Chapter 90 : I Got What I Wanted
Chapter 90: I Got What I Wanted
Callan
When I decided my master plan to convince Gideon not to postpone it any longer,I thought it would last no more than a day or two and that I would be enjoying a hot threesome in no time. That is why I made sure to drive him over the edge on Saturday night. I knew he would intervene if I tried to go in the backroom area with two other guys so I did just that. I didn't know what I had interrupted at that time and he was completely pissed when I arrived in his office. If you are wondering, let me tell you that angry daddy is very frightening.
I almost wet my pants when he starts talking with the way his eyes threw thunder at me. Though, I knew deep down, he wasn't really pissed, his mouth made a very thin line when that was the case. It was so terrifying and I got a hard-on for some reason. I still held my ground because I thought he was being unfair and I really wanted to start walking the path to become a member of the club. I thought I would be in for a rough spanking but his punishment was much more imaginative. Getting me blindfolded was a wired idea but I was in no position to complain anymore so I played along. When I started to hear some weird moans and realized there were people fucking everywhere, I got a bit scared of what he had in mind exactly. I tried to remind myself of how much I trusted him but I still got tense.
The moment he had me wait by myself was very hard on my nerves. What if a dominant started to talk to me? I may act super confident but I didn't have this training yet so I didn't know what was expected of me. It didn't last long thankfully but it got worse in a way. He dragged me into a room and I recognized Desmond's voice as they started to fuck a submissive together in a threesome. This was so hot, I thought I would cum in my pants once again but the worst part was I could only picture what was happening in my head since I was forbidden to look.
Oh, the thought of taking a peek even just for a second definitely crossed my mind but I am pretty sure daddy would have noticed. He said that being frustrated like this was my punishment and that I had to show to him that I could behave properly. Most of all, I didn't want to disappoint him more than I already did. I think the look he would have had on his face would have been worse than any kind of punishment he could think of. When I realized that there was another submissive in the room and it was actually a foursome, my imagination went even wilder. My dick was so painfully hard in my pants and I had to make a real effort not to pant too heavily since I was forbidden to make any sound. I exploded as soon as I touched myself back in my room but in the end, I got what I wanted. So, it was worth it.
Or maybe not, I was so upset by what I had to learn that I behaved like a complete brat during the session with four other boys on Sunday and until he dragged me into his playroom on Monday afternoon. Boy, I was so scared once again. First, I knew I had completely used all of daddy’s patience. I would have slapped me in the face, looking back. I tried to look cool when we entered his playroom but it was still more impressive than going into the room where Jacob and the submissive possessed last week. As sexy as some of the toys looked, I didn't really know what daddy intended to do and there was the dreadful bench. Even if I knew he would never attach me to this one, I couldn't prevent the bad memories from resurfacing in my mind. When he commanded me to strip down to my underwear, I didn't even hesitate. His authoritative voice just made something click in my mind and I complied without thinking or talking back. For once, I wouldn't have minded kneeling for him. It distracted me from what I was seeing but most of all, there was a certain vibe to that room that made kneeling feel appropriate. Then, he put a sexy leather harness on me before tying my hands behind my back and my feet to extremities of what he called a spreader bar. This was so hot that I couldn't help but be excited.
I know I said I didn't want to do anything sexual with daddy but he is one of the finest pieces of meat I have ever laid eyes on so I can't always control what my body is doing. Besides I know he wouldn't mind having me as his breakfast so I am not the only one having those kinds of thoughts. I had seen the way he sometimes looks at me, his eyes screaming with lust. Every time though, his expression changes to a sorrowful one so I guess he just feels guilty to have those kinds of thoughts too. A big part of my brain tells me it is just in my head because why would such a man ever want me? But this is the part I stopped listening to a while ago, in any case, it seems that we are in agreement on the fact that it shouldn't get physical between us. When he started lifting me up though, my front facing the floor. I started to panic, I couldn't move my limb and that only strengthened my anxiety and I felt my palms become sweatier as my heart thumped crazily in my chest.
Looking back, this was completely ridiculous because I was with daddy and he wouldn't have let anything happen to me but I couldn't help being terrified of having no power over what was happening. He put me back on the ground quickly after and explained at length why it was so important that I fully trusted the dominant I was going to play with and I could see he was right. I was nowhere near ready to be restrained and manhandled by sexy gods. Contrary to what I thought, this needed some kind of relaxing mindset beforehand, like Gideon had told me. I promised him I would do my best to follow his guidance during the training and he has kept on trying to teach me for the past two days. What if I had panicked like this in a scene with one or two dominants? Would they have known to stop?
I am supposed to be completely calm and relaxed each time I am kneeling but this is easier said than done.