Dive into Temptation [ManxBoy]

19. Making Daddy Feel Good

A/N: So sorry if the term Daddy used in a sexual way bothers you! Proceed with caution if that is the case. I don't think I'll use it as frequently throughout the rest of the story. Not sure yet.

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"How was your first day?" Dominic asked, breaking the silence.

"Fine," I replied, gazing out the window as the school disappeared from view.

"Big boy college student now," he teased, his tone a mix of playful and endearing.

I didn't respond, opting to distract myself with my phone instead. The car's movement made me feel queasy, but I tried to hide it. Swiping mindlessly, I felt a wave of relief that Dominic seemed to have given up on conversation.

But just as I started to relax, he spoke up again.

"I liked what you called me earlier," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

I glanced at him, crossing my arms defensively. The memory of our sugar daddy conversation flashed in my mind.

"Daddy?" I asked.

"Yes, dear?" he replied, his smile widening. My cheeks turned crimson.

He was ridiculous.

"Pervert old man," I scoffed and he chuckled.

"Hey, I see it the same way that I'm Betty Grey's daddy. She's my pet. And you... well, you're also my pet," he said, casting a sideways glance at me.

I tried not to be insulted by his view of me. I was not an animal lover so there was no way I could take what he said as a compliment.

"Didn't know you have a thing for animals," I joked and his lips twitched, forming a smile.

"Maybe I do," he responded, his gaze filled with desire as he scanned my body. "Bark for me."

I rolled my eyes, mustering up a pathetic "woof" that seemed to thrill him.

"Such a good boy," he praised, and my heart raced in response. Maybe I had a thing for praise. "Makes me want to pull over and give you a treat."

I huffed, trying to ignore the growing heat in my pants. His hand reached over suddenly, gripping my crotch, and I jumped with alarm. My hands instinctively covered his.

"I don't need a treat," I said desperately, my eyes darting to the passing cars outside.

"Shh," he soothed, a smile playing on his lips as he focused on the road ahead. "Pull it out."

I glared at him, and he moved his hand to give me space to comply. My heart raced in my chest, and the absence of his touch left me longing for more. When I didn't move to obey him, he shot me a sharp look, almost a threat.

"Now," he demanded.

He definitely wasn't in the mood for disobedience. My mind flashed back to that day at my parents' house when he had me pinned to the bed. I was sure I never wanted to see that side of him again. With a grunt, I reluctantly reached into my pants and pulled out my dick, my face burning with embarrassment. Dominic risked a quick glance away from the road, his eyes filled with passionate desire.

"Such a pretty thing," he cooed. "My favorite sight."

I didn't respond, just crossed my arms over my chest, embarrassed to be exposing my dick in his car. At least the windows were tinted. His hand reached over then, curiously feeling me as he focused on driving.

"You're such a good boy, so hard for your Daddy," he said, and as much as I hated to admit it, his words sent a shiver of arousal through my body.

"Shut up," I mumbled, looking out the window, unable to accept what he was doing to me.