Page 61 of Santa’s Little Faker
“I’ll help.” It was like holding an octopus, though. “Stop wiggling. If you fall and get a booboo you’ll have to wait for your present.”
That threat was serious enough to make him go still and give me wide eyes. “I’m your good boy, Daddy.”
Did he think saying that would make it true?
“Well, let’s remember that good boys stay safe.” With our luck, he’d end up with a concussion or worse and we’d have to tell his family what we’d been doing. “That means no falling off the couch.”
And it meant we’d shift scenes like this to the bed if he was going to end up little and squirming.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” That wasn’t agreeing to anything I’d said, but I decided not to point that out as he kissed my cheek. “Your very good boy.”
Manipulative little brat.
But since I was starting to think he really wasmyadorable brat, I was going to let him get away with it for a bit longer.
At least until I got more cheek kisses and cuddles.
Chapter 17
Orlando
“I’m not tired.” Brains got tired and mouths got tired, but I wasn’t tired. “I’m sticky, Daddy.”
Yes. I was sticky, not tired.
“I…” Hmm. “Do I need clothes, Daddy?”
I wasn’t stuck anymore but I wasn’t sure if Daddies liked naked.
“Terrence didn’t say anything about naked boys.” He talked about everything else, so he was still helpful. “My toes are cold.”
Daddy chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Is anything else cold?”
He was silly.
But he was right.
“My penis is sticky and cold.” It was all done playing. “I need my surprise, Daddy.”
I had more rewards.
“You need clothes because you’re cold, not because there is anything wrong with being my naked boy.” Daddy took my hand. “Bathtub for cleanup and then we’ll start on your surprises.”
More?
“I like surprises, Daddy.”
I did.
Terrence did too.
All littles did probably.
“Do you need a drink now?” Daddy was asking about aftercare. I’d read about aftercare. “How are you feeling?”
“Not thirsty.” Hmm. “Why do Daddies in books make their boys drink water?”
That was kind of sad.
