Submitting to the Son

You’re the only one I’d ever beg.

The look on your face, it’s almost hypnotizing: pale skin framed by crimson strands that looks like blood running down your face. Blue eyes shattered with shards of green and crimson, fangs just lightly running along your lower lip as you stare down at me with that knowing look. The look that only you that I would only let you get me to submit like this. A man hidden behind a child’s face. That is what you are.

“Please Edaniel” God I sound pathetic, with my hands laying flat on my knees knowing that if I moved them you’d have to punish me.

It’s a tempting thought.

I moan softly as you smile, Gods that smile, and run a finger along my face tracing my jaw before all I could see was stars and feel the lingering sting on my cheek from where you slapped me. I let out a soft whimper as I felt the inside of my mouth was cut the taste of copper filling my senses. That fact that I got impossibly harder, made my brain hazy.

What did I do wro- Oh… I looked up at you with teary apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry…Master” the word flowed like velvet from my tongue and I watched that creeping smile that appeared on your face. The one that reminded me so much of myself. Reminded me that if your hair was black and your eyes were green you could be mistaken for my brother. Reminded me ever so much that you were my son, my little baby boy. The little boy who’s got his Daddy on his knees in front of him calling him Master and begging him to suck his cock.

Gods how I want your cock.

I watch you, watched your pink perfect tongue dart out to run along perfect rosy lips. Like rose petals on snow, watched your fingers easily unbutton and unzip the front of your shorts, watched you watch me as you pulled out your cock. Red and swollen, wet, dripping with pre-cum and I just can’t help myself. Before my lips could even touch the head of the flesh I desired I was jerked back painfully bringing sudden surprised tears to my eyes as my scalp stung.

“You are just so naughty tonight pet” I shivered and looked up at you and that damn smirk on your face made me almost want to cry. It was frightening, the way you can switch this side of you off and on, almost as if it was a completely different person. It’s here where I can see that you’ve aged, that the innocence that was within you is almost diminished. It’s here where I see the man that I broke you into.

Here comes that guilt again.

I can’t think much of it though when you’re tugging my hair till I can feel it begin to give way to the pressure (it won’t be the first time you’ve ripped my hair out) holding me still as you glare down at me my stomach tightening in knots with anxiety, fear and excitement.

I couldn’t help the shout of surprise when you pushed me face first into the floor, telling me, no commanding me to lay still my cock pressed between the hard wooden floor and my stomach. I couldn’t help the fact that I was trembling, and I could hear the pleased laugh on your breath and feel your arousal spike and all I could do was whimper, close my eyes and pray whatever you did to me would be…bearable.

The first lash along the pale skin on my back didn’t sting, but surprised me. The leather smooth and soft along my skin before another lash, this time harder than the last drawing a pained sting along my back. I bit my lip as you lashed me harder over and over with the whip I personally picked out for you, the whip that was tearing my skin and making me bleed.

Tears bled from the side of my clenched eyes, and I was holding a pained breath in my chest as my back throbbed and my cock pushed painfully against the wood.

I’m so hard.

“On your knees, face me” You command in the smooth silk voice, aged like wine and I do as you command, moving slowly because of the painful throb on my back and between my legs. I look up at you, and you’re just watching me with a strange look on your face before you spoke, the dark tenor of your voice switching back to the younger shyer, softer voice that I’m used to.

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask suddenly, and I blink in confusion tilting my head to the side. “You’re crying” you say softly when I don’t answer running your thumb along my cheek wiping away a bloody tear.

I lean into your hand smiling softly sending a wave of reassurance through our link, not speaking because you didn’t tell me I could. Not that you told me I couldn’t but I didn’t want to risk upsetting you.

You gave me one last concerned look before sliding your hand into my hair holding firmly but not as tight as before. You spoke then softly, the soft voice melting back into the darker tenor that dripped over me like thick melting chocolate.

“Open”

I’m so fucking hard its agony, but I don’t voice my discomfort as I parted my swollen lips opening my mouth wide watching you with half shut eyes. The moan was stifled in my mouth as you thrust your wet swollen cock into my mouth, holding me still and just looked at me. Cheeks flushed, lips parted as you panted, eyes half shut a swirl of green, blue and crimson.

My cock twitched against my stomach, and my fingers curled into fists, I want to touch myself but I can’t. Three beatings is enough, especially since my back is raw and bleeding, my backside still sore and bruised, my neck still a dark purple from where you wrapped your hands around it and squeezed almost crushing my windpipe.

I came twice when you did that to me…almost makes me want to….

Your growl is what keeps my hands from moving, the hot flesh in my mouth suddenly moving sharply my tongue barely able to keep up with your thrusts. It felt good as it felt painful, your thrusts hard and deep, cruel as well as merciful. The back of my throat feeling sore, my jaw aching tears stinging my eyes, and you just held me, firmly by the hair hissing out words of endearment.

“why are you crying?” my eyes widened as you spoke, and I looked up at you surprised, there was no gentle concern just a cruel sneer. “This is what you wanted right?” another harsh deep thrust that made me gag and tears spill down my cheeks. “Wanted your precious little boy to fuck your whorish little mouth right?” a jerk of my hair and a harder thrust “Isn’t that right Daddy?” I moaned and sobbed, because you were right and it felt so damn good and I was just so…hard.

Without warning you pushed hard into my mouth, my throat and came holding me still so I couldn’t pull away. “Swallow, every last drop Daddy dearest” it was those words, thick with pleasure, and the feel of your cum rushing into my mouth thick and sweet that made me finally…finally come. Hard, and painful making me sob even harder, making it hard to swallow but I did, the feels of wetness on my knees and stomach and the sound of your wicked laugh wrapping around me like a vice.

You pulled out, letting go of my hair and I fell to the floor, shaking and sobbing almost brokenly. I shiver as I felt you lay beside me, cupping my cheek and pressing kisses along my face whispering that you loved me, and I returned them with tear filled kisses holding onto you like you were my last grip on sanity.

I love the way you break me.