Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I was trying to sound lighthearted about the whole thing but I was honestly curious about what else he’d feel was a reward. With no limits list to work from, I was kind of operating blind.
“Um, cookies?” He cocked his head thoughtfully as he went back to coloring.
“That’s a dessert.” I rolled my eyes as he giggled.
“Um, toys? Books?” He seemed like he was saying that because he thought it was a reasonable answer, not because he thought it was special.
“What about doing something special like making a blanket fort? Would that be a good reward for a special boy?” It was the first random idea that popped into my head, but Russie looked at me with wide eyes like it was the most amazing thing he’d ever heard.
So blanket forts were on the rewards list.
Got it.
“I’ve got blankets, Daddy Dante, but I’ve never made a fort.” His response only further pushed the idea higher in my mind.
“Then we’ll have to do that.” What else could we do? “We could also pick out a special recipe to make if you were very good, like we could make our own ice cream. We could also go somewhere. Like, if you pretended to be big, we could go to the aquarium or drive to the beach.”
They were both more day trip kind of options, but the way his whole face lit up said he thought they were amazing ideas.
“I’m a good pretender, Daddy Dante.” It took him a few more seconds to figure out anything else to say. “I… You’ve got good ideas, Daddy Dante.”
“Thank you.” I had the biggest urge to kiss his cheek but I wasn’t sure it was appropriate yet. “I’m glad you like my ideas. We’ll have to come up with a long list of special rewards for a very good boy.”
Because dessert could not be his only reward, or with his love of mac-n-cheese, we’d both roll to class.
“I can help.” But I could see he couldn’t figure out another idea fast enough. “Jacki will help too. He’s a good helper.”
Nodding, I didn’t want him to get too stressed about the list. “I bet he’s got really good ideas. But we’ve got a few great ideas already, so I’m not worried. We’ll find lots of other special things.”
His whole body vibrating with excitement, Russie’s head jerked up and down. “Lots of special things.”
Having that decided, or at least the idea of a reward being dangled in front of him, had Russie letting out a deep breath and he went back to coloring as he wiggled. “Lots of special things.”
Repeating it several more times as we colored, he went quiet after a few minutes and I knew he was back to thinking about something.
Waiting him out seemed like the best bet, and I was rewarded before too long. “Daddy Dante?”
“Yes.” I was doing my best to work on my picture, sounding calm and slightly distracted.
“Do good grown-ups get to go on special rewards?” The sentence was slightly mangled but I knew what he meant.
“Yes, if you were a very good grown-up sub or even a grown-up boyfriend, we could do special things too…a good sub might get to go to a nice restaurant or to something fun like a festival.” I wasn’t sure about mentioning munches or things like that since he’d already talked about being private, so I steered the ideas toward non-BDSM options.
“Maybe there’s special shopping we might do or I might make a fancy meal that a grown-up would like.” Hopefully, we could find something Ruslan was just as passionate about that didn’t involve mac-n-cheese.
He went back to quietly coloring and the wiggling stopped as he thought.
And thought.
But nothing seemed wrong so I focused on my picture, because it was really coming together, and I did my best to look like a relaxed, perfectly at ease Daddy.
After a few more minutes and when his picture seemed to be done, he leaned over and kissed my cheek softly. “I like grown-up special rewards too, Daddy Dante.”
He was so cute he was going to kill me.
“Thank you, Russie. I’m going to like having little and big rewards with you.”
I was going to love every second I got to spend with him.
Chapter 5
Ruslan
Not gonna be big.
I was little.
I was little.
I was little.
Shoot.
Dante’s soft chuckle as he rinsed out our bowls said he’d noticed my slightly dramatic pout, but he didn’t seem to mind, so I just hid my face against the table.
“Hmm, you’re either regretting how much ice cream you ate or you’re not little Russie any longer.” He made a silly thinking sound that made me want to roll my eyes. “I just can’t tell which.”
He was so mean.
But he colored really good.
And he brought over ice cream without asking too many questions.
He was very laid-back for a Daddy who’d gotten surprised with a little night.