Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
The Fox kneeled beside Brody, who had an arm over his eyes. As though he could pretend this wasn’t happening? Or was he trying not to get hard? Did the idea of a cock cage excite him?
“Going to put this cock cage on now, Pup. Just warning you first. You good?”
“Just do it,” Brody said in a strangled voice.
She watched in interest as the Fox coated some lube over Brody’s cock and balls. Not too much. She guessed he didn’t want it sliding off. The ring went around behind his balls before the shaft was slid over his cock. The Fox locked into place with a small padlock.
“In the interest of safety, I have a key to unlock the cage when I wish. But if you need to open it there’s another one in here.” The Fox got up and pushed up the lid on the small box he kept on the dresser.
She called it a treasure box. She hadn’t looked in it, but it seemed like something a pirate might keep their gold in. He bought it over to show them. Inside, there was a key, some cufflinks, and a gold ring that she couldn’t ever imagine the Fox wearing.
“Huh, I half-expected the secrets of the universe to jump out at me,” Brody muttered.
“Not quite,” the Fox replied dryly. “You good? Does it hurt? Need adjusting?”
“No, it feels . . . it feels strange but fine.”
“Tell me if anything hurts at any time. I’m going to take our girl and get her dressed. We’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast.” The Fox leaned over and kissed him.
Brody groaned as he drew back, then he sat up, glancing down at his cock. “This is so mean.”
Poor Brody-bear.
The Fox picked her up and settled her on his hip. Perhaps she should be embarrassed that she was naked.
But she wasn’t. Because she didn’t have to worry about anything today. Daddy was going to take care of her.
And that was exactly what she wanted.
The Fox carried his precious bundle into the nursery and laid her on the bed, putting a pillow on either side of her. He didn’t want her to roll off. Which was why he didn’t put her on the changing table. Although she just lay there, staring around.
She really did look exhausted. He was worried about her. There was a lot going on at the moment and he knew she was concerned that something would go wrong tonight.
But it wouldn’t.
It couldn’t.
This was going to be the end of everything. It was what he’d been working towards. And once it was done, he’d have more time to devote to his babies.
Hmm. He wondered if he could get Brody to regress further today too. Would the cock cage help? Hard to know unless they tried.
He grabbed a onesie that zipped up the front. It had a fox face on the dropseat, which he happened to think was freaking adorable.
What was wrong with him? Since when did he think things were adorable?
What underwear to use. A diaper? Was that pushing too hard? There were training pants. They did up at the sides and had cute images of bunnies playing over them.
If she objected, he could put on her normal panties. He didn’t think she’d want to use diapers or need training pants.
But you never knew . . .
Moving back to her, he lifted her legs and slid the training pants under her bottom before doing them up at the sides. She stiffened slightly, then seemed to slide back into baby girl headspace.
After getting her dressed, he picked her up and carried her out to the kitchen.
Brody was already in there, putting the coffee on.
Autumn made humming noises, twisting her hands in the air in excitement. Probably over the thought of coffee. Not that she was getting any. Maybe he’d give her an iced coffee in her bottle later, just to stave off a headache.
Walking over to Brody, he kissed his forehead.
“Thank you, Pup. But why don’t you go sit at the counter, and I’ll make us all breakfast. How about pancakes?”
“Really?” Brody asked.
He usually tried to feed them healthier options, but it felt like a pancake day.
“Yes. And then after breakfast, we could play with some Legos. Would my baby boy like that?”
Some red filled Brody’s cheeks, but he nodded. He looked a bit unsure, so the Fox tilted up his head, kissing his lips. “I don’t want you to worry about anything today, understand? Just be Brody, and I’ll be Papa.”
“I’ll try.” He reached down and tried to adjust himself.
“Feeling okay? Not sore?”
“It’s fine, Papa.” His blush increased.
“Will you hold our girl while I get her high chair?”
“Sure.” Brody smiled at Autumn, tickling her under the chin. “Who’s the cutest Tutu in the world? Who is it? It’s you! Yay!”
She clapped, giggling.
Fuck.
How had he ever gotten lucky enough to find the two of them? To deserve them?