A Daddy for Damian by Joe Satoria

17. DAMIAN

I hadn’t had dinosaur nuggets in forever, and Kristopher had made them for me. It was almost like the floodgates had opened and his affection was hitting me hard. I didn’t know what to expect, and I didn’t know how to react to any of it. I’d never had this before, and now that it was happening, I felt myself clamming up around him.

We sat and watched the second Jurassic World film, but I couldn’t really pay attention or think. We sat in the dark with the only light source being the TV, and from outside, the skyline kept catching my eye, occasionally as I looked out at it, wondering what it was like for Kristopher to live here, almost sitting on top of the entire world and looking down at everyone else.

“Thought you said you liked this film?” he said.

“I do, I do.”

His fingers brushed through my hair. “What are you thinking about?”

“I have questions,” I mumbled, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“Ask them.”

One of my questions was going to be how it was possible for someone with a reputation like his to have only slept with ten people, and that tenth person was me. I didn’t ask it, but I wanted to.

“Do you like living here?” I finally asked, trying to ignore the other question in the back of my head.

“It gets lonely,” he said, brushing it off slightly with a light chuckle. “But I’m not lonely tonight.”

“Is—is that what you tell everyone?” I picked up the slight bit of courage to ask the question. He’d been nothing but nice to me, and yet there was a feeling in my stomach that gave me the courage to spit the question out.

He grabbed the remote and paused the film. “Ok, let’s get this out of the way,” he began, shuffling on the sofa. He sat upright. I sat upright. Staring each other in the eye. He nodded. “I’ve always been in relationships. I had my first boyfriend when I was nineteen. I’m a late-bloomer.”

I was only nineteen, and I’d never had a boyfriend. The warm clamminess broke out on my forehead and palms. I could feel it, like hot spots on my body. “I’m at zero,” I squeaked. “Zero boyfriends. Two guys I’ve had sex with.” It was him, and a guy I went on a couple dates with last year.

He nodded along to what I said, thoughts swirling behind his eyes as he scanned over me. “My first relationship lasted a year. My second one last three years. My third was on-and-off for two years, and then at the start of the year, I ended a two-year relationship.” He sucked in, looking away from me, I could see he felt a weight off his shoulders. “Then, I realised, I was getting older.” He smiled. “I went through five assistants. Pulling my number to nine. You’re number ten, and ideally, I don’t want to get too much higher.”

I didn’t know what he was trying to tell me, but all I could think was, he had more experience than me. He’d been in all these relationships, and I was fresh off a six-time masturbation marathon from the weekend. Granted, all of that was his fault and I couldn’t get him off my mind, or my cock.

“Wow,” was all I could manage.

His smile grew. “Any other questions?”

“Why did they all end?”

The smile dropped and I knew I’d asked something that was upsetting.

He shrugged. “Me.”

I pushed my hand into his hand, squeezing it. “I doubt that.”

“No, no,” he said. “It’s mostly my fault. I’m a lot for people sometimes.” He smirked. “But we’re not here to talk about past relationships.”

He was right, I didn’t come here to talk with him. I came here tonight because my dream was coming true. The dream I felt was almost slipping away from me, but I was still in it. I was in my onesie, and he was in the softest robe. He didn’t wear a shirt, and I was sure he had nothing on beneath those matching boxers.

I kissed him. “What do you want from me?”

His hand around my shoulders, reaching down as he grasped my back. “No, what do you want from me?” He kissed me, leaning as he laid me back on the sofa. “You can have anything you want.”

It sounded like a test. “Anything?”

He nodded. “If I have it, it’s yours.”

“Can I—can I just have you?”

“All you had to do was ask.” His other hand slipped inside the onesie, pushing the zipper down to reveal the matching dino-print t-shirt underneath. “I think—we should take this to the bedroom.”

I liked that idea. “Take me.”

Kristopher led the way; his room was big with the same skyline view. He gestured to the blinds, but I wanted him to keep them open. There were posts on the bed, and at the foot of it, there was a large wooden chest.

“I have toys,” he said, watching me eye everything in the room.

It was immaculately clean, everything in place and somewhat polished with shine. “Toys?” My mind, immediately thinking of more teddies.

“Ropes,” he said. He dipped to the box at the bottom of the bed. Lifting the lid, there were several ropes, including the ones I’d seen the other night when he invited me over. I hadn’t seen the cuffs, and whatever else I didn’t know the name for, but he had it all. “Most of it is what’s given,” he said. “I invest in a lot, so I get a lot of testers and freebies.” He flashed his smile once more.

Directed to the bed, I took a seat.

He removed the top half of the onesie, letting it drop by my waist on the bed. “So,” he began, “I want to do that thing with your arm again. Both arms.”

I held my arm out for him. “What if I don’t last long?” I asked, a real fear. I nearly almost came earlier after he touched me.

“Then you’ll have been a bad little dinosaur,” he offered. “Speaking of, do you have a dino name?” He began wrapping my hand in the soft rope. “Because I think you look like—”

“Definitely something with ferocious in it,” I said, flashing him with teeth. “I have those dagger teeth.” I gestured with my tongue at my incisors, they were super pointy.

“They look—normal.” He snickered. “Oh. You are cute. Maybe that’s your name. Cute-o-saurus.”

That was perfect. I had nothing to say back. “I like it.”

“And of course, I’m—” he puffed out his chest. “Roar-o-saurus. Ragh.” He continued to tie my wrist, pressing gently to my arm. “And how does that feel?”

I couldn’t move it. And instantly, I wanted to itch my nose with that hand.

“You look like you don’t know what to do,” he said, taking my second arm. “How does it make you feel?”

