“Stand up.” He hurries to comply, and I pull them down around his ankles. “Now go.” I turn him toward the bathroom and swat his tight ass. I bet it would feel so good around my—nope.
He shuffles awkwardly to the bathroom before he just steps out of his pants and boxers.
I want to scold him for leaving his stuff lying around and for waving his cute little dick everywhere, even after I reminded him that I’m straight.
If only my dick would remember that. It seems Izzy has him all mixed up.
Chapter 15
Izzy
Man, my dick is sore.
I was so hard after feeding from Joe.
Not Joe, Daddy.
God, my dick is getting hard again just thinking about it.
His milk was warm and tasted amazing. It felt like I was floating on a cloud because dreams really do come true.
My unicorn is real.
I laugh, and Daddy looks at me. I smile at him sweetly, and he smiles back, but I can tell he’s not sure why I’m smiling.
No reason, Daddy. I’m not thinking about how your body tastes and the feel of your hard dick underneath me.
The problem I have now is that as much as I tried to get off, I couldn’t because my stupid right hand doesn’t work. So now I’m sore and hard and unsatisfied. Next time he lets me feed, I’m going to rub against him until I come. I was so close last time.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” In more ways than one.
“You want some more ibuprofen?”
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, let me get you a snack too.”
“Can I have cheese and crackers?”
“And grapes.”
“Sure.”
He pokes his head in the fridge. “Do you want some sausage?”
“Sure. I love sausage.” I hope my innuendo is clear enough for him.
“Izzy,” he warns but smiles and then rubs the sausage in an obscene fashion.
“Hey, no fair.” I wiggle. “Now my dick is getting ideas, and he already has enough ideas.” If Daddy only knew.
“I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. I shouldn’t tease.”
Daddy gets my snack ready as I read on my phone until it dies.
Stupid power. Why won’t you come back on? It’s boring with no TV or phones, so I go to the kitchen and sit at the island to watch Daddy.