Page 20 of Who's Your Daddy

“We’ll work on the details like how many you get, but yes, I understand orgasming is nonnegotiable for you.” Well, I didn’t really understand it, but I accepted it. “Today we only have time for one before I’m going to take you out to dinner on our first date. Do you agree to that plan?”

Ignoring all the other conversations we should’ve had, I waited while he processed the question. After a few seconds, his head jerked and he managed a verbal response. “Yes, Daddy. One orgasm and then dinner.”

That was all I got for about five seconds, and then his brain started to work faster again.

“A date. Then do I get another? Where are we going? Are your cousins still here? Did they leave? Did they close the front door? What—” One firm swat on his bottom got the flood under control. “Wow. Thank you.”

So he knew his brain would’ve just kept going?

Good to know.

“You’re welcome.” Sliding my hand around the front of his neck, I pressed myself against his back. When he shivered but seemed happy with the new position, I slowly ran my free handover his chest. “Yes, if you communicate thoroughly and politely on our date and follow any rules we establish, I’ll let you have another orgasm at the end of the night.”

We’d talk about how he wanted to handle that later, though.

First, we needed to get his questions answered and his originally promised orgasm delivered. “Everyone else left. They locked the front door and we’re going to have Italian since that’s your favorite.”

“I like noodles.” Terrence nearly moaned out his love of pasta. “But it…I might…”

“You might get little, I know. Mac and cheese definitely makes you little, so I had a feeling pasta in general would put you in a very happy mindset.” That got me a faint nod from Terrence and another pleased sigh.

I was hoping it was about what a good Daddy he had and not how hungry he was, but I wasn’t confident enough about the answer to ask.

“I’m going to love being a Daddy to a cute little and a Daddy to a distractible sub, so we’re not going to worry about how big or little you get.” And I was going to take him to a restaurant that another one of my relatives owned, so I wasn’t worried about dinner.

He was hiding his own kinks from his side of the family, so he’d keep his mouth shut.

“So no matter what kind of games we play later, I’m going to be very happy.” And I was also pretty sure Terrence was the type of little to mix up the kind of games he liked to play, so nothing he came up with would surprise me.

“So I can play with my toys and orgasm? And get noodles?” He seemed to think getting all three in one night was amazing, but it seemed like a low bar to me.

“Yes, and speaking of fun things to play with, let’s find yours.” They couldn’t have gone far. “Show me where you usually keep your grown-up toys.”

“I’ve got a box.” That was all I got from Terrence until I released my hold on him enough for him to think about more than just noodles and his orgasm. “It’s…it’s usually on my bed or my nightstand.”

And knowing Terrence, it’d probably been a very subtle box, but I had to ask anyway. “What does the box look like?”

“Um, it’s got pretty penises on it and it’s square.” Terrence’s description had me fighting the urge to shake my head, but it was enough to give me a good start on fixing the problem.

“It’s behind your pillows, cutie.” I was beginning to think he really did need his afternoon orgasm. “See?”

No.

It took several more blinks and a deep breath for some reason to actually make him see the bright purple box with the colorful penises on it. “Stencils are evil.”

“I didn’t do it.” Terrence shrugged. “And for some reason Leander is convinced that’s a safeword but you have to promise not to agree with him. I don’t care what you really think. You just have to be on my side when other people are being dramatic.”

I shouldn’t have.

I should’ve made him work for it.

I was a slut who was entirely too easy.

I laughed.

Terrence tipped back into me and sighed like he’d just been fucked by the best dick ever. “I knew that would be good.”

“Did you just come?” He was the sexiest little attention whore, so I wasn’t sure what answer to expect.

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