Page 51 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“How many days of orgasm-abstinence are we discussing?” Bravo asks.

Beside him, Yummy freezes with her knife and fork in the air.

“Two for Emily but I believe that it’s five for Cappa. Do I have that right?” Daddy asks.

Cappa hangs his head. “Yes, sir.”

The Doms chuckle. They’re an evil, evil bunch.

“Three is an excellent compromise,” Bravo says.

“Compromise?” Yummy squeaks, the horns of her green dragon onesie shaking above her head. “Compromise? There hasn’t been any compromise. I demand a negotiation.”

“Yeah!” Sammi pipes up. “We have rights. Pooyah!”

Jack lifts his dark eyebrows at his boy. “No, little boy, you don’t. Daddy owns your orgasms.”

Sammi gulps. “Oh. I forgot.”

“Too bad for you. So that’s six days.”

“Six? Wait! That’s not a compromise!” Sammi protests.

“It’s a compromise from twelve,” Jack points out.

“Every day feels like a month when there are no orgasms!”

Everyone laughs at Sammi’s consternation.

“Four,” Sammi demands, his lower lip jutting.

“Six,” Jack responds. “This is not a negotiation, little boy.”

“Five?” Sammi asks, his lip trembling.

“Is six days of pleasing Daddy so terrible?” Jack counters.

“No?” Sammi responds but it’s definitely a question.

Jack chuckles. “Five, little boy.”

“We hates orgasm-denial, precious,” Sammi mutters.

“It could be five in a cock cage,” Jack says.

“No!” Sammi squeaks. “It’s fine. Good, good even. Five days is good. All good.”

Jack grins at his submissive. His grin is almost as wolfy as Daddy’s.

“Feeling lucky, baby doll?” Daddy asks me.

“Yes,” I whisper, not wanting to either antagonize Daddy into adding more days to my sentence or attract the jealousy of my fellow littles.

“I feel like five days is a good length of time,” Daddy says.

I swallow. I’ll die if I have to go through five days of Daddy’s wolfy fucking with no Os. Seriously.

“I feel like five days is setting me up for failure,” I say, looking up through my lashes at Daddy so he understands I’m being earnest. And pleading a little.

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