you need from me?" I wanted to make sure to give him everything his heart desired. I wanted to always be his good boy.

Colt blinked a few times before answering, "I need your honesty, your fidelity, and your trust."I waited for more, but it didn't come.

"You have them," I told him seriously, and he gazed into my eyes a few moments longer before going back to his work with my shirt.

"What do you need me to do to this sexy little body?" Colt asked as he pulled my shirttails from my pants and undid the last two buttons.

Where do I start? So many filthy ideas ran through my brain and I couldn't choose one. But I relaxed when I realized that I didn't have to. That was Daddy's job. He was in charge.

"I need you to teach me what you like. Show me how to make you feel good. And do whatever you want to my body; I'm yours." Colt had the experience to give me pleasure and the knowledge to keep me safe.

Desire burned in his eyes as he gazed into mine. He pushed my shirt onto the floor and trapped my cheeks in his large hands. "You're fucking perfect."

Colt pressed his lips to mine and my eyes immediately rolled back. He commanded my mouth, sinking his tongue between my teeth and kissing me hard. He bit my lips and sucked my tongue until I was dizzy and I could barely breathe.

I teetered forward when he pulled away, but I managed to stay on my feet. When my eyes fluttered open, I found Colt staring back at me with flames dancing in his pupils.

"Take off your shoes."

The words were barely past his lips when I kicked off my loafers and toed out of my socks. Colt unsnapped my khakis and pushed them to the floor, leaving me standing in just a pair of gray briefs, which were tented away from me by my hard, pulsing cock.

He circled me slowly, inspecting my body. I felt like I was being pursued by a hungry shark and god, how I wanted him to take a bite.

"Come with me," he finally instructed, and I stayed right on his heels as he led me into his bedroom. In the center of the room was a queen size bed dressed in black blankets, with a black nightstand next to it and a matching dresser along the adjacent wall. It was dark, bold, and sexy, just like Colt.

"Stay here," Daddy commanded when we crossed the threshold, and I went totally still. He walked to his dresser, fished around in the top drawer, and returned with something hidden in his fist.

"Before we begin, I need you to tell me your safe word. I don't want to hurt you, and I never want you to go beyond your limits. So tell me a word that you won't forget. If I hear it, I will stop everything and make sure you're okay."

"Thank you, Daddy." I knew he'd take care of me and he was proving me right. Now to choose a word. I wanted something easy to remember, so I replied, "I will use the stoplights; red for stop and yellow for slow down."

"Good boy." Colt gave me a fierce kiss that was over too soon. "I've got something for you." I stood up straighter, excited for anything he had to give me. He unclenched his fist, allowing a thin leather strap to dangle from his fingers. "I want you to wear this as a reminder of who you belong to; to remember who owns your pleasure and takes care of you."

A collar! My heart skipped a beat from pure excitement. Yes, it was a temporary play collar, but it still meant the world to me because it came from Daddy. He wanted me to wear it. He wanted to claim me. He wanted me to be his.

"Thank you, Daddy. I'm honored to wear your collar."

Colt smiled and wrapped the black leather strip around my neck, snapping the clasp together. "You look so beautiful for me, but we need to get rid of one little thing."

In a blink, he pushed my briefs to the floor, exposing my naked body. "Mm, much better." Colt tickled his fingers down my chest and stomach before gripping and squeezing my achingly hard cock. "Look at this pretty handful." Handful was right; I was about six inches long and Colt's palm swallowed me up. "Is this for me?"

"Just for you," I answered breathlessly. "Only you."

"That's right, pup. This pretty cock is all mine." I was so happy my Daddy liked my dick. I only wanted to please him. "Now kneel." I dropped to my knees on the thick gray carpet. "Such a good boy for me. I think you deserve a reward."

My brain raced with ideas of what he had for me. He'd already given me such a pretty collar and the best kisses of my life. Granted, I'd only kissed one other guy back in junior high. It was terrible; my lip got stuck in his braces and hurt like hell.

But that was the last thing on my mind when Colt rubbed the thick bulge in his jeans and asked, "Do you want your special reward?"

Ohhhh yes. "Please, Daddy."

"Such a sweet boy." Colt unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his boxers to the floor. My eyes popped wide while he stepped out of the fabric; his cock was about eight inches long, thick, cut and veiny.

"Oh wow."

A deep laugh rumbled in his chest. "Do you like your reward?"

"Very much."

He laughed again before gripping the base of his shaft and smacking his hot flesh on my cheeks. He traced the tip of his cock across my face, painting me with a slick trail of pre-cum.

"Stick out your tongue."

I did as he asked and Daddy pressed his tip to my taste buds. I moaned at his flavor; salty, tangy, and perfect.

"In a minute, you won't be able to speak," Daddy told me, and my eyes widened again. "So you need a signal in place of a safe word. If you need me to stop, lift two fingers in the air." I nodded my understanding. "Show me." I raised my hand with two fingers sticking up. "Good boy. Now open your mouth."

