Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Another yawn said how tired Paxton was and his exhaustion probably played into how casually he responded. “I don’t know what I’d want to be, Daddy. But…but my mother said we had some disreputable relatives on our family tree. That…that would be fun.”
Interesting.
He was too tired to play tell me about your weird relatives, though.
“You’re going to have to tell me about them later.” Deciding the dishes from lunch could wait, I went back over to Paxton and took his hand. “Come on, little bug. Let’s go do massage time.”
Before he fell asleep at the table.
“I’m not tired, Daddy.” He frowned, looking around like he wasn’t sure why he’d said that. “I’m…I’m fine.”
Not letting my laughter out was one of the hardest things I’d ever done.
“I didn’t say you were tired.” Managing to look confused, I shrugged. “But Daddies need lots of sleep, so I might close my eyes after your massage. Is that okay?”
He wasn’t thinking clearly enough to see the trap, so I knew he was probably more tired than I’d realized. As he slowly nodded, it took him a few seconds to figure out the verbal part of his response. “You…you worked hard today.”
And so had he.
He’d also probably been up half the night looking up everything he could find on what being a little meant.
“Thank you.” Tugging his hand so he would get up, since he hadn’t figured out that step on his own, I finally got him to his feet. “Come on, little dragon.”
He pouted. “I’m gonna be a mage. I’m gonna magic bugs.”
We seemed to have magic bugs, so I wasn’t going to tell him he was wrong. “I think that’s a wonderful plan. You found very special bugs.”
And it seemed like he’d even gotten some of the fucking magic on camera.
Paxton cocked his head as I led him back through the house and upstairs. “I…my bugs are special. They poof.”
“I think that makes them very special.” Not arguing about how special they were seemed to confuse him because he just nodded slowly and frowned at me as I told him he was right. “You’re very smart.”
“I am.” Looking around slightly lost as we made it upstairs, he frowned again. “It’s okay to be confused, though.”
“It is.” But we were quickly getting to the point where confusion would lead to conversations. I’d thought we’d have more time for that but the old farts at the diner were stupid, Paxton was smart, and the bugs were disappearing like magic.
Yep, conversations could not be put off much longer.
“It’s okay to come up with answers on your own or to ask Daddy questions.” Kissing his head as we stopped by the bed, I pulled his T-shirt off. “We’ll think about that later, though.”
He wasn’t nearly awake enough for the dragons are real conversation…especially since that would lead to several other interesting topics.
“I like later.” Paxton wasn’t really little any longer but he definitely wasn’t big or in charge because he just looked down at his naked chest and frowned. “Yes, later.”
Continuing to take off his clothes, I let him process for a few more seconds, but once I had him down to his wonderfully tiny briefs that were barely containing his cock, I poked at the situation again. “Do you remember our plan?”
Standing up, I kissed his cheek and gently cuddled him against me. It took the barest amount of pressure to have him curling into my chest and after a few seconds, he nodded. “I’m getting my massage and a reward because I was a good boy and that’s the rules. Then I’m probably going to fall asleep but not because I’m tired, that just happens after big rewards, and then I think you’re going to tell me about the bugs and why the men are weird.”
Yep.
“Yes, that’s our plan.” Since he didn’t seem overly concerned about the rest of our afternoon, I focused on the order he’d listed out. Massage. Orgasm. Nap. “You’re going to love your massage.”
Kissing his head, I eased back enough to take off his underwear, and as it slid to the floor, I shifted him toward the bed. “Up, little bug. Stretch out on your tummy and relax.”
His head bobbed and he climbed up without seeming to have any issue with being naked and beautifully erect. “Yes, we’ve got a plan.”
More nods followed until he was lying down on the bed and then just went boneless. “Plans are important. Daddies like plans. The men said so. The internet did too.”
“You’re so smart.” Grabbing some lotion off the nightstand, I toed off my socks and then climbed on the bed. When I straddled his thighs, he sighed and closed his eyes, making me smile. “Good boy. You’re going to relax and I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He might’ve tried to nod but his body just jerked as he made another happy, exhausted sound. “And…and my reward. I was a good boy.”