Page 35 of Daddy's Little Chaos Gremlin

Fuck, I was hard.

There were still five more interviews and a conference call to get through, but cutting things short meant I had a good forty-five minutes before the next interview was set to kick off. Zephyr had relaxed and even gone back to reading his book, oblivious to what was about to happen. I mashed the button the remote as I spun out of my chair, anticipation making my fingers clumsy as I fumbled with my belt. The book fluttered in his hand, his finger barely keeping the page marked as he struggled to hold on to it. I plucked it from his grasp and slid a sticky note between the pages, dropped it on my desk and shed my pants.

Though the blanket concealed my boy’s body from my view, I could see him writhing, please on his face as he squirmed. The bullet was going back in, just as soon as I’d finished with him. Hell, he’d probably be stuffed with my cum before the end of the day. When he raised his hips and whined I shoved the blanket back, tugged the string to pull it from him and watched his body fight to keep it in and retain the pleasure.

I’d give him enough to send his eyes rolling back in his head, if he’d relax, for just a moment. Pinning his hip in place helped, he couldn’t buck and when those trusting azure eyes sought mine, and he saw my state of undress, he let his body go lax and the vibrator just slipped right out of him. Gods, the look on his face when I popped the head of my cock inside of him was almost my undoing. His lips formed a perfect ‘o’ as his eyes widened more with each fraction of an inch that disappeared into his body.

“Daddy!” he cried, letting me hear his voice unrestrained for the first time since he’d come into my life.

It was like a song, the way he wailed for me. I’d had the bench specifically built to be the perfect height. One tug brought him to the edge and impaled him completely. There it was, the sight I’d been longing to witness. His eyes rolled back, his body shuddered, then my boy rolled his hips and ripped the control right out of my hands with the way he started riding my dick. All I could do was clutch his hips and let him pleasure us both as he undulated against the blankets, moans spilling from his lips as he sent us spiraling through the galaxy.

17

ZEPHYR

Mornings were the best times here. Just lying in bed, cuddled up to Daddy, my lips wrapped around his nipple with my head touching Tristan’s as he nursed on the other side. Today was a big, big day, and Daddy had been very firm this morning when he’d told me that I had to keep my shorts on once people started arriving, which would be just after three. I loved the way he laid out the schedule for the day while we lay warm and snuggled up with him. His voice had a lilting rumble to it that always sounded like music to me. It was super easy to listen to and he never made things confusing. Everything was always black and white and free of bewildering details.

Today we had Tristan’s big unveiling, and Daddy had forbidden us to do anything but play until it was time to get ready for the big event. He’d handle greeting our guests and keeping them entertained until then, and I’d get to meet Tristan’s best friend, Hamish.

“Try not to wear yourselves out playing, you don’t want to be tired and cranky when we’ve got a house full of guests,” he murmured as he stroked our hair.

“We can build our racetracks,” Tristan said. “Racing cars won’t make us too tired.”

“Can we putCarson while we play them?” I asked, lacing my fingers with his where they rested on Daddy’s abs.

I licked the last traces of milk from around Daddy’s nipple, which was sadly empty now. His milk was always so yummy. Starting the day out with it meant that I never had to eat much at breakfast, usually just a fruit parfait or one of the nummy smoothies Theo and Daddy made for me. Last night he’d given me one with peanut butter and bananas in it after he’d seen how much I enjoyed the toasted peanut butter and banana sandwiches Theo had made for lunch. He’d even cut my crusts off, too, after he’d noticed me carefully peeling them off the turkey sandwiches he’d made the day before.

Something about the texture of crust just felt weird in my mouth. Rough and a little hard when it should have been soft and squishy. I loved just about everything soft and squishy, even the mushy peas we’d had in Blackpool. They’d been as much of a treat as the soft roasted carrots that had been glazed with butter and brown sugar. I’d never had sweet carrots before, just ones from the can and carrot sticks that always tasted like bitter water and felt like they took forever to chew.

“We can have aCarsmarathon,” Tristan said, giving my hand a little squeeze. “Are you nervous?”

“A little, but I’m always nervous before a performance.”

“I’m always nervous before an unveiling, too,” he admitted. “But I think it’s supposed to be that way.”

“As long as they are good nerves,” Daddy said. “And not the kind that leave you sobbing and afraid to come out and show us what you’ve made.”

“These are good nerves,” Tristan said, and now I squeezed his hand, because I knew how hard he’d worked on the three tabletop pieces he’d be unveiling tonight. “I love these pieces and Zephyr and I have practiced the poses. I know that I can finish the demos in between courses and have him securely tied in his new pose before Theo brings the next one out.”

“Just don’t forget what he said, about sending a message to him in the kitchen if you need more time,” Daddy cautioned.

“I won’t.”

“Then I think we’re ready to start our morning, unless either of you has anything to add,” Daddy said, not that he moved his arms. He still held us gently, his fingertips caressing our sides as we lay cozied in soft sheets and the huge, fluffy comforter.

I loved that Daddy and Tristan liked soft things, too, and believed in comfort over appearances.

“I don’t have anything else, Daddy,” Tristan said.

“Me, either.”

“Then I guess we’d better get in the shower before we decide to stay here until the doorbell rings.”

“That could work, too,” Tristan muttered.

“Don’t temp me more than I already am,” Daddy grumbled, his arm tightening around me.

Sighing, I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder and kissed his neck. “But it’s nice here,” I whined.

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