Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Since that seemed to be referring to the easy access discussion we’d had earlier, I took the comments seriously. “I will do my best to take that into consideration, but you’ll need to tell me if I get it wrong without meaning to.”
His head cocked. “Sometimes you’ll mean to?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie about that. “Occasionally we might end up at an event or location where fancy pants are a must and most of those have buttons. We’ll do our best to plan those out carefully and see if we can find you the best options, though.”
Thinking back, I’d only seen him in more casual clothes, so I wasn’t sure he owned anything fancy.
“Ugh.” His expression looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Okay. I understand.”
“Thank you.” Reaching up, I ran my hand over his head. “I will also do my best to reward you for submitting to torture, though.”
Yep, he was the bribe me type of little and perked up right away.
“I like rewards.” Leaning down closer, he studied my face. “What kinds?”
“That’s another conversation we need to have. I want to make sure we have a list of the best rewards possible, but right off the bat, that might mean you get to pick how you get to come later or you could get a special dessert. Maybe a new toy?”
Terrence inched closer and leaned so far down he nearly tipped over. “Grown-up or little?”
Kissing his nose, I shrugged as he tried not to giggle. “Either one. Both if you need a really, really big reward.”
His snickers escaped. “Okay, really, really big rewards for bad clothes.”
Considering his wardrobe, I didn’t think I’d been had, but he was enjoying the negotiations. “Deal.”
“Yay.” Terrence collapsed on me, giggling and very pleased with how it’d turned out. “I like both kinds of rewards. Doms just only give one or the other. Not both.”
Hmm.
“So regular Doms give grown-up presents and Daddies usually give little presents?” My question got a nod from Terrence. “But you’re both, so we need to remember both. Got it. At the very least we’ll alternate.”
Terrence aimed adorably innocent eyes in my direction that weren’t believable at all. “Both would make me very happy and it’s what good Daddies do.”
My immediate scoff got a dramatic sigh from him and he went boneless as he pouted. “That didn’t work.”
“Nope, but you’re cute when you try.” Kissing his cheek, I decided it was time to switch gears. “How about we make you cute with clothes next and then we’ll get dinner?”
And his smile was back. “Noodles.”
“That’s right.” I almost smiled as he tipped over and landed on the bed. “And does it matter if you’re big or little?”
Shaking his head, Terrence looked slightly skeptical even though he seemed to be trying to hide it. “Nope.”
“That’s right.” Deciding that he needed more information, I shrugged. “Because it’s owned by another cousin and he knows how to mind his own business.”
“Oh.” Curiosity and relief flashed over his face. “Naughty cousin?”
“Yep.” But we weren’t at the point where I should be sharing other people’s secrets, so I leaned over and tickled him for a few seconds. “Dinner. I’m starving, little boy.”
Laughing, he flopped around like a wiggly octopus even after I stopped teasing him. “You knew I was little.”
It wasn’t really a question but it seemed like one. “Yes. You were not as sneaky as you thought you were.” That earned me an adorably confused look and I wanted to laugh again. “We helped you empty out your kitchen. You had bottles in there and one of them said Daddy’s Little Slut.”
“Oh. Leander gave it to me.” Huffing, he made a dramatic flop on the bed. “I forgot.”
“It’s okay.” It’d made us feel a lot more relaxed about being ourselves, so I’d never had an issue with it. “I liked knowing you wouldn’t be shocked that I was a Daddy.”
Back to giggling, Terrence flopped over onto me again, knocking me back so I was lying on the bed. “You do good Daddy frowns.”
Rolling my eyes got more snickers from the silly boy. “Because you’re always doing naughty things.”
“No.” Dragging out his denial, he couldn’t make it believable no matter how serious he tried to look. “I’m Daddy’s good boy.”
It still wasn’t believable.
“Alright then. Let’s see if my good boy can behave while we have dinner.” And while I got to know him better.
I knew my client Terrence and I knew the nutty cutie who kept trying to pretend he was boringly normal…but neither of those was the real Terrence. I’d gotten peeks at him, but it was time to see him without any pretense.
“Good boys get rewards.” Wiggling excitedly, he climbed off me and scampered off the bed. “Clothes time, Daddy.”
Because he was recharged and starving.
“Did you eat lunch?” I knew my question wasn’t too far off base when he froze and slowly turned around to face me at a snail’s pace. “Did you eat anything with protein and vegetables in it?”