Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Daddy pulled his cock from my mouth and I worked to catch my breath. I had been so focused on Daddy that I could only see and feel him, but now my surroundings slowly came back to me; my heart pounded in my ears, water splattered against the back of my head, and my knees ached against the hard shower floor.
As if he heard my thoughts, Daddy slipped his hands beneath my armpits and pulled me up onto my feet. My legs prickled as blood flow returned to them, and I braced myself with a hand to the wall. Daddy cupped my cheek, looked into my eyes and asked, “Steady?” When I nodded, he disappeared from my line of view as he dropped to his knees before me.
He didn't take his time as I did. Daddy dropped open his jaw and deepthroated every inch of my rigid, leaking cock. I looked down to find him gazing back up at me. His eyes were dark and focused; he was in total control even when he was on his knees pleasuring me.
Daddy's neck jerked back and forth as he feasted on my cock. One hand crept onto my sack, squeezing and rolling my balls gently, and the other hand disappeared behind me.
I yelped when his palm landed with a wet smack against my ass cheek. I loved when Daddy spanked me. It was the ultimate show of loving control; he never hurt me. He only wanted to make me feel good.
Daddy rubbed the slight sting away beneath the hot water. But it was only a moment before he spanked me again, just as he buried my dick down his throat. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer.
Instead of pulling back, Daddy kept his lips resting against my pubes and swallowed around my shaft, massaging my flesh in glorious wet warmth. He squeezed my balls, slapped my ass, and I lost it.
My head snapped back onto my shoulders and I cried out at the ceiling, my voice echoing off of the shower walls. Daddy's strong hands supported me as my entire body lurched forward when I came.
My cock jerked as I spilled thick spurts of cum into Daddy's waiting mouth, and he swallowed every drop I gave. Once he licked me clean, my knees finally gave out, and I lowered myself onto the floor as well.
We clung to each other on the base of the tiny shower until our breathing slowed, and the water cascading over us ran cold. Daddy reached behind me to turn off the tap, and it wasn't until I began shivering in his arms that he said it was time to get out.
He helped me out of the basin and carefully dried my body with a fluffy white towel before tying a second one around his waist. He always made sure I was taken care of first. Then Daddy led me to the bedroom and told me to lie on the bed.
I did as he asked, and he retrieved a diaper and play clothes from my dresser. Most of my little things were at his house since he had a larger play area, but we still kept some things here to be prepared.
Daddy walked to the side of the bed but instead of getting me dressed, he placed the clothes by my feet and sat down at my side. He took my hand in both of his and said, “Kitten, there's something I need to tell you.”
I knew it had to be important. He wanted to make sure and have the conversation before I fully slipped into little space. I gave him my full attention and nodded. “What is it, Daddy?”
He gathered his thoughts for a moment before continuing, “Remember when I said my supervisor told me to leave early?” I nodded again. “He knew I was upset; anyone in that situation would be. He knew I needed to step away. He also wants me to meet with our precinct therapist to work through any lasting grief. All officers check in with him once a month or so, but I'm going to have a few extra appointments.”
“I'm really happy to hear that.” I was relieved to know that Daddy and all of the other officers had a professional to help them when things got hard. “It makes me feel better to know someone is looking out for you when I can't. I always want you to be taken care of.”
He smiled and squeezed my hand. “That's because you are my perfect boy.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my lips before sitting upright again. “I'm grateful for that help as well, but I need you to know how grateful I am for you, too.
“Like I said earlier, after the accident, the only thing on my mind was you. I needed to see you and hold you. I needed your presence; it makes everything better. You make life worth living.”