Page 29 of Destroyer

"Do you want me to write butterflies for you?" Hamish offers.

"That sounds like a long wiggle word," I complain. “Not do I like big wiggle words.”

"It is. You don't have to copy."

"Thank you, Mishy." I turn my unfinished page to him and scrunch my nose up and he writes the longest wiggliest word in the world.

"Not can I write that." I straighten my legs, accidentally knocking into Piotr’s. “Sorry.”

“That is OK, pet.” Piotr ruffles my hair from above. I have to pause to check he was speaking English before I answer, but his hand moves, and he returns to his conversation before I respond.

"Can you write it in Romanian? Is that what you said your first language is?" Hamish provides the distraction I need.

"Uh, no. I speak Romanian. I grew up there before I found Daddy. But I do not write it."

"That's OK. Can you say butterflies in Romanian?"

I nod and indulge them.

"So sexy. Like listening to our Daddies."

"Not do you speak it? Uh… he speaks other words. Not English."

"No. We just pretend they are complementing our arses." Raymond giggles.

I smile and return to my colouring/eavesdropping.

Rubbing my cock on the floor under the Russian monster's feet, while idly making a mess of my butterflies. The only thing that could make this evening better is if I had something to suck.

"Daddy!" I jump up with a shriek as soon as I remember. "I lost my paci-dumdum."

"Relax Baby. It's here," Caeo reassures me, offering out the small sucky thing. "I picked it up when you dropped it."

"Thank you, Daddy." I pop it in my mouth before mentally registering that he grabbed it from the floor. Oh well, it's in now.

I go back to lying under Piotr's knees, but colouring while listening is distracting, so I rest my head on my arms and pretend to be asleep.

Piotr spills his plans, and I don't react at all.

I do gyrate my hips once but that doesn't count.

Hey, Nicki, baby. Wake up." Caeo's fingers brush across my face.

I flutter my eyelids open to spy Hamish and Raymond packing away their colouring books.

"I did peepee, Daddy."

"That's OK, we can get you changed up on the way out." Caeo helps me to my feet and turns to Piotr and the other Russians.

"Thank you for letting him play with your Littles." He gives me a nudge.

"Thank you. Thank you Mishy, thank you Mondy." I just about get my words out before yawning sleepily. “I did have good first time.’

"Good boy. Grab your things quickly now."

"Change me, Daddy." Before I forget all the delicious information I overheard.

Caeo rushes to pick up my things and nods goodbye to the others. Then he takes my hand and leads me out.

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