Warning:
Name calling, Whipping, Bondage, Shoving foreign objects up the ass, Dressing up, Deprivation of the senses, CG/L
Daddy/Dom: Patrick
Little/Sub: Pete
(I got bored and just went where my mind would take me.)
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Pete kneeled on the plush, King-sized mattress.
His hands rested on his thighs, which were covered in a soft, chiffon skirt that fanned out around him.
The velvet, black blindfold was being tied gently around his eyes, the occasional brush of a hand in his hair.
He shivered involuntarily, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Let go of that lip," a deep voice commanded.
Pete immediately unleashed his lip, exhaling a shaky breath.
"I'm sowwy, daddy," is all his small voice could muster.
He felt the bed dip down in front of him, indicating Patrick was there.
He felt a calloused hand caress the side of his face. It ran its thumb over his lips provocatively. He turned his face into the hand, yearning for more of the sweet touch.
The hand was pulled away all too soon. Pete held in a whine, knowing that if he makes so much as a peep, his punishment would be so much worse.
"Pete, tell daddy what he's about to do," the voice commanded, the dominance over-whelming Pete's young brain.
"Y...you're..a..about...to...pun...punish..me," Pete stuttered.
"Umm-hmm. Can you tell daddy why he's going to punish you?"
Pete bowed his head in shame, hands curling around the only clothing on his tanned body.
A hand gripped his chin and jerked it up. He gave out a small whence as a hot breath hit his face.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" Patrick said, the tone in his voice becoming impatient.
Pete knew Patrick could never truly be mad at him, thus why he wasn't yelling.
"I...was...touching my...self when d...daddy wasn't h...home," Pete cries, his cheeks turning a bright red.
He had to admit that he would do it again if he could. In all the two years he's had Patrick as his daddy, he's never been allowed to give himself self-provided pleasure.
It was fucking amazing.
A moment of quiet. Pete could hear his blood pumping through his veins and Patrick's strained breathing.
Patrick tossed Pete's chin to the side almost jerking his head off his neck.
"Tell daddy why you did touched yourself."
When Patrick said it, it sounded like Pete had killed three people. Like he was being interrogated, investigated.
Pete opened his mouth, but nothing comes out. Pete hoped Patrick will see that he's trying to think of a big boy answer and not hurt him again.
"I...needed daddy, but...he wasn't there for me then," Pete answered, confidence somehow finding him.
"Tell daddy why that's bad."
"Because...daddy will always take care of me when I ask."
"That's right. And you disobeyed him."
