Page 79 of Bold

It wasn’t scary for him any longer?

Flicking my tongue over his nipple, I hummed and got a rush as he moaned and held me tighter. “Fuck.”

Mixing it up with long sucks and then teasing flicks, I wondered how much progress he thought he’d made versus what he’d actually made. Yes, Daddy was hard when I was nursing on him, but Daddy never actually said any of the body words that came with lactating.

But pushing seemed like a stupid idea, so I focused on the fun parts and wiggled against him as I hummed again.

“That’s fucking distracting.” His frustrated growl made me want to giggle but I was slightly distracted too.

My bladder was going to pop.

Daddy reached down and smacked my bottom, pushing me against him. Even though I was well-padded, it was easy toremember how good his bare-bottom spankings felt. “You’re going to make me come in my pants.”

Was that the problem?

Shifting just enough that I could push down the front of his sleep pants, I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and used my teeth on his nipple.

Bingo.

Daddy’s cock throbbed and then he growled out another curse as cum squirted like a water gun. The pew pew noises stayed in my head, but that was just because my mouth was still occupied.

Yay for full mouths.

When Daddy went limp and was barely petting my head, I stopped playing with his cum gun and it was my turn to relax. Yes. I was Daddy’s good boy and Daddy liked control. Maybe if I used my diaper, he wouldn’t bug my phone?

I really wasn’t sure he wanted to see the dirty story site that Austin had shown me.

Daddy was…innocent.

Yes, Daddy was innocent and there was no reason to shock him.

I was his good boy.

“That’s right.” Daddy knew I was his good boy because he hugged me tight as my diaper got warm and full. “Such a good boy. A wonderful sub. You gave Daddy so much control. I’m very proud of you.”

Yes, I’d made Daddy happy and I was his good boy.

My relief lasted just long enough to realize that I was hard and hungry and his housekeeper was still moving around somewhere.

Saturdays were not supposed to be quite so eventful.

“Come on, baby.” Daddy sat up and kissed my head as I hid against him. “I’ll make you the good coffee and we’ll see about breakfast.”

That was what he thought the plan was next?

My head popped up before I could think about it. “Daddy, we need showers and clothes and I need to brush my teeth and I might have to call Austin to ask him how to be nice to a housekeeper. He knows all kinds of useless manners stuff because he’s richer than everyone.”

Everyone.

All added together.

Daddy laughed. “You can call Austin if you want, but I don’t think it’s necessary.”

I wasn’t so sure about that.

“He knows where all the forks go and who to talk to at parties and he knows how to smile and let someone know they've been bad at the same time.” He was amazing. “He’ll know what to do.”

Daddy rolled his eyes.

---