Page 19 of Who's Your Daddy

“Definitely dinner. You’re my Daddy now. That means you’re responsible for feeding me.” Looking around, he finally seemedto take in the state of the kitchen. “And while I’m close to having a kitchen again, I don’t feel like cooking.”

“That’s all very good information.” And it would help me make better decisions for us…but that wasn’t really what I’d been focused on. “Now the orgasms part, please.”

His face scrunched up and he ran his fingers through his hair. It always started out the day perfectly styled but it ended up looking like he’d never seen a brush. “I haven’t restarted at all this afternoon. I don’t know.”

Like rebooting a computer?

He was going to make life interesting.

“Alright, give me five limits and then I will make the decision about what happens next.” Relief flashed over his face but the focused stubbornness that quickly followed made me nervous.

“Limits. I can do this.” Looking a bit like he was solving world peace for a billion-dollar game show prize, his eyes narrowed and I knew he wasn’t seeing me anymore. “No penetrative sex without a condom until we’ve had theis it safeconversation. Mild spankings until we’ve had the pain conversation. No making me eat squishy vegetables without asking me for a list of acceptable ones first. No trying to play out abduction fantasies. I use the stoplight colors because the lights flash in my head.”

That seemed to bring him back to reality because he was focusing on me again. “Did you know some people don’t have pictures in their head? Leander doesn’t. His head is dark and blank. He doesn’t like that description, though. He says it makes him sound like a cartoon character that’s really stupid.”

I was pretty sure I was on Leander’s side, but I didn’t think Terrence needed to know that. “You did a very good job comingup with five important limits. Is there anything else you think I need to know right off the bat? Like not touching grown-up parts or anything like that?”

There were dozens of questions I should’ve asked him before we did anything, but there was no way he had the patience for that.

Terrence’s head cocked. “You have to touch the grown-up parts to make me come fast enough not to lose my mind. We can play with things like seeing if petting my hands will make me come later.”

His brain was an interesting place…but it wasn’t dark and empty.

“Thank you for making that clear.” Grasping for a plan that wouldn’t make me look stupid or terminally confused, I decided my first course of action would be to get us out of the kitchen. “Alright, upstairs. The kitchen is too close to being done to christen it with cum.”

Nodding, Terrence looked around again. “We need to christen it with cookies…not bodily fluids. That can come later. Ha. Come.”

Grinning, he looked very pleased with himself, especially when I shook my head. “You’re so cute when you smile.”

“You’re the one who’s smiling.” That just made him snicker.

“But your eyes smile.” His smirk said he was proud of himself for accomplishing it. “I knew you’d be sexy when you smiled.”

“Still haven’t made me smile, though.” Taking his shoulders in my hands, I turned him around and rested a hand on his back. “Upstairs.”

So we could find his errant sex toys.

They wouldn’t have had to move them far to confuse Terrence. His house wasn’t quite hoarder chic but it was on the disorganized side of the spectrum with piles of books and papers everywhere and stacks of random things he’d probably forgotten about.

“You’ve got a plan, right?” Terrence kept moving forward, but he glanced back several times, not trying to be subtle at all. “Right?”

Clearly, the afternoon orgasm was a necessity and not a luxury.

“Yes, I have a primary plan and a secondary one if that becomes necessary.” I thought that was just practical, but Terrence sighed like we were living in a Hallmark movie.

“That’s so…” His voice trailed off again and he gave me another romantic smile. “Planner Daddies are troublesome but they’re worth it in the end.”

Or they were worth it as long as enough orgasms were involved.

“I’m glad you see the benefits.” But we were going to have to shift the scene into something less transactional for both of us to thoroughly enjoy it.

So as we made it to his room, I shifted my hand to his neck and tightened my grip. Thankfully, it got the reaction I’d hoped for and he moaned as his legs went wobbly. It had the added benefit of melting his brain too. “Oh…”

When that was all I got and there was no safeword following it, I stepped closer and pressed the front of my body against his side. “One of the first rules we’re going to negotiate is that you’regoing to ask your Daddy for permission to come. I understand how important your afternoon playtime is, but I expect you to be a good boy.”

“Oh…that’s…” Terrence sighed again but he seemed to understand it wasn’t enough of a response. It took several swallows and a few rough starts to get a longer response out, though. “Yes, Daddy. I can ask politely. I’ll be good but…but it’s…they’re important.”

They?

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