Page 25 of Wishes and Research

He raised one eyebrow.

He wasn’t going to tell me to grow up or behave?

No rolling his eyes or telling me to function?

“I’m very patient, cutie.” Fraser gave me another quick peck and settled back against the chair. “Would you like bigger cuddles while you pout and drag your feet?”

Hmm.

“Yes.” That wasn’t hard to answer because he was a good cuddler just like he’d said. “Thank you.”

He made a pleased sound and immediately shifted me around so I was lying across his lap with my head on his shoulder. “There we go. That’s much better.”

Nodding because he was right, I wondered if him being a Daddy was the reason this didn’t feel awkward. It should’ve felt weird at the very least, but it didn’t. “Do Daddies make things like this feel more normal just because they’re Daddies?”

I wasn’t sure the question made sense, but he made a thoughtful sound and seemed to be processing it, so I didn’t try to rephrase it. “I don’t think so.”

He thought again and started rubbing my back. “I think it’s more about a Daddy finding this so normal and just what we’re supposed to be doing that it makes it hard for the sub to worry. Does that make sense?”

“Maybe?” I’d have to think about it more, but it felt like a good starting point. “You make things sound very rational even though I’m not sure they are.”

Fraser chuckled. “I think they’re very rational, so maybe that’s the difference?”

Possibly.

“But what did you think of our experiment?” Fraser’s chest jerked when I sighed. “So much drama in such a sexy body.”

He thought I was sexy?

“That’s not the part you’re going to focus on, cutie. I’m not going to get distracted.” His firmly delivered teasing had me sighing again. “Still waiting.”

Ugh. Daddies were so stubborn.

He should’ve listed that trait first so I would’ve been better prepared.

“Um, well.” What did I know? What would be easiest to talk about? “I…Okay, well, I didn’t stumble too much over using that title.”

That was good to know.

Fraser’s chest jerked, though. “What title? Let me hear you say it again.”

He was definitely the dramatic one between us. “You’re just trying to make me squirm.”

He didn’t bother denying that as he chuckled. “Yep. You’re really cute when you get wiggly and embarrassed.”

“That was not in your list of what Daddies do or why they like being Daddies.” He shouldn’t have left messing with their subs off of his list either.

Barely holding back laughter, Fraser shrugged. “Oops.”

Well, if teasing and shenanigans were appropriate, two could play that game.

Wiggling again so my ass rubbed right over his erection, I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered softly. “I called you Daddy and asked you for kisses. Wasn’t I a good boy, Daddy?”

Hmm.

Yes, I was starting to see how the word could be very useful in a variety of situations.

I was feeling very grown-up at the moment and Fraser was groaning in a very adult way too, but the Daddy part was still cute.

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