Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

pissed now. “Didn’t think of that, did you? Well, that’s what it is, boy, when you tell me how to think and feel, when you decide for me how things are going to be. You’re bossing me around, and that’s not what we agreed to. You don’t play a very good daddy, to start, and that’s not the sort of thing I’m after. I don’t mind talking with you about problems we might have. I don’t ever mind hearing what you’re afraid of or what you’re concerned might happen. I’ll never get tired of telling you the worries in your head are wrong, that I won’t ever treat you that way. But you can bet your ass I don’t like you deciding all this shit without bringing me into the picture. Absolutely I don’t like you bringing up that you want to change our hard limits and then running away before I can even be a part of the conversation.”
    Uh-oh.
    Adam made desperate noises against the gag and shook his head. He didn’t want to try to tell Denver what to do. He wanted it the other way around. It was just that he knew he was a big, fat, hairy mental case, and no way would Denver want—
    Oh. Oh . Also, oh shit . He made more noises against the gag, apologizing with his eyes since he couldn’t do anything else.
    “Yeah. Now you’re sorry. You’re always sorry once you figure it out, baby. Thing is, I need you to stop trying to figure it out, at least when it comes to when I’m going to get tired of you because you come with extra bags. The answer, which I have told you, is not anytime soon, and maybe never. What I will get tired of—what I’m already tired of—is you telling me what I do and don’t want.”
    Adam froze.
    Denver crouched down in front of Adam and stroked his face. “So now you’re going to get a punishment. One you’re not going to like, baby, and I mean, you really aren’t going to like it. You can’t give me a word, so you’ll have to use your jingle bell.” He pulled it from its shelf and put it in one of Adam’s bound hands. “But because you were so upset in the car, first I need you to tell me before we start that you still trust me enough to do this. I need you to tell me that I’m right, that this is what you need: punishment first, then a conversation. Because it’s clear you’ve been keeping me out of your mental loop, and I can’t keep you safe if you don’t trust me enough to let know what’s going on in your head. Are you willing to trust me, to go with what I’ve decided?”
    Feeling horrible, miserable, shamed, Adam nodded emphatically, no hesitation. Yes, he trusted Denver. Yes, he wanted to be punished right now, before they talked.
    “Is there anything else you need to tell me before we get started?” Denver asked.
    Adam shook his head. No. No, he wanted this right now. Please , he needed this right now.
    Denver kissed Adam’s forehead. “Good. Now get ready, baby, to find out how much you hate that gag, how I took one look at it and knew it wasn’t the one for you.”
    Adam was confused, because so far he was loving the gag, and he wasn’t stupid, he knew what was coming even before Denver undid the opening of his pants. He drooled as he watched Denver bring himself up to full hardness—no condom this time, because their tests had been clear—and brought the tip of his cock to Adam’s swollen, gagged lips. Adam twitched in anticipation, and so far he had yet to see what about this punishment he was going to hate.
    Then Denver pushed inside his mouth, and he figured it out.
    Blowjobs, especially ones where Adam was bound and helpless, where Denver used his mouth and throat, were everyday parts of their play, and they were Adam’s favorite part. But what he loved most was being able to suck on Denver, to love him with his mouth, to stroke him with his tongue while Denver blocked off his air. He loved locking his lips around Denver’s cock, sucking until he was swollen with effort. He loved them even more now that they weren’t using condoms. In short, he loved being active, in just this one way.
    Because of the gag, Adam was completely and utterly passive.
    He couldn’t lock his lips, and he couldn’t collapse his cheeks around Denver’s cock. In fact, he couldn’t do a damn thing but grunt off his frustration.
    Denver pushed in deeper, tickling the back of his throat. “Yeah. You get it now? You thought this would be a great idea, this gag, but you didn’t think it through. Thinking about what’s good for you is my job. Leading us