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Maybe he didn’t know?

“Daddies don’t do that. They see you once or twice a week. If you do it more, they ask you if you’ve got a doctor person youtalk to.” I didn’t understand why they asked that but they did. “They even asked Leander that, so it’s not me. It’s a rule.”

He’d thought it was rude too.

Daddy rolled his eyes. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. That’s dumber than stencils.”

Wow.

He thought that was dumb then.

“Really?” Daddy really,reallydidn’t like stencils. “They were sure about that.”

“I’m very serious.” Daddy kissed my nose. “Sometimes we’ll have breakfast together or sometimes dinner. We might figure out a way to take a late lunch so you can have your special nap time.”

Oh, that was a good plan.

“But you need time to recharge. Like a battery. The Doms said so.” Being in charge of people seemed hard for them. “When are you going to fill your battery?”

Daddy’s head cocked. “I spend all day with my cousins. Just being with you is going to be much more relaxing. They’re exhausting. We’re going to eat, talk, and orgasm. That’s not difficult.”

“I thought I was just smarter than them.” Maybe those Daddies were broken? Or lazy? “You might just be smarter than them too.”

I should’ve tried harder to find a smarter Daddy.

“We’re definitely smarter than them.” Daddy got a naughty look on his face. “And at the very least, if I need to help you be a good boy, I’m sure I can find things to bribe you with.”

“I like rewards, Daddy.” And presents. And orgasms. And attention. “I’ll be very good for you.”

Yep, smart Daddies were much better than dumb ones.

Chapter 12

Enzo

“You’re here.” I woke up to wide eyes and a confused expression peering down at me. “Hi.”

It was a bit too close to how he’d talked to my dick when we’d been playing the night before, so it took my brain a second to switch gears. “Yes. I’m here. Do you remember why I’m here?”

He wasn’t screaming at me, so I was hoping that meant he was pleased to see me.

“Yes.” His answer didn’t clarify anything. “Be right back.”

Nearly springing off the bed, Terrence ran to the bathroom and it soon became apparent what had woken him up.

His bladder.

As I stretched in the bed and closed my eyes again, I faintly heard him moving around and eventually realized he was washing his hands. I must’ve dozed off because one second there was water going in the background and the next he was straddling me and looking down at me with a confused expression on his face.

“Good morning.” There seemed to be some kind of miscommunication, so I decided to tackle it head-on since guessing would never fix the situation. “Why wouldn’t I be here?You picked out my pajamas and even my underwear. My clothes are in your dryer.”

He blinked.

Well, that was something.

“You said I could wash my clothes and you’re going to make me muffins. The good ones. You promised.” I shrugged. “You did.”

“You’re trying to be silly.” His head shifted in the other direction. “That’s probably a good thing too.”

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