Page 28 of Screw Me Daddy

I giggle and get back to playing. Reece is the hottest man I’ve ever spoken to, and that’s no exaggeration. But he’s so down to earth and friendly too. I just can’t understand why anyone would want to be mean to him or go out of their way to make his life difficult.

The incident with that horrible paparazzi Tony Ripper wasn’t nice at all. But to be honest, I could tell that it was stressing Reece way more than it was stressing me. My Daddy has had to live with this kind of intrusion for so long, and while it was annoying and even a bit scary from my point of view, I know that it’s one aspect of Reece’s life that he truly finds difficult to handle.

So with this in mind, I think it might be time to get Reece involved in some play time with me. I’m not in Little Space yet but I think with a little help from my hunky Daddy, I might just get there sooner rather than later – and if it means getting his mind well and truly away from all thoughts of Tony Ripper and any other stinky paparazzo then that’s just perfect.

‘Daddy,’ I say. ‘Will you play with me?’

Reece looks up from his iPad and smiles his sexy smile. Damn, I think I might just have struck gold with Reece – not that I didn’t realize that already.

‘What did you have in mind, baby boy?’ Reece says as he gets up from his cozy chair and walks over toward me. ‘How about we play a game of car chases?’

‘Yay!’ I reply, eagerly toddling over toward the big box of old toy cars, trucks, airplanes, and trains. ‘Let’s do a super-race!’

‘Sounds like a plan,’ Reece replies. ‘But you’d better believe that I won’t let you win just because you’re the cutest boy in town.’

‘Haha! No fair!’ I reply, tipping the box onto the playmat and watching as the various vehicles scatter. ‘I call the dump truck!’

‘Hmm, I can see why,’ Reece chuckles, playfully patting my butt. ‘This is one hell of a butt. And I’m there for it.’

I feel myself blush but it’s not long before the pair of us are setting the cars up for a race. I know that Reece might have played soccer at the highest level and has lived the kind of international life that I haven’t come close to experiencing, but I can tell that he’s just as happy being at home with me. It’s a great feeling knowing that we’re making one another happy.

Sometimes, there’s an imbalance in relationships where one person is happier than the other, but I just don’t get that feeling between me and my Daddy. We both want the same thing, and it’s just wonderful.

‘Okay, are you ready?’ Reece says, his fingers perfectly poised over the top of his bright red sports car. ‘Three… two… one… race!’

‘Waaa! I wasn’t ready,’ I squeal, but before I know what’s happening, Reece is driving his little red car way ahead of me. I need to fight back with my truck, and there’s only one way. ‘Wings activate!’

Reece shakes his head in disbelief as I pick my truck up and whoosh and zoom it through the air and over the top of our makeshift racetrack. There’s no stopping me now. I’m going to win!

‘Winner, winner, Little dinner!’ I giggle, thrusting my truck across the finish line over on the opposite side of the living area. ‘Yay! Yay! Yay!’

I can see from the look on Reece’s face that’s he’s not very impressed. I guess being a professional sportsman means that your competitive streak never really goes away, even when you retire. Suddenly I’m thinking that my onesie might get popped open and pulled down for a spanking…

‘Over here, now, sassy boy,’ Reece says. Beckoning me with his finger. ‘And seeing as trucks can apparently fly, I don’t expect you to take any longer than three seconds.’

I giggle and toddle over toward him.

And just as I arrive, I can see from the big smile on his face that I’m probably not going to get a spanking this time.

‘Up onto my lap,’ Reece says, a warm smile on his face. ‘I think you need a snuggle with your Daddy. And to be honest, I want a snuggle with my sweet little baby too.’

‘Yes, please,’ I say, the offer of a snuggle edging me closer to Little Space. It’s almost like even the option of a cuddle in my Daddy’s lap is enough to do it – but I know that to truly seal the deal, I’ll need to feel Reece’s arms around me. ‘Are you sure I’m not too big?’

‘Oh no, you’re perfect,’ Reece replies. ‘You’re my big, strong Construction Boy. And that just means you’re the ideal size and shape to snuggle with. Now less talk, and more snuggle.’

I coo softly as I get cozy with Reece. And as he hands me my bottle of milk and helps guide it toward my mouth, I let my eyes close. I feel protected. I feel cared for. I feel…loved.

I know there might be a long way to go before we can say that this might be Forever, but the way things are going between us, I’mhopingthat this is the case more than anything else in the whole world.

With the milk going down and Reece gently stroking my hair, I feel myself begin to doze off. And I know exactly who I’ll be dreaming of too.

The only question is, what time will I wake up?

And when I do wake up, exactly what will my Daddy have in store for me then…

Chapter 12

Reece

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