Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
His brain took a few seconds to realize what I was saying…but his dick knew right away. It bobbed and precum beaded at the slit as his mouth dropped open. “Daddy…”
If he was asking a question, I missed it, so I decided action would be more appreciated than words. Trailing my fingers right around the base of his erection, I watched him fight to breathe and barely hold back his orgasm.
“I want to show you later, cutie, and reward you for being so patient.” As I caressed around the fine hairs at the base of his cock, he sucked in a breath.
“But…I know…Daddy…fuck…” Scrunching up his eyes, he tried again. “But?”
Nearly giggling, I kept up my teasing touch. “Would I do that to you?”
His nod made me grin, but I knew it looked wicked as I gave in. “But I want you to come out with me later.”
“Touch me.” He groaned, waving his hand. “Stop torturing me. It’s too early.”
Laughing, I nodded…he wasn’t exactly wrong. “But I want you to come to dinner with Cohen so we can all talk about limits and the testing together.”
Ian’s dramatic groan wasn’t a no…so was it an agreement?
Deciding he needed a push to get the words out, I wrapped my fingers loosely around his cock. His shocked gasp would’ve made me worry if it hadn’t been for the way his entire body rushed toward his orgasm. “Daddy…”
“That’s my good boy.” His groan said I’d won, but I didn’t gloat. “Does my good boy want to come?”
As his fingers dug into the covers to keep from grabbing his hard cock, Ian nodded. “Yes, Daddy…yes…”
One…two…he was right there, barely hanging on when I gave the tip a flick.
Cum exploded out of his cock as his orgasm burst over him. The barest hint of pain was all it had taken to send my naughty boy flying. When he finally sagged against the bed, peeking his eyes open, I released his softening cock and leaned over to give him a gentle peck.
I wouldn’t push him if he changed his mind, but his overly dramatic sigh said he knew that. When he finally glared at me, I could see a hint of his little side stomping around in his head. “I want dessert. If I’m going to be all embarrassed and worried, I deserve a restaurant with the best desserts ever. Maybe even two.”
“Deal.” Giving him another kiss, this time smacky and teasing, I nodded and rested my forehead against his. “The biggest dessert ever.”
He sighed again, covering his face and shaking his head. “I just don’t know how you do it. You go all Bishopy and just…then you…”
As he waved his hand, sighing again, I had to grin. “It’s because I’m the best Daddy ever.”
And this was going to be the ultimate way to show both him and Cohen how much they meant to me and that I wasn’t going anywhere.
He snorted. “Sure, let’s go with that.”
He was such a brat…but he was my brat…and maybe he’d end up being Cohen’s brat too?
Chapter 21
Cohen
“It’s going to be great, but I promised Ian a fabulous dessert…and he’s probably going to want another orgasm, but I can figure that out.” Bishop threw himself at me before I’d even finished opening the door.
He was beyond excited…and not making a lick of sense.
Dessert?
“Desserts are a good reward.” Was that what we were talking about? Somehow it led back to orgasms, but I had a feeling I’d missed something in his exuberant entrance. “Um, I take it the muffins turned out well?”
Once a very tired Ian had been tucked into bed, Bishop had spent quite a while texting me and telling me all about his day…and all about how cute his boy had been during bath time.
“Yes, your idea for adding in the extra chocolate and berries was great.” Bishop looked at me like I was the best Dom in the world, but all I’d done was told him how to perk up a packaged muffin mix.
“I’m glad it worked out.” Giving him a quick kiss, I decided to circle back around to the excited ramblings. “So…what did you mean about dessert?”
We could talk about the orgasms at some point too.
He blinked and I could see his brain resetting like a computer. When it finally clicked, he perked up again. “Oh, yes, dessert. I have to talk to you about that.”
Bishop swallowed and his smile brightened to a manipulative degree. “Let’s go sit down on the couch, Sir.”
Oh, this was a Sir moment, huh?
“Of course.” Giving him another quick peck, I smiled and played along like I hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
He even took my hand and started sweetly caressing my fingers. “You were such a wonderful Dom last night. I appreciated all your help and how understanding you are.”
Had he robbed a bank?