Page 26 of Who's Your Daddy

My chest jerked as I held back a laugh, but it was enough to get a shiver from Terrence as he pressed his face against me. “Naughty Daddy.”

He’d sounded a lot littler as he’d faded off before, but it seemed like big Terrence was in charge at the moment.

“No, you’re just cute. It’s your fault.” That made him giggle as he wiggled his way over me so he was stretched out down my body. “What are you doing, cutie?”

He was wearing an ear-to-ear grin as he pushed up and straddled me, seemingly wide awake from his catnap. “Hi.”

“Hi.” His good mood made me confident that I hadn’t pushed any boundaries, so I brought my hands up and started rubbing his thighs. “Feeling better?”

Nodding, he made an approving sound as he wiggled his ass over my erection. “Lots. Do you want to come too?”

“I think I’m going to wait until after we have dinner if that’s okay with you.” Terrence wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever dated, so I waited to see if he’d give me pushback or complain.

“Okay.” Neither. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Are you apick my clothesDaddy?”

“Yes.” He seemed more curious than worried, so I didn’t censor my response. “Unless that’s something we need to make limits or have a conversation about.”

“No.” He shrugged, back to not looking fully grown-up. “Unless you make me wear something itchy or squishy.”

Since that seemed to be referring to the easy access discussion we’d had earlier, I took the comments seriously. “I will do my best to take that into consideration, but you’ll need to tell me if I get it wrong without meaning to.”

His head cocked. “Sometimes you’ll mean to?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie about that. “Occasionally we might end up at an event or location where fancy pants are a must and most of those have buttons. We’ll do our best to plan those out carefully and see if we can find you the best options, though.”

Thinking back, I’d only seen him in more casual clothes, so I wasn’t sure he owned anything fancy.

“Ugh.” His expression looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Okay. I understand.”

“Thank you.” Reaching up, I ran my hand over his head. “I will also do my best to reward you for submitting to torture, though.”

Yep, he was the bribe me type of little and perked up right away.

“I like rewards.” Leaning down closer, he studied my face. “What kinds?”

“That’s another conversation we need to have. I want to make sure we have a list of the best rewards possible, but right off the bat, that might mean you get to pick how you get to come later or you could get a special dessert. Maybe a new toy?”

Terrence inched closer and leaned so far down he nearly tipped over. “Grown-up or little?”

Kissing his nose, I shrugged as he tried not to giggle. “Either one. Both if you need a really,reallybig reward.”

His snickers escaped. “Okay, really,reallybig rewards for bad clothes.”

Considering his wardrobe, I didn’t think I’d been had, but he was enjoying the negotiations. “Deal.”

“Yay.” Terrence collapsed on me, giggling and very pleased with how it’d turned out. “I like both kinds of rewards. Doms just only give one or the other. Not both.”

Hmm.

“So regular Doms give grown-up presents and Daddies usually give little presents?” My question got a nod from Terrence. “But you’re both, so we need to remember both. Got it. At the very least we’ll alternate.”

Terrence aimed adorably innocent eyes in my direction that weren’t believable at all. “Both would make me very happy and it’s what good Daddies do.”

My immediate scoff got a dramatic sigh from him and he went boneless as he pouted. “That didn’t work.”

“Nope, but you’re cute when you try.” Kissing his cheek, I decided it was time to switch gears. “How about we make you cute with clothes next and then we’ll get dinner?”

And his smile was back. “Noodles.”

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