Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
With no safeword and very little drama except for some wiggles, I kissed his head and then unzipped the front of the bunny onesie. It was adorable but it took on a much naughtier look when it was open to his groin and I was pushing the front of his briefs down.
“We’re going to put on pajamas and cuddle, and if you’re very good, maybe we do more kisses.” That got a twitch from his cock.
I’d finally found a part of my cutie that knew how to telegraph what he wanted.
As I pointed his slim cock toward the toilet, it started to get harder. “No, that’s not what we’re aiming for here, sweet boy.”
He giggled and scrunched his face up like he was focusing with all his might.
He just kept getting cuter and cuter.
“Good boy.” But his focus worked because he didn’t get much harder and he accomplished our goal. “No popping in bed. Perfect.”
That got another snicker, this time slightly naughtier, and by the time he’d finished peeing, he’d lost his focus. As I cleaned him up and tucked him back in his underwear, I kissed his head. “You’re going to put someone’s eye out with that.”
It was utterly ridiculous but made him giggle so much he almost lost his binkie in the toilet. But it was saved and we got everyone’s hands washed even though I’d done all the heavy lifting with the bathroom activities. “All done.”
Without a safeword or either of us being embarrassed.
Definitely a win for Daddy, but I couldn’t help wondering how he’d explain this to Austin.
I wasn’t so naïve that I thought what we did would stay completely private, but I would love to be a fly on the wall for Charlie’s blushing explanation.
“Such a good boy.” Picking him up without bothering to zip his costume, I carried him to the last door I hadn’t opened.
Yep, it was his grown-up bedroom.
But where the playroom was fully decorated and homey, this space was plain with a simple double bed pushed up against one wall. The only other bedroom furniture was a dresser and nightstand lined up on the wall beside the bed, giving it a lonely feeling.
Prison cells had more personality.
The only area in the room that felt lived-in was a wall of desks and monitors that had to be for his job. He’d said something ambiguous about working with computers and I’d learned from Austin never to ask what that meant.
If computer people were vague, never ask for clarification.
It was like asking little old ladies at garden parties what they were reading. If they were vague, never ask clarifying questions.
But I ignored all that for now and pretended it wasn’t the saddest bedroom I’d ever seen. Fuck. Had Austin ever seen it? I was betting no, and I was pretty sure Charlie had aimed all his innocence at Austin to keep him focused on the playroom instead.
“Here we go.” Setting him down on the plain dark blue comforter, I kissed his head and looked over at the dresser. “Jammies?”
I got a nod and he pointed to the second drawer, which was a big help and a step up when it came to communicating with Daddy. “Good boy.”
Picking out a simple red T-shirt and plaid sleep pants that would’ve probably killed Austin a bit inside to see, I tossed them on the bed. “Undies?”
I looked over at Charlie to see him shaking his head as he started to giggle. “Naughty boy.”
That had laughter spilling out of him and he lost the binkie. But that time he didn’t bother going after it as it rolled down the bed. “Come here, naughty boy.”
He wiggled and laughed, nearly making me chase him down the bed as I stripped him out of his costume. “And no more bunny, just a little cutie.”
That got more excited squirms, and as he lifted his hands over his head for his shirt, the tenting in his briefs became much more obvious.
“Good boy.” Kissing each cheek, I slipped the shirt over his head before tipping him over so he crashed dramatically onto the bed. “Oh no. I have to make sure you’re not hurt.”
Under the guise of checking him for injuries, I lightly tickled under his arms and down his ribs as he laughed and squirmed just hard enough to make it look like he was trying to get away without actually escaping. “It looks like you’re fine. That’s such a relief.”
Leaning over to give him a quick peck on the lips, I frowned and pretended to be very concerned as I straightened and looked down his body. “Oh no. We might’ve missed a boo-boo.”
Dirty snickers escaped as he hid his eyes behind his hands, but still no safeword and he definitely wasn’t attempting to run.
“It looks like it’s swelling? What do we do?” I wasn’t expecting an answer to that question because he hadn’t used words to respond to anything I’d brought up in the last hour, but he surprised me.