Dirty boy.

"daddy.."

"daddy.." I whimpered, on my elbows and knees, back arched; as instructed. he paced around the bed after setting his MacBook down behind me on a chair. he circled me on the bed, a riding crop rhythmically tapping against the palm of his hand. "you're excited, aren't you?" his fucking voice. low, gravely, authoritative. I nodded, my bitten lips between my teeth again for the hundredth time tonight. "use your words," he smacked the crop against my ass roughly, causing me to jump and yelp at the sudden sensation. "yes, sir!" I whimpered out, tears stinging at my eyes. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. "daddy's dirty boy, are you?" he asked, the crop just tap, tap, tapping away against his palm yet again. "yes, sir," I obediently replied. "yes, what? what are you?" I sniffled and felt tears start to threaten escape from my eyes, "daddy's dirty boy.." I replied, head hanging low. he smacked the crop against the bed, "louder," he commanded. I jumped and brought my head up slightly, "daddy's dirty boy!" my voice cracked, which was slightly embarrassing, but I said it louder, so Luke seemed pleased with that. "good boy," he grinned, sitting on the recliner that was beside the bed, I could feel the smirk on his lips as he quickly gave small little slaps to my bum with the crop. I knew better than to cuss, because, 'good boys don't use foul language, Michael,' so I just sat there like a whimpering, moaning mess. "daddy.. I.." I was cut off by a harsh smack with the crop. "shut up," I nodded roughly and pressed my eyes shut. he withdrew the crop, "you should see your bum, red as a fucking apple," he chuckled. "do you know why I'm recording you, Michael?" I shook my head, "no, sir," I said in the best way I could. "so you can see how much of a dirty boy you are," I let out a moan at that. he was going to make me watch this when it was over? "now, sit up off your elbows, and use one hand to spread your ass for the camera. use your opposite hand to stroke yourself, don't cum." his instructions were short, simple and attainable. I did so, a small hiss leaving my lips as my cold hand came in contact with my literally painful cock. "ah.. daddy, not gonna last," I gasped out, looking at him through my sweaty fringe to see him unzipping his trousers and walking towards me, cock out. I looked up at him, parting my lips. "such a good boy for me," he brushed his hand across my cheek bone, smearing his precum across my lips, all the while still stroking myself. "what a shame you're such a dirty whore," he grinned and pushed his length down my throat. I gagged slightly and quickly adjusted. I let him fuck my face, my cheeks red hot and burning up. "you can come, baby doll," he knows me so well. I moaned around his cock as I thrusted into my fist until long spurts of cum dirtied the sheets, Luke smirking with low grunts until he pulled out of my mouth, pumping himself quickly. I obliged and opened my mouth, my wide eyes blinking eagerly. he came with a drawn out groan, his cum splaying across my face. he took a deep breathe when he came down from his high, looking down at me with adoring eyes. "such a pretty boy, my boy."