Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
It did, however, get him to ease back and actually open his eyes. “Bedtime present?”
“Yes, once I’ve gotten enough cuddles from my sweet boy, I’m going to take you to the bedroom and show you the surprise.”
I hadn’t been sure what kind of aftercare he’d need, but it seemed to be very little based on how he started to wiggle.
Somehow his pants had ended up wrapped around his knees and Trippy didn’t appreciate it. His frown and the way he was glaring at them were adorable, but he wasn’t going to put up with it for long. “I’m stuck, Daddy. I need. I need my. I’m stuck.”
He needed his reward.
Got it.
“I’ll help.” It was like holding an octopus, though. “Stop wiggling. If you fall and get a booboo you’ll have to wait for your present.”
That threat was serious enough to make him go still and give me wide eyes. “I’m your good boy, Daddy.”
Did he think saying that would make it true?
“Well, let’s remember that good boys stay safe.” With our luck, he’d end up with a concussion or worse and we’d have to tell his family what we’d been doing. “That means no falling off the couch.”
And it meant we’d shift scenes like this to the bed if he was going to end up little and squirming.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” That wasn’t agreeing to anything I’d said, but I decided not to point that out as he kissed my cheek. “Your very good boy.”
Manipulative little brat.
But since I was starting to think he really was my adorable brat, I was going to let him get away with it for a bit longer.
At least until I got more cheek kisses and cuddles.
Chapter 17
Orlando
“I’m not tired.” Brains got tired and mouths got tired, but I wasn’t tired. “I’m sticky, Daddy.”
Yes. I was sticky, not tired.
“I…” Hmm. “Do I need clothes, Daddy?”
I wasn’t stuck anymore but I wasn’t sure if Daddies liked naked.
“Terrence didn’t say anything about naked boys.” He talked about everything else, so he was still helpful. “My toes are cold.”
Daddy chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Is anything else cold?”
He was silly.
But he was right.
“My penis is sticky and cold.” It was all done playing. “I need my surprise, Daddy.”
I had more rewards.
“You need clothes because you’re cold, not because there is anything wrong with being my naked boy.” Daddy took my hand. “Bathtub for cleanup and then we’ll start on your surprises.”
More?
“I like surprises, Daddy.”
I did.
Terrence did too.
All littles did probably.
“Do you need a drink now?” Daddy was asking about aftercare. I’d read about aftercare. “How are you feeling?”
“Not thirsty.” Hmm. “Why do Daddies in books make their boys drink water?”
That was kind of sad.
Water was sad.
Grown-up cups were sad.
“Well, that’s a good question, but I think it’s primarily because you got a lot of exercise, so you probably need a drink to help.” Daddy shrugged. “It might be to give the Daddies something to do so we don’t worry?”
Oh, yeah.
Daddies worried.
“You don’t have to worry about words or spankings now.” That was good. He’d have to find something else to worry about. “I’m not going to scream at you or throw a lamp at your head. They hurt.”
Daddy sighed. “How did I not know that story?”
“I didn’t tell my mother.” Shh. “We don’t tell naked stories to moms. That’s the rules.”
Daddy cocked his head and made thinking sounds. “That explains it. I think I know about most of the other stuff. She’s very…chatty.”
Nosy.
She was nosy and she liked to share.
“Don’t giggle.” Daddy kissed my head. “I was being polite.”
“Enzo says being polite will get you trampled. He’s polite. He knows.” Terrence was smart, not polite. “I’m polite too.”
It was dangerous.
Daddy agreed because he sighed and nodded. “I think we need a different word for how your family deals with things because technically your mother is polite and that’s not a good description of her.”
He made me laugh again.
“Stop that.” Daddy was wearing a silly smile. “Your family is insane and you know it.”
Yep.
Daddy wasn’t insane, though, except when he played pretend.
But we weren’t playing big pretend anymore ’cause I called him Daddy.
“Noooo…” I was silly and frowned. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, silly goose.”
Ha.
Daddy was laughing too.
“Well, I’m glad you’re not going to scream at me or throw anything at me.” Daddy let go of me as we got to his bathroom, but he stroked my head again and smiled. “We’ll get a drink after we get you cleaned up. That seems more important but we’ll get you some milk later.”
Daddy was smart and knew milk was better than water.
“I don’t like grown-up cups for milk.” I scrunched my face up. “They’re not good.”
Daddy made a huffing sound and frowned. “Would I give my boy milk in a glass?”
He was so silly.
“Nope. You’re smart.” And funny because he started shaking his head and grumbling.