Page 154 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Yes, you were a wonderful helper.” Before I could decide what else to say, he picked up the bodywash and found another way to help by cleaning me. “And there are lots of ways to help.”

It didn’t feel like enough, so as he slowly trailed his hands over my chest like he was attempting to wash me, I tried to fill in the rest of the sentence. “You helped the subs today by making them happy and confident, and you gave them their presents and treats.”

He’d done a good job with that… and at the moment, he was doing a good job of making me hard as a rock.

“You help me in a lot of different ways, practical and sexy.” He was very good at both as long as it didn’t pertain to processing his surroundings.

Then he was just as likely to nearly get himself killed as he was to help.

“You are a wonderful helper.” Going into any more detail seemed like it would distract or confuse him, so I kissed his cheek as a low moan escaped me. “And now you’re helping in a sexy way.”

He blinked at me, completely confused before he looked down to see his fingers playing with my erection. “Oh, yes. I’m very helpful.”

Next time we went to the club, he was going to take a fucking nap even if I had to tie him up to do it. I didn’t care that he was convinced only Littles took naps. He was exhausted.

“You are.” Kissing his cheek, I pushed back my frustration because it wouldn’t help in our current situation. “Alright, help me get rinsed off.”

I was mostly clean and did a bit of frantic scrubbing as he turned around and shifted to put me under the water. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Helping me rinse was just as arousing as the washing had been, and for him it was just as distracting. But we managed to do it without him completely forgetting where he was and why we were there.

“All set.” Turning off the water, I opened the glass door and reached for his towel first. “Let’s get you dry and then we’ll work on me.”

An absent nod said he’d gotten at least part of that, but before I was halfway finished drying him, he walked off and went over to the toilet.

Rolling my eyes as he pissed while dripping water on the floor, I just took a breath and switched to drying myself.

Being a brat had definitely been exhausting but I had a feeling the spanking hadn’t helped either. He’d loved the scene, but emotionally everything had worn him out. Too many lows would definitely have exhausted him but too many highs were just as tiring.

He didn’t want to hear that, though, even if he didn’t seem to remember when he’d walked over to the toilet. “I… I think…”

He wasn’t thinking.

“You’re right. It’s time to go relax.” He’d dripped most of the excess water onto the floor, so I tossed my towel over it as I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. “Thank you for helping me.”

Oh, that was a good distraction.

He stopped frowning and smiled, completely forgetting about why he’d been frustrated. “Thank you.”

No.

He frowned again.

“You’re welcome.” As he stopped and his head cocked, I swept him up in my arms again and carried him over to the bed. “Yes. That’s. I’m a good helper.”

“You are.” Setting him on the mattress, I knew he needed another distraction or he’d find something else to worry about. “Will you help me get the pillows ready for bed?”

Perfection.

As he nodded and started overthinking how we needed to rest our heads, I turned off the lights and tracked down our phones, which had never made it out of our pants. By the time I had everything plugged in, he was satisfied with the arrangement and was looking at the pillows like they were long-lost lovers.

Yep, I gave him five minutes or less, even with stubbornly clinging to the idea that he was going to make me come.

He lasted long enough for me to pull back the covers and climb in bed, and he even stayed conscious while he snuggled between my legs and used my thigh as a pillow. But that was where his ability to keep his eyes open started to rapidly diminish.

Long blinks.

Cock in his mouth.

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