Chapter 21
Orlando
“You listened.” I shrugged. He didn’t like it but he’d been naughty. “I wasn’t supposed to tell about Enzo, so I couldn’t tell you about Terrence being little until I knew you were a Daddy.”
Ha.
“You were pretending not to be a Daddy, so I couldn’t tell.” Yep, I’d been a good boy. “Now I can tell because now you tell me Daddy stuff.”
Daddy scrunched up his face.
Daddy got thinky.
Daddy sighed.
Yay.
“I will accept some of that logic even though it’s ridiculous and your timeline is questionable. But no more making me think you have a stalker.” Daddy got growly when I giggled. “You made me crazy.”
Everybody else was crazy too.
“You saved me.” I gave Daddy’s cheek a kiss. “Thank you.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“I still can’t believe your mother came here to find you.” Daddy glared toward the front of the house. “One of our neighbors tattled.”
Naughty neighbors too.
“And I really can’t believe she still thinks you have an issue with gluten.” Daddy shook his head and slouched in his big chair. “You’re allergic to pomegranates. Not pasta.”
“You remembered.” Best Daddy ever. “Thank you.”
Daddy went very still and made his big breath again. “They keep forgetting that, don’t they?”
“Yep.” I gave Daddy my oh well shrug. “Too much fishing.”
No laugh.
No laugh.
No laugh.
Daddy had his serious face. “You cried wolf so many times she’s forgotten what you’re actually allergic to?”
“Being a mom is hard?” That’s what she said. “Oops.”
“Lord.” Daddy was naughty but looked up at the sky to say sorry to God and Santa. “That’s okay. I will remember what you’re allergic to.”
“’Cause you’re my Daddy.” I knew it. I was Santa’s good helper. “You take care of me.”
Daddy got his worry face on. “But I can only take good care of you if you—”
“No playing pretend.” I gave Daddy another kiss to distract him. “No pretend for me and no pretend for Daddy.”
Ha.
“Yes, no pretending I’m not your Daddy.” Cuddling me tighter, he made our special chair go back and forth. “It’s going to be much easier to keep my eye on you now.”
Naughty spy and naughty helper.
We matched.
“You’re my good Daddy.”
Smart Daddy.
Hmm.
“How did you know, Daddy?”
Daddy grinned.
Naughty Daddy.
“You didn’t have any of the presents you talked about in your house and you left the receipt for the flowers on the kitchen table.” Daddy shook his head and gave me a silly smile. “It just took me a while to realize what I saw.”
Pretending to frown, Daddy huffed. “I should’ve realized there was something wrong with it right off the bat, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so mischievous.”
Oh.
Shoot.
I’d do better next time.
“I don’t like that look, Trippy.” Daddy narrowed his eyes and gave me a Daddy face. “We’re going to have good communication, remember?”
Maybe.
Cheek kisses for the win.
Ha.
He sighed.
“Less chaos than your family is my line in the sand.” Daddy wanted to cross his arms and pout but he had to hold me. “My limit, Trippy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I could promise that. “Less chaos. Got it.”
That was easy…they were big naughty most of the time.
“Good communication.” Hmm. Wiggle. Wiggle. “We talked, Daddy, and you saved me.”
That was important and special and very nice.
Daddy groaned.
Ha.
“You have to stop doing that, Trippy.” Daddy didn’t make me promise, so I gave him more kisses. “Cheater.”
Yes.
Ha.
“Okay, more conversations, then we’ll call it good communication.” Daddy liked my wiggles but he had to take a big breath. “Do you have any limits on having inside happy time with Daddy?”
“Hmm…” Think. Think. Think. Ha. Naughty Pooh Bear. “Daddy inside me. I’ll share later.”
More thinking.
More thinking.
Good communication needed limits so Daddy didn’t worry.
Had to find limits.
“Lots of kisses. Get to come.” Something else. Something else. “Oh, I get to be sticky?”
Daddy blinked and frowned and blinked. “You want me to get you sticky inside?”
“Yes.” Thinking Daddy time. “Daddy has limits too.”
“We both have limits.” Daddy gave me cheek kisses that time. “I was at the doctor—”
“Last month. Last month. I know.” Daddy all safe. “Me too. Ready for Daddy.”
No laugh.
No laugh.
Daddy took a big breath.
“When were you tested, Trippy?”
Ha.
Good boy.
Not because I was a naughty spy.
“Summer, Daddy.”
I frowned and pretended to be Enzo.
“Go get tested, that’s not what an open relationship means.” Enzo got cranky. Lots and lots of cranky. “All good, Daddy.”
“The TV girl. Lord, Trippy. I’m going to have to keep you just to make sure you don’t start dating again. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
Yep.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Kiss. Kiss. “No take backs.”
Ha.
Daddy had to keep me.
Frowny face.
Frowny face.
“That wasn’t something you should’ve thanked me for.”
Daddy was silly.
“Your turn. Limits.”
Distracted Daddy.
Ha.
