Blake Hart
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Airport Daddy - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-02-22 09:30:01 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
I pulled my fingers out slowly, watching as Larren’s body trembled, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eyes were wide, a mix of fear and something else—curiosity, maybe even desire. I smirked, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. I stepped back, my latex-covered fingers still glistening slightly, and reached for the waistband of my pants.
“You’ve been a good boy so far,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “But we’re not done yet.” I undid my belt with deliberate slowness, letting the leather slide through the loops one by one, the sound sharp in the small room. Larren swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on my hands as I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down my legs. I kicked them aside, standing there in just my uniform shirt and boxers.
I stepped closer to the cold metal table and leaned against it, my body angled toward Larren. I could see the way his eyes flicked downward, toward the bulge straining against the fabric of my boxers. He was trying not to look, but he couldn’t help himself. I grinned, enjoying the power I had over him.
“You’re curious, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice teasing. “You want to see what’s under there.” I reached for the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down in one smooth motion, letting my cock spring free. It was thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip. I slapped all 8 inches down on the cold metal table with a loud smack, the sound making Larren jump.
His eyes went even wider, his face flushing a deep red. He couldn’t look away, though—his gaze was glued to my cock, his mouth slightly open in shock. I chuckled, low and deep, savoring the moment.
“Listen, Larren,” I said, my voice firm but calm. “You’ve got two choices here. Option one: you take care of Daddy, be a good little subby bitch, and show me what you’re made of.” I pointed to my cock, my grin widening as I watched the color drain from his face. “Or, option two: you say no. That’s fine. But if you do… well, I’ll have no choice but to put you on the no-fly list. You’ll never set foot on a plane again.”
It was a lie of course but I still leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “And let’s be real—you don’t want that, do you?” I could see the wheels turning in his head, the fear and uncertainty warring with something darker, more primal. He wanted this. I could see it in the way his body trembled, the way his eyes lingered on my cock.
He hesitated for a moment, his throat working as he tried to find his voice. Finally, in a whisper so soft I almost missed it, he said, “I’ll… I’ll serve you, Daddy.”
I smirked, my heart racing with anticipation. “That’s what I thought.” I stepped closer, my cock brushing against him as I reached for his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “But you’re gonna have to prove it. Show me you’re serious.”
He nodded, his eyes wide and pleading. I released his chin and stepped back, leaning against the table again. “Go on,” I said, my voice thick with authority. “Take care of Daddy.”
Larren hesitated for just a second before he dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands trembling as he reached for my cock. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, but I could feel the heat of his fingers as he struggled to wrap them around my girth. I groaned low in my throat, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice rough. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He squeezed gently, his fingers exploring the length of me. I could feel the way his touch grew more confident as he stroked me, his eyes fixed on my cock like he was trying to memorize every detail. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding him closer.
“Open up,” I ordered, my voice firm. He hesitated for just a moment before parting his lips, letting me press the tip of my cock against them. I groaned as he took me into his mouth, the warmth and wetness sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Just like that.” He started to move, his lips sliding down my shaft as he took more of me into his mouth. I could feel the way his tongue pressed against the underside of my cock, the way his lips tightened around me as he pulled back. It was clumsy, inexperienced, but it was good—so damn good.
I thrust forward gently, guiding him, teaching him the rhythm. He moaned around me, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my control slipping, the pleasure building in my gut as he worked me with his mouth.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Such a good boy for Daddy.” His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I could see the way they darkened with need. He wanted this—needed it. And I was more than happy to give it to him.
I pulled back slightly, my cock slipping from his mouth with a soft pop. He looked up at me, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes pleading. “Please, Daddy,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I—I want to make you feel good.”
I smirked, my heart racing. “Oh, you will,” I said, my voice low and promising. “But we’re not done yet.” I stepped back, my cock throbbing with need, and gestured for him to stand. “Up.”
He scrambled to his feet, his legs shaking slightly beneath him. I could see the way his body reacted to me, the way he couldn’t take his eyes off my cock. I reached for his hips, pulling him closer until his body was pressed against mine.
“You’re mine now,” I murmured, my voice low and possessive. “And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.” I reached between us, my fingers brushing against his hard cock, and he let out a soft whimper. I grinned, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear.
“You ready for more?” I whispered, my voice rough with need. He nodded, his body trembling as he pressed closer to me. I could feel the heat of his skin, the way his breath hitched as I reached for the vaseline on the table.
“Daddy,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Please—”
