Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Daddy looked like he wanted to be dramatic, but he stopped himself. “I had to work very hard at that, so I’m glad you understand how difficult it was.”
He was so sweet.
“You clean me because you care.” My mother said it might be his love language, but that I was supposed to watch out for it in the future so it didn’t turn into love OCD.
Daddy smiled. “You make that sound perfectly normal.”
I’d practiced so that was good.
Scrunching my face together, I cocked my head. “Why would it be? I like being special.”
Daddy glared then smiled then pouted. “I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me.”
Good.
“Are you actually being dramatic because he wasn’t upset that you cleaned him a little but not a lot?” Tate might’ve mangled what had actually happened, but I couldn’t think of a better way to describe it as he frowned at Daddy.
“No.” Daddy didn’t seem sure about that, though. “I just…”
“Worry.” He was supposed to because evidently that was a big part of what a Daddy did. “I like that I’m important to you.”
He needed another kiss, so I gave him a cute one and then pulled him close to snuggle me. “Once I get all clean will you put my cage on?”
He’d like that.
It was Daddy’s turn to kiss my cheek, so he got to look cute that time. “Yes. Do you want to feel owned and taken care of more?”
“Yes.” I liked belonging to them. “You’re really good at making me remember I belong to you.”
He’d even been really good about making that clear when he’d been fucking me. If I was lucky, I was going to have fingerprints on my bottom.
I had the best Doms.
“You do belong to us.” Daddy said the words but I got cheek kisses and big snuggles from both of them.
“Alright, my cum cutie.” Tate grinned when he made Daddy groan. “How clean do you want to get?”
Hmm.
“Keeping my cum isn’t practical, is it?” I sighed like Daddy when Tate shook his head. I wasn’t too achy but I knew from my research that I needed to be nice to my bottom and not be too enthusiastic after my first fucking. “Shower clean, then, I guess.”
I was going to be very scrubbed up by the end of the day.
“Probably the best idea so you don’t make a mess.” Tate managed not to giggle when Daddy groaned and flopped over on the bed. “I’m not sure your Daddy could handle that.”
“He likes it when we’re clean.” I shrugged. “We can handle that, though.”
There were worse things he could be than a clean worrier.
“He could be frowny and grumpy all the time.” Tate snickered. “I think we’ve got the best partner in the building.”
Most definitely.
But I shook my finger at Tate. “We’re not supposed to be mean.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not promising that.”
Yeah, that was a pretty big ask from him.
“I’ll be quietly rude, though.” Tate snickered and gave me another kiss as Daddy huffed. “Your Daddy doesn’t like that either.”
No, Daddy wouldn’t like that.
“Maybe we can just pretend he didn’t hear.” My idea had Daddy letting out a slow breath with only a little bit of drama. “Smile and give him a kiss as we get up. That might improve his mood too.”
Tate needed my help, so I didn’t mind distracting Daddy.
And it worked.
He sat up and leaned over me to frown at both of us. “Don’t tell him how to manipulate me better.”
I wasn’t going to promise that either.
“But isn’t he so cute?” Wrapping my arms around Daddy’s neck, I pulled him on top of us. “Don’t you want kisses?”
Daddy’s frown said he wanted to say no, but his penis was starting to poke my leg and gave him away. It made me wiggle and I couldn’t help grinning, which made Daddy roll his eyes. “Fine. Yes.”
Tate was a very good boy and gave Daddy a good kiss.
He licked Daddy’s lips.
He nibbled on Daddy’s lips.
And he moaned so nicely when Daddy opened his mouth.
If they kept kissing, I was going to need to be fucked again. How clean would I need to get before Daddy thought fucking me again would be a good idea?
Chapter 13
Dean
“No, it went wonderfully. They took care of me very well and I didn’t come until the end.” Joel seemed to be trying to kill me, but I was polite and was trying to die as quietly as possibly since he was technically on a phone call.
There was no reason to be rude just because I was praying for death.
“Yes. I wasn’t greedy and they came very strongly too. I know. Yes. I got lots of cuddles after and I got all clean.” He laughed softly at whatever she said before sighing. “He does. It felt very special, yes.”
God.
That was about me.
Tate was shaking he was fighting so hard not to laugh, but he kept his face aimed toward his laptop so he could pretend to be working. He’d actually been editing a paper at the table when Joel’s mother had called, but we were at the point where he was just pretending to stay busy as I wondered how quickly I could die.