“Yes, my limits.” More big breaths. Daddy was so funny. “I want to make you sticky and we can talk about taking turns later. I like all your limits, so why don’t we go get a shower and we’ll go back to bed to cuddle.”
I was so funny too.
“All done.” Ha. Clean inside and out. “I’m fast.”
Daddy groaned. “That was why you were being sneaky in the bathroom and took so long.”
Yep.
All set for Daddy.
“I can’t believe you kept me waiting just to have—” Daddy groaned when I wiggled so I could sit like a cowboy on his lap. “What are you doing?”
“Distracting Daddy.” And I was a good boy since I was honest. “No lies means bigger rewards. You said so. I ’member.”
Huff.
Puff.
Sigh.
“I really don’t think that was what I said.” Daddy knew I won, so I gave him a big boy kiss. “One day I’m not going to let you get away with that.”
Not today.
“Stop giggling.” Daddy tried to frown but I rocked on his lap. “Cheater.”
Yes.
“No…Daddy’s special boy.” Yes. That was nicer. “Does Daddy want kisses?”
Kisses for Daddy.
Gonna look cute and sweet and make Daddy squirm.
“What are you doing?” Daddy moaned when I slid down between his legs and reached for his pants. “Kisses. Got it.”
Daddy wasn’t smart when he wanted happy time.
“That giggle is evil, Trippy.”
“Nooo…” Wide eyes and sweet face made Daddy groan again. “I’m your sweet boy, Daddy.”
Ha.
“When did you learn to be so sneaky and play pretend so well?” Daddy asked questions but Daddy didn’t want the answer, so I got him all free and distracted him. “That’s…fuck…”
“No, it’s kisses.” Right on the tip and then down the sides. Wide eyes. Cute kisses. Sweet boy makes a Daddy moan. “I love kissing Daddy.”
No giggles.
No giggles.
“Brat.” Daddy closed his eyes as I gave him good kisses and licked him like an ice cream cone. “Fuck.”
Nope. Still just kisses and licks and a sweet boy.
“Special kisses for Daddy.” Wrapping my lips around him, I slowly sucked on him and went down, down, down. Hums and happy sounds for happy kisses.
“Fuck. That’s.” Daddy growled and opened his eyes. “Nope. You’re going to make me come and the plan is to make you sticky.”
Daddy liked my kisses.
“Come here.” Daddy was going all Dommy. “Naughty boy.”
Up. Up. Up.
Daddy was strong and held me tight. “I’m not going to let you make me forget who’s in charge here.”
“You, Daddy.” Hmm. Tiny peck. “I like kissing you, Daddy.”
Ha.
Growly Daddy frowned and squeezed my bottom. “I think I need to have a conversation with your bottom about manipulating your Daddy.”
Oh.
Yes.
But I was a good boy and gave him a sad face and a cute pout. “Oh, no.”
Daddy’s eyes laughed as he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. “Oh no is right, naughty boy.”
Yay.
“I’m going to help you remember how a good boy behaves for his Daddy.” Daddy’s face was stern but he kissed my neck and poofed my shirt away and onto the floor. “My good boy is going to have an aching bottom to help him be sweet.”
Spankings then happy time.
Naked then spankings then happy time.
“Come here, naughty boy.” Daddy pulled me up on the bed, kissing me and squeezing my bottom. “Over my lap. That bottom needs some helpful attention.”
Attention was so good…
Daddy was so good…
Oh, that was…
“Daddy.” One spank was all it took to have reality shifting, and part of me still wanted to giggle, but a bigger part of me moaned as his hand came down again. “Please…that’s…”
“That’s my naughty boy. I know.” His sexy voice got even deeper as I humped his lap and he spanked me again. “You made me wait while you were sneaky in the bathroom and you’ve been wiggling on me while I tried to have a serious conversation, and you tried to make me come too soon.”
Okay, maybe a reminder about good behavior was in order…especially when it got such a fabulous response. “I’ll…I’ll be good.”
Eventually.
I was really glad the internet was right about spankings.
The hot flash of heat as his hand came down fired through me and went right to my dick, making me squirm and getting another spank.
“Are you trying to come? Is that allowed?”
There was no good answer to either question, so I whined and spread my legs wider, tempting him. “I had to get ready for you, Daddy. I need you.”
And I’d waited a really long time to get to this point, so I wasn’t going to claim to have a lot of patience anymore.
“I think you just need me to play with your naughty hole.” Daddy was definitely more like Master as he tapped right over the center of my ass. “I’m not hearing anything sweet. Just needy.”
He was so ridiculous.
But man…that was…how frustrated would he be if my spanking made me come?
“I need all of you, Daddy.” Very frustrated. He would be very frustrated because he needed romance. I forgot. “I love you. You’re my Daddy.”
Oh, that moan.
He loved romance just as much as he loved me.
“My sweet boy.” Daddy squeezed my hot cheeks, sending more sparks through me as I humped his lap and earned another spank. “Let me hear it again.”