Page 47 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Shut up,” I hissed. “You don’t need to tell the whole neighborhood.”
He leveled me with a playful glare. “Maybe I do.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I couldn’t help but crack up. “But seriously,man, that’s amazing to hear. It’s been one hell of a drought, right? Like a year?”
“Over a year, actually.”
His shit-eating grin had me blushing again. “Way to get back on the horse, man!” Then his eyes narrowed at me. “You’ve got to give me details.”
I stabbed a fry into the ketchup and shoved it into my mouth. “Uh-uh.”
“Aww, come on, dude!” he whined. “I told you all about the Behemoth.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Actually, you didn’t. How did that go?”
His eyes started sparkling, and I knew I’d hit the redirect jackpot. “Oh, dude, it was fuckingepic. That guy I told you about who’s been to my streams before? He was telling me all these things to do with it. He was basically ordering me around the whole time, and everyone else was eating it up. I got more tips than I ever had. It was so hot, I came twice. And that massive dick up my ass made me come without even touching my cock.”
I snorted and choked on the iced tea I was sipping. Coughing, I pounded at my chest. “Tris, you can’t say that stuff while I’m drinking!”
He merely shrugged, the little shit. “Payback’s a bitch.” But then his face cleared. “Seriously, though, it took meforeverto prep for it. Beforehand and during the show. But totally worth it.”
I chuckled again as I grabbed some more fries. They were getting cold, so I chewed faster. “I’m happy for you, really.”
He grinned at me. “Thanks, I figured you would be. Hey, when are you gonna write a size queen into one of your books? I could give you some firsthand experience to help authenticate the character.” He sat up straight in his chair, adjusting an invisible tie.
I laughed harder then deadpanned, “Always glad to have you around, Tris.” Despite my tone, my words were sincere.
He chuckled with me as he slurped up the last of his drink. Then he pointed a bony finger right at me. “But don’t think you’re getting off the hook. Tell me all about last night. Was this Daddy why you were running off to the bathroom every five minutes?”
I glanced at the bare surface of the stainless steel refrigerator on my left so I could avoid his perceptive gaze. “It might’ve been.”
Tristan wiggled in his chair then leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. “I knew it! Do tell.”
He wasn’t going to let this go. I sighed visibly. “Okay, so he gave me this task.”
“A task . . .”
“Yeah.” I swallowed once—the fried potatoes were thickening in my throat. “He had me wear a plug all night. I had to go into the bathroom to”—deep breath—“fuck myself with it at regular intervals.”
“Holy fucking shit, Cammy! That’s ridiculously hot.”
“I know, right?”
He nodded emphatically.
“That’s why I went home early. I was so fucking turned on from all of it, but he’d told me not to come.”
He squealed, clapping his hands again. He really was adorable, despite the bratty displays I’d seen him put on when he was around Daddies, and the right Daddy would snatch him the fuck up very soon. I could feel it.
“So I text him when I got home, asked him if I could come since I’d done what he asked all night. He actually said no!”
“Why?”
“He said it was punishment for when I’d teased him earlier, but I suspect he just wanted a reason to deny me an orgasm.”
He rolled his wrist. “Of course, of course.”
I laughed. “But I begged, obviously, so . . .” I was having way too much fun dragging this out.
“What?!”
