Page 153 of Daddy's Naughty List

And I had a sub who was so tired his brains had turned to mush.

“Thank you.” All I could do was kiss his cheek as I stepped out of my clothes. He wasn’t tracking anything else but my body and what he was imagining doing to me. “You’re such a good boy.”

Kissing his forehead, I managed not to laugh when he pouted again. “That was your too-tired kiss. I’m not too tired.”

Bullshit.

“You just looked very cute and cuddly. It’s almost the same kiss.” I shrugged as his brows pulled together and he did his best to think about that.

It seemed to be difficult to figure out his opinion on it because he was still frowning as I walked him into the shower and put him under the spray. “I don’t know.”

Because he was so tired his ability to think had disappeared.

“Why are you worried about being tired?” Giving him another mental path to wander down slowed his brain even more.

As he tried to find the answer to the question while the pounding spray relaxed him even more, I reached for the shampoo and lathered up his hair. “I think… you’re…”

Letting out a long breath, Stirling’s eyes closed. “That’s so distracting.”

I didn’t laugh but holding back my smile was impossible. “I like distracting you because you make the best sounds.”

Quiet moans.

Low whimpers.

“But I have to answer your question or you’ll put me to bed.” He wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t point that out as he worked through his sweet drama. “It’s my turn. Your turn. It’s my turn to your turn you.”

Huh?

Oh.

“Is it that important to you that I get to come?” Yes, I was still half-hard and getting harder with every sexy sound he made, but mentally I’d gotten everything I wanted.

Stirling’s lower lip pushed out and he nodded, still with his eyes closed as I massaged his head. “Yes.”

“Then after I get you cleaned up, which is something I really like doing, I’m going to have you cuddle between my legs and soft-suck on my dick.” It was basically nursing on my dick, but we didn’t call it that. “I’m ready to relax and that will help me fall right to sleep.”

Making a happy hum, Stirling opened one eye. “I like helping you relax.”

There was no way he’d stay awake long enough for me to come, but he probably wouldn’t remember that later.

“Because you’re my good sub.” Barely brushing my lips against his, I shifted his head under the spray so I could rinse out the shampoo. “And you take good care of me.”

He nodded but that seemed to be more out of habit than actually processing what I’d said. “I do a good job helping you. I’m a good helper.”

Something had his brain grinding to a halt because I could almost see that whirling circle from the computer on his face. “I’m a helper.”

Agreeing with him seemed to be the only logical thing to do, so I nodded and went to work on cleaning his body while his mind processed something important.

Well, important at the moment.

He could’ve been thinking about a new cookie recipe for all I knew, but it was serious to him, so I just let him work through it.

Stirling wasn’t in any rush, though.

He didn’t tune back into reality until I was turning him under the spray to rinse off the bodywash. “I did a good job being a helper elf today. There are lots of helpers.”

Yep, he’d figured out something interesting.

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