Page 27 of Just A Little Love

“Yes, Daddy.” Overt eagerness had replaced his sleepiness, and I hoped he’d always want to share his reactions with me.

“Good, because I’m starving and want French toast. Does that sound alright?” Rory’s stomach growled at the mention of food.

“How did you know French toast is my most favorite, Daddy?” Rory patted his flat stomach. “Is there bacon? Bacon is my favorite, too.” Rory sat on his knees and bounced in excitement. Seeing him there reminded me I had been on my knees yesterday and would pay for it today.

“I went down earlier to scope out your fridge and saw some bacon in there. How about we get out of bed and get at it?” Rory jumped out of bed and headed out the door.

“Hold up, Bunny. You need to get dressed. We need to make the bed and tidy up. “ Rory turned to me with a pout so pronounced I’m surprised his bottom lip didn’t reach the floor. “Tidy means you have a comfy place to sleep at night. It also means rewards. Do you like rewards, Bunny?” Rory’s eyes looked owlish, as if potential rewards had only occurred to him.

“Rewards?”

“Yes. Good boys get rewards, and naughty boys get something else entirely.” Rory looked concerned, and I didn’t have the heart to tease him. “Help me pull the duvet off. We’ll put on clean sheets and wash these. Do you have some other ones to put on now, or wash these and put them back on?”

“I have other ones. Okay, Daddy? Gimme a sec.” Rory bounced into the attached bathroom and returned with a fitted sheet and some pillowcases in his hands. We made short order of the bed, and I walked around it, smoothing wrinkles.

“Okay, let’s get you sorted.” I picked up the bag. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Green, green, green,” Rory chanted.

Damn, he was cute. I loved how close to the surface Rory’s little existed when it was an option. Now that he had free rein to explore, this secret side of him burst through, and I was here for it.

“Daddy picked some clothes for you. If you aren’t comfortable or don’t like them, just say so.” I looked directly at him and silently demanded eye contact. Rory squirmed around, but he nodded yes. He mouthed the word ‘wow’ when I pulled out a stack. It was chilly, so I did not pick the short shorts I would have loved to see him in. Instead, I went with joggers and a long-sleeved onesie outfit. The rump of the joggers had a dragon curled around a pile of books. The onesie had a matched stack of books and the slogan ‘My Hoard’ on it. Rory positively beamed when he saw the outfit.

“Remember, I said no pressure because I meant absolutely no pressure.” Next, I pulled out a pair of training pants. The edges were ribbed and had knights with broomstick steeds on them. Rory and I both held our breath as he reached for the pants. I handed them over immediately, and Rory traced along the edges. His face was hard to read, but I could tell he was wrestling with a decision. After a moment or two, he straightened his shoulders, looked up at me, and asked, “Daddy, can you please help me get dressed?”

“Of course, baby. Do you need to go to the bathroom first?”

Rory blushed a pretty pink and emphatically shook his head no.

“Bunny, honesty is important to me. So I’m going to ask again. Do you need to use the restroom?”

Rory's little pink cheeks turned tomato red, but this time he nodded yes.

“Thank you for being honest. Do you need help?” Whatever color of red comes after tomato was the current shade of Rory’s face.

“Umm, I go by myself.”

“Ok, go on.” Rory raced to the bathroom and shut the door to do his business. After the toilet flushed, he yelled for help. When I got in there, Rory was standing in front of the sink with a cheeky grin.

“I need help washing my hands, Daddy. Please.”

“Sure, baby.” I stood behind Rory to put his hands under the water after I squirted some soap onto them. We washed them together under the tap before I turned off the water and dried his hands. Since we were already there, we brushed our teeth, too. Holding hands, I walked him back to the bedroom. His clothes lay waiting for us on top of the bed.

“What color, Bunny?”

“Still green, Daddy.” With his consent, I kneeled in front of him. I put my hand on the waist of his sleep pants and pulled them down. When they reached his ankles, I tapped his foot to lift one foot and then the other. Next, I pulled down his briefs. His cock wasn’t hard, but it looked like it was perking up. I forced myself to repeat the process and ignored the beautifully slender cock right in front of my face. My boy needed breakfast, not blowjobs. Underwear gone, I grabbed the training pants and had him step into them. I stood so I could put the onesie over his head, then snapped the crotch closed. I silently recited state capitals to take my mind off the fact that his delectable dick was mouth-level in all its tempting glory. When I pulled up the sweats, Rory made a show of kissing my cheek and yelling, “Ta-da!” I couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. I grabbed his hand again and hauled him out of the bedroom toward the staircase.

Rory bounced his way down the hall and the stairs. This lightness of his spirit was undoubtedly what I loved about being a Daddy to a little. Their joy bubbled over, and it was impossible not to smile with them. How can anyone not want to be theprotector of their happiness and protect them from the big, wicked world?

Rory moved into the kitchen and found the bags delivered from the kink shop last night. He’d pulled them out of the corner where I’d left them and had one between his spread legs on the floor. Bratty boys weren't my thing, and I don’t know who said it, but the phrasebegin as you intend to go onrang in my head.

“Rory! Did you have permission to get in the bags?” My voice was more stern than he’d heard from me.

“Daddy! I wanna look.” His pout and fisted hands on his hips were so damn adorable that I almost gave in. Unfortunately, I had to be the Daddy here, do the right thing, and not permit Rory to run roughshod.

“You didn’t ask permission, and those belong to Daddy. Maybe there is a surprise in there for you, but it’s for me to give and not for you to take.” If I didn’t set the expectations now, Rory could walk all over me with one sexy pout.

Rory pushed the bag away, chagrined, and got off the floor. He walked over, wrapped his arms around my torso, and said into my chest where he’d buried his face, “Sorry, Daddy.”

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