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My glare had Dessie pressing his lips together. “Oh, no. Daddy is in charge in our relationship. That’s how it works. Not Austin.”

Nibbling on his lower lip, he eased closer and whispered into my ear again. “Do we have a relationship, Daddy?”

Oh.

“Evidently so because Daddy said it.” I liked that logic. “That’s how it works.”

Mirroring his own words made him giggle and I got a cheek kiss. “Yep, that’s how it works, Daddy.”

As long as it was getting him what he wanted. Which, judging by his obvious wiggle and snicker, was still to pet my penis.

Why didn’t more Doms or just alphas in general want littles? It was like having the cutest, cuddliest toy to play with all the time.

“Daddy also says he wants chest kisses.” As Dessie’s eyes went wide, I shrugged. “Daddy said so.”

Blinking, he nodded slowly. “That’s how it works.”

Repeating back the other half of the joke seemed automatic, and for a moment I thought I’d pulled him out of his little headspace. Well, I worried about that for a few seconds until he leaned in and whispered again. “Did you forget?”

He was either trying to be very careful with me or he thought I was stupid.

Possibly both.

“No, but I’m kind of tired of being afraid.” Somehow, having the conversation with little Dessie didn’t make admitting that as hard as it would’ve been otherwise. “And you like the way I smell. That’s my milk, cutie.”

Blink.

Blink.

“Really, Daddy?” He pulled back just far enough to look down at my chest and marveled at me. “It makes you smell like a Daddy, Daddy. That’s. You’re. Wow.”

It wasn’t like any reaction I’d ever imagined and actually made me smile. “Yep. Most of the time it isn’t noticeable but cuddling with you is making it much more…active.”

I wasn’t sure how to explain it, so I stayed vague.

“I’m so special I make you smell good?” Wiggling again, Dessie completely lost his grown-up reservations about making me nervous and just marveled at how special he was. “I’m amazing, Daddy.”

Oh yes.

“I think so too.” Shrugging, I pushed down the nervousness and tried to look like a perfectly relaxed Daddy. “So, would my special boy like to help me not be scared?”

Nodding, he gave me a sweet kiss and looked adorably earnest. “I like that you’re a special Daddy for a special boy.”

That was such a wonderful way to see it, I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Thank you.”

Kissing his nose, I chuckled as he laughed and wiggled. “Daddy. That’s not where I’m getting kisses.”

No, he’d rather kiss my ass.

And just remembering that made me chuckle even more. “I’m not bending over. You’re going to kiss my chest, silly goose.”

He laughed so hard he nearly fell off my lap. “Daddy…bending…”

I caught him before he could go overboard and hit the floor, but that just made him laugh even harder. Eventually I had him wrapped up tight enough that he couldn’t give himself a concussion and he managed to stop giggling, but he collapsed against me like he’d worn himself out.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but he didn’t have that problem. Dessie rubbed his face against my chest and sighed. “You smell like a Daddy.”

That was clearly a good thing and made the smell even better judging by how tight he made my chest feel.

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