I lowered my hand before stretching my jaws open wide. Daddy rested his hands on the top of my head and slid the tip of his cock between my lips.

He rocked his hips gently, gliding his crown across my tongue and painting my mouth with his delicious flavor.

"Do I taste good, pup?"

"Mmhmm," I hummed around his shaft.

"Take some more." Colt pushed in deeper until he completely filled my mouth and his tip brushed against the back of my throat. "That's it, boy." Just when I thought I would gag, Colt pulled back.

But not for long. He pushed forward again, going even deeper. I did gag, and immediately worried that I was messing everything up, but Daddy moaned and pet my hair.

"Fuck yeah, boy; choke on my dick." He thrust fast and deep, sweeping against my throat and making my stomach lurch. I didn't want him to stop; it was filthy and wonderful, and I loved the way he moaned and pulled my hair. I wanted to make him feel incredible.

Daddy slammed his hips forward, sinking his cock as deep into my mouth as it could go, blocking off my air and making my eyes water.

Colt brushed the wetness from my cheeks and moaned. "Look at these beautiful fucking tears." I moaned when he licked the drop from his finger. "So good for me, pup."

And then Daddy let loose. He thrust hard, fucking my throat as my eyes leaked and my body lurched. I loved it. I felt used and amazing. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure; to take anything he needed from me.

"You're gonna make me come," Daddy warned as he shredded my throat. "It's too good. Gonna-" he grunted as his dick swelled and pulsed between my lips. Warm, salty liquid burst into my mouth as he moaned and trembled.

"Don't…swallow," he panted between ragged breaths. I didn't understand why he didn't want me to, but I followed his instructions and held his cum in my mouth.

Daddy rocked his hips a few more times before he pulled his cock free from my lips. He tipped my head back and told me, "Open your mouth."

I closed off my throat and parted my lips, showing Daddy his seed sitting on my tongue.

"So fucking sexy," he breathed before lightly wrapping his hand around my throat. "Now swallow. I want to feel you taking me inside of you." I shivered hard at his sexy words before closing my lips and gulping down the tangy fluid. "That's my good boy. Stand up for me."

I barely made it onto shaky feet when Colt wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked me quickly. My flesh was soaked with the pre-cum that dripped from me, and his hand glided effortlessly.

I was already on edge from the sheer sexiness of my experience with Daddy, so it didn't take long for pressure to build in my pelvis and my balls to drift up towards my body.

"Oh, Daddy," I moaned, and he pumped me faster.

"Does it feel good, pup?"

I tried to nod my head, but it was too heavy. The only words I could manage were, "Ohhh, Daddy!"

"Fuck yeah, boy; say my name."

I chanted it as I steadied myself with my hands on his firm chest, which jumped and jerked as he stroked me wildly. "I want you to come, pup. Give Daddy your cum."

That was all it took to send me rocketing over the edge. I gripped him for balance and cried out as I erupted, spraying white gobs over Daddy's hand and stomach.

"Good boy," he whispered as his hand slowed. "That's my good boy."

My knees trembled and he was quick to steady me with his hands under my armpits. "It's okay; Daddy's got you." He guided me backwards until my legs hit his mattress and then he helped me lie back onto the bed. "I'll be right back."

He disappeared only for a minute before returning with a warm, wet cloth which he used to cleanse my skin. Colt was hot and wild, but he also had a caring touch. And it was just for me.

"Thank you for everything, Daddy." I noticed that my voice was raw from having his dick crammed down my throat. I liked it. I hoped it stayed hoarse for a while. "For making me feel so good and for taking care of me."

A sweet smile took his lips. "That's what Daddies do," he told me with a wink. It was true, but I knew there wasn't a Daddy alive as wonderful as mine.

Colt brushed my hair off of my sweaty forehead before kissing my lips. He smiled at me and said, "I want you to stay with me tonight."

My stomach flipped. It was everything I hoped for; to stay by his side as long as he'd let me. "I'd love to."

Colt lowered the blankets and covered us up once our heads were settled on our pillows. I wanted to snuggle; to feel his strong arms around me, but I didn't want to do anything without permission, so I gave him what I hoped was my sweetest smile and asked, "Can we please cuddle, Daddy?"

"How can I say no to that face?" he said with a chuckle. "Come here, pup." I attached myself to his side as he snickered again. I tangled our legs together, wrapped my arm around his waist and nuzzled against his chest instead of my pillow. He looked down at me with a smirk and asked, "Comfy?"

"Yep." I kissed his chest and snuggled in deeper. "Goodnight, Daddy."

"Goodnight, Westin."

I sighed happily as I listened to his heartbeat and felt his steady breaths. Who would've thought that the terrible situation of my car breaking down on me would've led me to such a wonderful man? Colt was everything I needed; strong, loyal, and honest. It would be easy to fall for him. I closed my eyes and smiled. Who was I kidding? I was already falling.