I had butterflies. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to even itch my nose. I pulled my hand away and itched it. “Better.”

“Any more itches?”

Shaking my head, Kristopher took my hand again. He wrapped the rope around my wrist, and one more the silky sensation of the soft material tingled against my skin. He gave the back of my hand a kiss as he wrapped the rope around my arm and secured it in place.

“Now you’re a little dinosaur.”

I let out a roar.

He stood, pulling the rope loose from around his robe. His robe coming loose to reveal the erection he’d been hiding while he knelt in front of me, tying my wrists and arms up. I couldn’t do anything to grab it. I tried, my entire body moving with the action. I couldn’t reach.

“You’ll have to use your mouth for this,” he said, letting the robe slip down his shoulders and arms.

Seeing him in front of me, standing, almost naked, glistening in the light. He basked in the expression I gave him. I didn’t know what to say or do. His broad shoulders tapered all the way down to the v-form leading into his shorts. I could feel my chest begin to pant. “Get it out then.”

Kristopher clicked his tongue. “All you had to do was ask.” He slipped out of the boxers, kicking them off into the corner of his bedroom.

I pressed forward, dropping from the bed to my knee in front of him. He was mostly shaved, but there was a happy trail of hair from his navel to the small patch above his throbbing cock. I couldn’t grab at it, even after initially trying. Instead, his hand guided his cock to my lips, pulling back the foreskin.

His hand on my head, he pushed my head back and pressed the end of his cock to my lips. The precum getting my lips moist like some new type of lip balm. I licked them. I wanted more.

Guiding my head to his cock once more, he allowed me more than a taste. Making eye contact as he kept his hand on my head, pushed back, staring at me while I took his dick to the back of my throat. Enjoying every inch of it was it touched my tongue and all the way.

“You like the taste?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I garbled on the sound of his cock.

He pulled my head away. “I want to taste you.” He leaned over me, kissing my open mouth. He pressed his tongue against mine.

As he pulled away, he lifted me up onto the bed. Laid on my back with my arms stiff in the position from the rope. He tugged at the onesie, my legs slipping out. I wiggled my toes at him. He took each leg and placed it over his shoulder. He kissed at my ankles, and thighs.

“Tickles,” I let out, my arms flinching where I would’ve closed my mouth

“I’m gonna do more than that,” he said, easing him down to my underwear. I couldn’t cover my erection. I couldn’t pretend to stop him. “You promise not to cum.”

“Promise,” I giggled as the tickle from my inner thighs crept to my belly and up my skin.

Releasing my cock, it gently tapped at his lips. My head pushed back into the duvet on the bed and my eyes closed as the warm sensation of his mouth was quick to devour me, licking at my skin and tasting me. I could count on both hands the number of times I’d experienced this before. It felt like jacuzzi jets and bubble guns tickling at my skin from all angles.

My legs wrapped around his legs, pulling him on my cock.

He pulled away with ease, up my body. He kissed me again, his tongue in my mouth. I tried to push his head on me with my arms wiggling at the side. He grinned at the movement.

“You don’t need to move a muscle,” he said, standing as I continued to lay back. I didn’t even think I could sit up, even if I tried.

Looking up, I watched as he pushed a condom over his cock and squirt lube on his hand. It was warm this time, gentle on my hole as I felt his finger inside.

“You like that?”

I nodded, feeling the pressure of another finger inside me.

“And that?”

Gulping hard, I wondered where this was going. “That’s ok.”

“I want to see your face this time,” he said, removing his fingers to spread my legs further apart. “I want to see what you look like when you cum.”

My cock twitched, he wasn’t even inside me, and I felt like I’d be cumming sooner. I wanted to see his face too, just to stare into his eyes.

He stared back. The tip of his cock gently pressing against my hole. He pushed, little by little, looking at my face to see me trying to hold back the feeling inside. This was also on my only done a handful of times list, maybe two handfuls, but it was there.

Inside me, he thrust, feeling his hips against my ass.

The slap of our skin.

“How’s that?” he asked with a thrust.

My cock throbbed with each thrust, and I couldn’t grab at it. “Faster,” I whispered.

He pressed his head into my neck and with my arms in their binding, I squeezed in at the sides of his shoulders, holding him still against me. He continued to push me up on the bed as we fucked, each time, it felt like he was coming out more, and each time, he pounded harder.

I couldn’t do anything to stop myself from moaning, so they came out, from the back of my throat, the moans I’d tried to hold back.

He pressed his head deeper into my neck, kissing me. “Again,” he said. “Moan for me.”

Another louder moan vibrated through me. “No, no,” I grumbled. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

He pulled back, looking at my cock and balls. One hand cupped at my balls, and another gave my cock a toss. It didn’t take much more than two tosses before I shot my load up my face.

Kristopher moaned as I felt my hole squeeze around his cock.

“You want this?” he asked over a laboured breath.

“All of it.”

He pulled out, slowly although the sensation in my ass left me feeling like it wanted more. It wanted him to stay inside. I watched him remove the condom. He leaned over me again, jacking his cock. He pressed it against mine as it grew soft. His grip gave it life.

I felt it pulse against me.

Thick spurts. One of them at my mouth. Dripping from my lip.

I couldn’t move to catch it.

Kristopher gasped, pushing back his hair. He noticed the cum. “Let me help you,” he said. Leaning over me again, he pressed the cum into my mouth. “Don’t waste it.” He winked.

It was delicious. “Try it.”

He maintained eye contact as he pressed his head to my chest, licking at the cum. “Mmm.” He tapped at my arm in the rope. “Let me get you out of those so we can cuddle.”