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Giggling, I wiggled a tiny bit lower. “But…but I have to go potty, Daddy.”

He was making it very hard to stay big.

“I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t go pee-pee, baby boy.” Kissing my head, he relaxed back onto the bed and started running his fingers through my hair. “Kisses.”

It wasn’t fair that he smelled so good.

“I’m…but I’m…” Not as little as I had been last night. “I’malmostbig, Daddy.”

“I realize that.” Possibly playing dumb, he kept caressing me and inching me closer. “One thing doesn’t have anything to do with the other unless we make it that way.”

Sighing, I snuggled against his chest, making a soft sound as his scent hit me again. “I think…I think you’re being sneaky.”

He was just trying to make me not worry.

He laughed quietly. “No. I’m just making sure I get what I want.”

Huh?

“No, I’ll explain but lips first. Once you’re being Daddy’s good boy, then I’ll tell you.” He barely shifted his hand to turn my head and the temptation was stronger than my curiosity. “Good boy.”

When my lips were wrapped around his nipple and I closed my eyes as the first stream hit my mouth, he went back to petting my head. “Yes, that’s my good boy.”

Whining softly as I drank, I heard him chuckle again. “I won’t forget. I like control, baby boy. I’ve been very careful so far and I haven’t even bugged your phone, but I hadn’t realized how many things there were to control in a relationship like this that wouldn’t potentially involve lawyers.”

Oh.

The shiver that raced through me said what my little side and lower head thought about all that, but the last remaining big parts sighed and realized Daddy was going to be a pain in the butt.

“Earlier this week, I found several interesting discussions on an underground web forum where the Daddies and Domsdebated thoughtful topics such asDiapers: Little Play or Are They For ControlandDid Anyone Else Know There is a Word for Controlling Someone’s Bathroom Habits.”

Good grief.

“I’m pretty sure they’re a group of academics judging by the setup and how rabid they are about things like topics labeled clearly and how comments should be structured.” Daddy sounded fascinated. “I’ll show you later. I’m very glad that I found you before you found that forum.”

Giggling around his nipple, I wiggled closer and wrapped myself tighter around Daddy. He chuckled and teased his fingers around my ear, making me wiggle even more. “Oh, don’t lose dessert.”

That didn’t help my giggle problem and neither did his fingers.

“Hmm, you’re not holding on tight. You’re going to make a mess.” His naughty fingers were tickling down my neck as he laughed. “You’ll have to lick it all up if you let it escape.”

I might’ve moaned at the images that popped up in my head.

Daddy let out a wicked chuckle. “Oh, my naughty boy likes the idea of making a mess.”

Well, kind of, but I’d honestly never expected to say anything about it. I hadn’t figured out the right way to say it, so I’d planned on waiting until Austin said something inappropriate and just using that as a jumping-off point. He’d been good so far but that would only last until he realized Daddy wasn’t as touchy about it as he had been originally.

“If you’re naughty later, I might make that your punishment. You’ll have to tell me what you were imagining.” He let out adevilish sound as I whined and made sure not to lose suction around his nipple. “Yes, I have a very naughty boy and he’s going to end up in trouble sooner or later.”

Probably.

That didn’t seem like the right way to respond, though.

And I really needed to look at my limits list again…Daddy was dangerously smart.

“I’m going to have to think about other things my naughty boy might be imagining.” Daddy went back to softly stroking my head, but his tone was sexy and low. “You’ve had a lot more time to think up some interesting fantasies and I’m going to have to work at catching up with you.”

Really?

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