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“Would you be jealous if I told you I couldn’t look away from his backside while he was walking us here?” Colby’s grin told me he wasn’t feeling all that guilty. Which was fine.

“If I felt that way, I wouldn’t bring you to a place where there are so many hot asses, many of which aren’t even encased in painted-on leather. The view is part of the fun. And the exhibitionists get to have their good time as well.”

But he’d pretty well already lost interest in the employee because he was walking around the changing room. “Wow. Are all of the rooms like this?”

“No,” I admitted. “There are a limited number of private rooms and when they are all taken, everyone else has to go to the group rooms. They’re nice, and they have lockers, but they are much plainer.”

“You said it was all arranged. This is a special treat for me, isn’t it? The reservation?” He was holding a triple-size rubber duckie dressed as a doctor while admiring the mural of the rubber duckie pond on the wall. I’d been in here once before and had been charmed by the adorable bobbers in the blue water edged with cattails.

“Is that all right?”

“Oh yes, Daddy.” He let his backpack fall from his shoulder to the floor, set the duckie down, and came into my arms. “You take good care of me.”

“That’s my job.” I kissed his forehead and tipped his face up. “Are you ready to get changed?”

His gaze fixed past my shoulder. “Is that a changing table?”

“Yes, it’s just for us this evening. Hop up.” I helped him, of course, onto the adult-size table covered with a vinyl pattern of ducks. It was easy to sanitize between users, and as a medical professional, I approved, but still took one of the stacked changing pads and spread it out before lying him on it. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

If I’d been concerned about Colby’s reaction to my getting the room, I’d worried for nothing. He lay on his back looking up at me with big eyes, and I unzipped his backpack and pulled out his blankie, the one I’d found that night in the parking lot. “Want your pacie?”

He held out both hands, and I fitted the binky between his lips, watching him suck on it while I laid out his outfit and undressed him. “You’re such a good boy,” I crooned, ready to dress him for the evening in the onesie and shorts he’d finally settled on. “But I’m not sure you are going to fit in your shorts like this.”

He popped the pacie out and stared down his body. “It’s all stiff. Daddy fix.”

Chapter Fifteen

Colby

“It’s all stiff. Daddy fix,”

“What do good little boys say?”

“Please?” If he wanted me to beg, I’d do that too. I was hard as a rock and, if I had any hope of sinking into the right headspace, I needed to come. I didn’t make the rules. That’s just how it worked.

A lot of people didn’t like mixing their age play with their sexy times. I sort of fell in that camp. But when I was like this, having an orgasm made all of the rest of fun time far more…well, fun.

“Daddy can fix it. Should he fix it with his hands or his mouth?” Barrister licked his lips, leaving no room for doubt over which direction he was leaning. Worked for me. Because anything that had Daddy’s mouth on me was pretty much the best idea ever.

“Mouth, Daddy. Or both?”

“You’ve been a very good boy all day. Of course you can have both.”

Before I could think of a reply, his tongue was already licking me from root to tip. I moaned at the sensation of it, but, as good as that had felt, it was nothing compared to the way his tongue circling my tip did.

He worked my cock like a freaking pro. He licked, sucked, and even nibbled ever so slightly. And just when I was sure it couldn’t get any better, he added a hand to the mix. Part of me wanted to stay there, to enjoy every single second, and to make it last. The other part of me wanted to give in, to let my orgasm rush into me as I watched Daddy swallow my cum.

“Come for Daddy.” His warm breath ran along the tip. “Let me see how my good boy comes undone.”

This time, when he took me into his mouth, the entire feel changed. The teasing, the stopping just as I was starting to get close—it ended. He wanted to make me come, to see me fall apart at his touch, to swallow me whole. And as he bobbed up and down on my length, and I gave up any and all attempts to hold back, my orgasm rushed into me, my cum shooting into his mouth. He swallowed every last single drop.

Sexy. As. Fuck.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up and ready to play.”

He used a wet wipe to get me “cleaned up.” It wasn’t about being actually clean. Heck, Daddy had licked me clean. He was doing this to help me fall back into my headspace and I appreciated it.

I was wearing a diaper I had recently picked up. It was a display model from a store highlighted on Chains’ website. They apparently did demonstrations from time to time, and I simply had to have this one. It was cute, extra thick, and a bargain. Win-win-win.

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