Page 26 of Their Perfect Daddy

Danny licks his lips. I repeat the motion as my own arousal rises. I can feel my cock hardening in my tailored slacks.

How did we even get here?

Danny begins to tug off his suit jacket. The sound of fabric peeling away from the sticky champagne-scented mess is loud in the quiet of the room.

Skye squeezes my wrist and looks over at me. “Why don't you go lock the bedroom door?”

I nod, then jog out of the room to do as he says. I peek out in the hallway to see if anyone's around and when I notice no one, I breathe a sigh of relief and engage both locks. By the time I jog back into the bathroom, Skye is working on the buttons of Danny's dress shirt.

Skye looks over his shoulder at me. “Why don't you come help me with his pants, Monty?" he asks.

My brow furrows. He calls Danny "sweetheart," but he's calling me by my name. I'm not sure how I feel about it.

As if he can sense my frustration, he amends his words instantly. "Brat?" he questions. I smirk at the title. I've been called that more than once in my life.

Despite its negative connotation, I find it an interesting pastime to rile people up. There's nothing quite like getting someone into a heated stance on a topic and then letting them know you were only playing around.

Sure, from time to time it blows up in my face, but overall, people know me and know my intentions are good. I'm only ever teasing.

I shuffle over to them and look at Danny to see if he gives consent for what's about to happen.

"Do it, Brat," he says in an airy voice.

My cock, which was already on its way to full mast, springs to life completely. I'm nothing but walking hormones at this point.

I reach out and snag his belt open, whipping it off quicker than Skye can finish unbuttoning his shirt. Then I'm working on his pants and shuffling them downward.

When I'm kneeling on the floor to reach for his shoes, I feel a hand move through my hair. I look up to see Skye there, his expression amused.

"No need to rush, Brat. We have all the time we need. Let's treat our boy properly. Or should I say, our princess."

I watch as his eyes move over to Danny's crotch. It's then I notice he's in another fancy pair of lingerie. My mouth drops open at the sight of this one.

Unlike the last pair, this one is clearly designed for someone to see. The sheer fabric and lacy design are mesmerizing. There are crisscross satin straps, and the garter positioned over it connects to a pair of long stockings that come up over his knee.

I feel Danny's body trembling beneath my hand where I'm holding onto his feet. When I look up his way, I see his eyes watering. Skye must notice too because his hands leave the shirt to cup Danny's face.

"What's wrong, Princess?" he asks.

Danny bites his lip, shaking his head as if he doesn't want to say it. Of course he doesn't need to. I know exactly what's wrong.

It'sme.

He's worried that I'm judging him again. He’s worried that I'll run.

I do the only thing I know will help.

Closing my eyes, I lean my face forward and press it against his hip. I make sure not to touch any more skin than I need to as I take a deep breath in, scenting him and bits of the champagne. There's also a hint of cologne he must have put on earlier.

I hear him gasp as Skye chuckles. “Looks as if our brat enjoys your outfit. Were you worried that he didn't?”

Danny whimpers.

Skye hums, then I feel his hand on the back of my head pressing me forward. "Show him how much you appreciate what he's wearing, Brat. I think he's confused about how you feel.”

Before I can overthink it, I do as Skye says, nuzzling Danny's cock and moaning when I feel it harden.

I'm gasping, taking hits of his scent as if I'm a dying man, and he's the oxygen I need to survive. Skye presses my head further and then I feel more fingers tangle in my hair. Without looking, I know it's Danny.

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