Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Paxton made a thoughtful hum as he started drinking the water. If he’d worked much longer without coming back to the real world, I’d have made him take a break, but he’d had plenty to drink before we’d started.
When he was done, he handed me back the empty bottle and frowned. “I don’t know. They all sound good.”
Definitely not the grown-up answer he would’ve given in the diner.
“If we were playing restaurant, what would you tell the waiter you wanted to drink?” My silly response had him snickering.
“I’d have told him to come back in a few minutes because I had to use the bathroom.” Still giggling like he was a kid who’d told a fart joke, he did a tiny potty dance wiggle. “I think I have to find a tree, Daddy.”
And I was Daddy again.
He bounced between using it and not, but I could see he was ready for Daddy to make the decisions.
“Then let’s get that taken care of before we get back on the trail.” My senses were better than a human’s and I knew there was no one around us, but he wouldn’t understand that. “Do you remember the important words?”
His enthusiastic nod said he didn’t have to guess what I meant. “Red and yellow. Stop and pause. Yes.”
“Good boy, little bug.” With that out of the way, I stepped closer and steered him toward a tree that would give him privacy if he wanted it. “Let’s get you all fixed up so you don’t pop.”
Instead of being embarrassed, he giggled. “I’m not a balloon, Daddy.”
“I don’t know.” Shaking my head, I gestured toward his groin. “Let’s not find out.”
That got me more silly laughter and he tried to turn around for a hug. “Still not a balloon.”
Still getting distracted.
“I think you are technically a big balloon with smaller ones inside of you.” That had Paxton going between snickering and trying to think through my statement logically.
He thought I was ridiculous but entertaining based on his reactions, and I was also highly distracting because he tried to turn around again. “But, Daddy, I’m—”
Going to pop, based on how he was wiggling.
“Around again, cutie.” He looked a bit like he’d been possessed as his face stayed focused on me and his body turned around. “Oh, no, that’s creepy. Head and body in the same direction, please.”
No.
That was a no and I didn’t care how flexible he was.
Thankfully, Paxton obeyed but he was back to laughing. “Found Daddy’s first red.”
He wasn’t wrong, so I nodded. “Yes, we did. That was an unexpected one too.”
Who knew my mother was right and I shouldn’t have watched that stupid horror movie as a kid.
“That happens. The internet said so.” Paxton shrugged and seemed like he was trying to look serious even though he was barely holding back giggles. “Sometimes that happens and it’s okay. We don’t know what will make us uncomfortable or sad until it happens.”
Someone had been researching.
“That’s right.” Kissing his cheek, I decided he was never going to pee if left to his own devices, so I just stepped to his side so I could help. “What else did you learn when you were reading last night?”
“Lots.” Hiding that he’d been researching didn’t seem to have occurred to him because he just kept going as I reached for the button on his pants. “Daddies and Doms can safeword too. See? That came in handy. I’m so smart.”
And so adorable too.
“You are.” Giving him another peck, I tugged down his zipper and opened his pants just enough to fish his cock out. “What else did you learn? I’m glad you were figuring out more questions.”
“I have lots of questions, so I kept looking and looking.” He was looking down at my hand at that point, but it was in a detached way, so I just aimed him toward the tree.
“Pop.” That made him giggle as he started to piss. “Good boy.”
“The internet said Daddies do a lot of stuff for their littles.” He was still studying his dick like he’d never seen himself piss before, but he didn’t safeword or try to take over. “They like control and they like taking care of their littles and they like making decisions. Just like you, Daddy.”
Was he glad I fit the stereotype or was he glad I knew what I was supposed to be doing?
“Yes, just like me.” Ignoring the bits I didn’t quite understand, I shook him off once he finished and tucked him back in his pants. “What else did you read about Daddies?”
“Hmm.” Looking thoughtful and adorable, he shrugged. “They like it when their littles talk and they like playing. They like all the stuff you said, so you weren’t just being nice.”
Had that been something he was worried about?
“Well, sometimes Daddies are nice and do things just because their littles want to, but that’s usually things like having tea parties or eating dino nuggets every night over and over.” My answers got another giggle out of him and I couldn’t resist kissing his nose as he turned around. “But I won’t just be nice about doing grown-up things with you and I won’t just be nice about doing personal things. Do you understand what I mean?”