Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“You’re the one who’s smiling.” That just made him snicker.
“But your eyes smile.” His smirk said he was proud of himself for accomplishing it. “I knew you’d be sexy when you smiled.”
“Still haven’t made me smile, though.” Taking his shoulders in my hands, I turned him around and rested a hand on his back. “Upstairs.”
So we could find his errant sex toys.
They wouldn’t have had to move them far to confuse Terrence. His house wasn’t quite hoarder chic but it was on the disorganized side of the spectrum with piles of books and papers everywhere and stacks of random things he’d probably forgotten about.
“You’ve got a plan, right?” Terrence kept moving forward, but he glanced back several times, not trying to be subtle at all. “Right?”
Clearly, the afternoon orgasm was a necessity and not a luxury.
“Yes, I have a primary plan and a secondary one if that becomes necessary.” I thought that was just practical, but Terrence sighed like we were living in a Hallmark movie.
“That’s so…” His voice trailed off again and he gave me another romantic smile. “Planner Daddies are troublesome but they’re worth it in the end.”
Or they were worth it as long as enough orgasms were involved.
“I’m glad you see the benefits.” But we were going to have to shift the scene into something less transactional for both of us to thoroughly enjoy it.
So as we made it to his room, I shifted my hand to his neck and tightened my grip. Thankfully, it got the reaction I’d hoped for and he moaned as his legs went wobbly. It had the added benefit of melting his brain too. “Oh…”
When that was all I got and there was no safeword following it, I stepped closer and pressed the front of my body against his side. “One of the first rules we’re going to negotiate is that you’re going to ask your Daddy for permission to come. I understand how important your afternoon playtime is, but I expect you to be a good boy.”
“Oh…that’s…” Terrence sighed again but he seemed to understand it wasn’t enough of a response. It took several swallows and a few rough starts to get a longer response out, though. “Yes, Daddy. I can ask politely. I’ll be good but…but it’s…they’re important.”
They?
“We’ll work on the details like how many you get, but yes, I understand orgasming is nonnegotiable for you.” Well, I didn’t really understand it, but I accepted it. “Today we only have time for one before I’m going to take you out to dinner on our first date. Do you agree to that plan?”
Ignoring all the other conversations we should’ve had, I waited while he processed the question. After a few seconds, his head jerked and he managed a verbal response. “Yes, Daddy. One orgasm and then dinner.”
That was all I got for about five seconds, and then his brain started to work faster again.
“A date. Then do I get another? Where are we going? Are your cousins still here? Did they leave? Did they close the front door? What—” One firm swat on his bottom got the flood under control. “Wow. Thank you.”
So he knew his brain would’ve just kept going?
Good to know.
“You’re welcome.” Sliding my hand around the front of his neck, I pressed myself against his back. When he shivered but seemed happy with the new position, I slowly ran my free hand over his chest. “Yes, if you communicate thoroughly and politely on our date and follow any rules we establish, I’ll let you have another orgasm at the end of the night.”
We’d talk about how he wanted to handle that later, though.
First, we needed to get his questions answered and his originally promised orgasm delivered. “Everyone else left. They locked the front door and we’re going to have Italian since that’s your favorite.”
“I like noodles.” Terrence nearly moaned out his love of pasta. “But it…I might…”
“You might get little, I know. Mac and cheese definitely makes you little, so I had a feeling pasta in general would put you in a very happy mindset.” That got me a faint nod from Terrence and another pleased sigh.
I was hoping it was about what a good Daddy he had and not how hungry he was, but I wasn’t confident enough about the answer to ask.
“I’m going to love being a Daddy to a cute little and a Daddy to a distractible sub, so we’re not going to worry about how big or little you get.” And I was going to take him to a restaurant that another one of my relatives owned, so I wasn’t worried about dinner.
He was hiding his own kinks from his side of the family, so he’d keep his mouth shut.
“So no matter what kind of games we play later, I’m going to be very happy.” And I was also pretty sure Terrence was the type of little to mix up the kind of games he liked to play, so nothing he came up with would surprise me.