Page 147 of Daddy's Naughty List

“But I wasn’t.” I didn’t think he needed the reminder but I decided it was a good idea anyway. “You saw my fingers tapping, so you knew I was still happy with the scene and with what you were saying.”

Safewords could work all kinds of different ways, and in our case, he’d wanted a visual clue that he wasn’t pushing the limits. Logically, he knew I had a thick skin when it came to teasing, but my boy didn’t, so we’d worked out a few ways he would know I was happy with his performance.

“I remembered to watch for them.” Stirling let out a breath that sounded exhausted. “I forgot to wait to sit up until I’d orgasmed but I was kind of overwhelmed. You said that was okay, though.”

We’d prepped for several different ways the scene could have ended, and I wasn’t surprised he’d reached the point where it was too much feelings. He could’ve taken the spanking all night, but the combination had made it harder.

“I think that was the perfect ending. You did wonderful.” And everyone thought he’d been sexy and adorable. “Conner was very proud of you too. I saw his wicked grin. He was thinking naughty thoughts about you.”

And adjusting himself when Ben couldn’t see him.

I had a feeling he was supposed to keep his hands off his erection and he hadn’t been following that rule very well.

But he’d probably been looking to get caught since he hadn’t been subtle.

My cutie snickered. “He said I looked sexy in my costume.”

“You are the sexiest elf this Santa has ever seen.” My very honest assessment had him giggling again. “Santa’s been thinking about doing wicked things to you all night.”

His ass.

His erection.

His smirking lips.

Oh yes, he’d given me some wicked ideas.

“But you just had to watch me as I smiled at the other Doms.” Shaking with barely suppressed laughter as I sighed, he shrugged and tried to sound normal. “That’s what happens when you have a brat, though.”

“Oh well. I guess I can’t punish you for it.” Because that’d been part of the plan too. “But I can pat your bottom and tell you how sexy you were while you wiggled.”

Just because he hadn’t orgasmed out there didn’t mean he wasn’t going to get to come.

“No punishments.” Stirling sounded almost giddy about that. “I was a good boy.”

“That’s right. You were a good actor and you remembered it was just a scene for fun.” My cutie had a bit of a rocky past and his need to be good and to not rock the boat was almost compulsive.

His therapist agreed he was doing much better and had given us the go-ahead to do the scene, but I’d been prepared for nearly any outcome.

This had been the best possibility, so I was floating on cloud nine.

“I did.” Sounding so proud of himself, he wiggled his bottom in his tell that it needed more attention. So I gave it a pat, earning a happy sigh from the needy boy. “I even told myself that over and over when I got nervous, but I was never nervous enough to use my safeword.”

My slightly dramatic sigh got a giggle from him. “But I always knew I could because they’re very important and I would never not use it.”

Well, we were finally at the point where he’d never not use it, but in the past, I’d questioned that… which had been why he’d started therapy to begin with. That’d been our deal. If he wanted scenes, he had to do therapy.

I’d been content with mostly vanilla dating because I was more of a caretaker Dom at heart, but he hadn’t and he’d been frustrated with the limits I’d placed on us. He’d understood them and had begrudgingly said he agreed, but frustration was the mother of mental health journeys and it’d started him on his.

“I’m glad I have such a smart boy.” A smart boy who was still running from a few things I knew he wanted, but we were getting closer and closer. “And a sexy one. You looked so good over my lap.”

“You like it when my bottom is pink.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he wiggled again. “And I got lots of very nice compliments.”

His wonderfully innocent way of describing the dirty praise made me want to laugh.

“You did.” Shifting the sheet covering him and easing the back of the costume down, I teased along the thin strip of fabric that went down the middle of his cheeks. “And they loved this little surprise.”

Letting out a naughty laugh as I plucked the fabric to lightly snap it back against his hole, he nodded against me. “It’s sexier than being naked somehow.”

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