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Lots of good hugging Daddies and Doms worried about things that just had a mind of their own.

“And you get cheek kisses and forehead kisses and sometimes lip kisses.” Resting my head on Daddy’s shoulder, I curled into him and rubbed my cheek against his soft shirt. “Daddy cuddles mean you don’t have to worry.”

Most of the time.

When the Daddy wasn’t a butthead Austin had to threaten.

“I like that description.” Daddy Tyson kissed my head. “I think that makes a lot of sense.”

Daddy Tyson wiggled down in the couch and moved me so I was resting against his chest and my head was tucked under his chin. “That’s better.”

Lots.

He even moved his hands so I was wrapped up in a little ball.

“You’ve got a good lap for cuddles, Daddy.” He had a big lap and a big chest to snuggle. “You’ve got good arms for cuddles. You even smell good, Daddy.”

He smelled like a Daddy.

Daddy Tyson was quiet for a minute before something made him chuckle. “Thank you, cutie.”

Daddies were so silly sometimes.

“Welcome, Daddy.” Wiggling, I rubbed against his chest again. “I like cuddles, Daddy.”

I had to make sure he didn’t forget.

“I like cuddles too.” Daddy Tyson gave me another kiss and the hand on my leg started rubbing my thigh. “And I’m very glad that you tell me what you like.”

“I’m glad, Daddy.” What else did I like? “I like kisses. Did I tell you that?”

Daddy’s chest bounced up and down, but he didn’t giggle. “Yes, you might’ve mentioned that.”

“Because kisses are good. Like cuddles are good.” Hmm. “Oh, pets are good. I like that you’re petting my leg. Can I pet you, Daddy?”

Asking was polite and I wanted to be good just in case there were rewards later.

Daddy Tyson let out a deep breath for some reason. “Yes, where do you want to pet?”

I could make good choices.

Hmm.

“Your arm? Your leg? Your…your head?” Where could I pet that wouldn’t make him worry? “Are you worried about your penis? I can pet there too but not if it would make you squirmy.”

That wouldn’t get me a reward later.

I wasn’t sure if Daddy Tyson groaning was a good thing or not, but he didn’t move me away and he even kissed my head again. “I can promise you that petting my penis will make me squirm.”

Giggling, I shook my head. “No, Daddy, that’s not the good kind of wiggles.”

“Ah.” He went thinky and rubbed my back some more. “Well, I can’t promise not to be at least a tiny bit squirmy, but how about we try petting my chest instead of my penis. Just to start.”

“We don’t want to rush.” That was the rule. Austin said so.

But did Daddy Tyson forget that petting his chest might make him bad squirmy?

“Did you forget?” I had to ask since I didn’t know.

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