Page 15 of Self Expression

“No?” I was surprised by that. “Why not?”

He scrunched up his eyebrows indignantly and huffed. “It’s mine. Only mine. No one else gets to know that part of you.”

“Fair enough.” I brushed a kiss over his head. “I can live with that.”

“Are you sure, Daddy?” He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “For real?”

“Very sure, sweetheart.” I held him tighter and let the afternoon happen around us. In just the blink of an eye, I couldn’t remember a time when this didn’t feel like everything I’d ever wanted.

* * *

There was a breeze in the air on our walk home from the park. He made me hold the lilies and grinned every time a passing stranger caught us in their peripheral vision.

“So, ‘member how I said I don’t want you to go home?” Lincoln asked casually as we hit his block. He phrased it like a joke, but he gave me this sidelong glance.

“Yeah, I seem to recall something about that from, like…three hours ago.” I tickled his side and kissed his temple.

“Well, how ‘bout we do that? I need my Daddy all the time.” He pretended to trip off the curb, so I would catch him. And as soon as he was in my arms, I could see he was being genuine. “See, like that. If you weren’t here, I would have fallen on my face.”

My heart stuttered as I considered how I could give him everything he ever wanted. “What if I promise to come back tomorrow?” Before he could protest, I held up a finger to quiet him. “But you’ve gotta do your chores first.”

“Chores?” He perked up at the idea. “I have chores?”

I chuckled. “Well, I have chores at my house, so I’m sure we can come up with a few for you too. And if you’re all done by lunch time, I’ll bring you lunch and a liquid dessert.” I waggled my eyes dramatically.

Lincoln smiled. “Lunch and a treat. I can live with that.”

“Good.” I pinched his ass and we started walking again. “Because I’ve only got one thing to motivate you with.”

“Not true!” His jaw dropped. “You have a million things to motivate me with. Your mouth. Your cock. Your fingers. Your milk. Your cuddles.” He looked up at me. “Shall I go on?”

“You can…” I winked and then shook my head. “Okay, I get it. But if you get all your laundry done and vacuum, maybe I’ll pick you up for a sleepover at my house.”

“A sleepover at Daddy’s?” He said it to himself as if testing out the words. “Yeah, I’ll be ready super early.”

* * *

Saying goodbye was tough but I waited until Lincoln was asleep before slipping out of his apartment so he barely noticed we were apart.

And he was right when he said he’d be done early.

The first photo came just after ten. It was a laundry basket with clothes folded in neat piles. “Chores are fun.”

The second photo was of the vacuum with his bare cock peeking out in the corner. Apparently someone liked to clean in the nude.

I responded back with an eggplant emoji.Be careful not to vacuum up any of my favorite toys.

The third text was a screenshot of an online grocery order confirmation.SEE, DADDY! I’M RESPONSIBLE AF.

Instead of texting back, I called him and he picked up on the first ring.

“Are you proud of me, Daddy?”

“Extremely.” I grabbed my keys and started heading toward the door. “You’re such a good boy.”

“I am?” he whispered. “What’s my prize?”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, baby.”

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