Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
A dangerous part of the movie caught his attention, and Mack settled back down against Grey. Pulled into the action, he drank quickly, draining the bottle. Holding it out, he whispered, “More, please.”
“I thought you’d like that. No more formula tonight. You can have water,” Grey suggested, handing him another bottle. “You’ll need it for dessert.”
He lifted the plate of cookies so Mack could choose the oatmeal one he craved. Armed with a yummy cookie, Mack settled in for the grand finale of the movie. Even having watched it a thousand times, he watched intently.
Grey swiped his hair from his eyes. “Five more minutes and then bedtime.”
The mean woman had just arrived to kill everyone when the screen went blank. Mack lunged for the remote in Grey’s hand. Grey shifted out of Mack’s reach and tightened his arm around Mack’s waist to hold him in place.
“We’ll watch tomorrow. I promise,” Grey told him.
“Five more minutes and we’ll see what happens.”
“Bedtime is bedtime. Come on. We’ll go brush our teeth and go to bed,” Grey said, standing up and placing the remote on the table. He picked up the tray to take it to the kitchen.
Mack eyed the remote and wanted more than anything to grab it. He looked at Grey’s back as he walked away. He’d probably get another spanking. Mack wiggled on his bottom. More punishment would make it difficult to sit tomorrow.
Grey turned as he set the tray on the counter. He quickly rinsed the dishes and stowed them in the dishwasher. Realizing he wasn’t being a very good guest, Mack stood up and rushed to help.
“Sorry, I should help.”
“Daddy’s got this. Let me take care of you, Mackie. That makes me happy.”
“But being lazy doesn’t make me happy,” Mack protested. He expected Grey would soon tire of him if he was a lump around the house.
“We’ll come up with some chores for you to do around the house if you’d like,” Grey suggested.
Mack nodded. “Please.”
“Would you straighten the pillows on the couch while I put this tray away?” Grey requested.
Dashing back to the couch, Mack strategically placed the throw pillows at the ends of the sectional. He couldn’t remember where they actually had been earlier.
“Great job.” Grey placed his arm around Mack’s waist and steered him toward the hallway. “Here’s the tough choice. Sleep with Daddy or sleep in the racecar?”
“Sleep in the racecar with Daddy?” Mack suggested.
“We can do that. First, teeth brushing. Onelia unpacked your things in the guest bath. Let’s move those to my bathroom.”
Without a fuss, Grey helped Mack gather everything and transfer them. Grey picked up Mack’s toothbrush and put some blue gel on it. “Open your mouth, Mackie.”
“I can do it,” he answered, reaching for the handle.
“Daddy’s in charge.”
Mack opened his mouth reluctantly when Grey held the toothbrush to his lips. He felt really silly at first, but his Daddy did a good job, even getting way back to the far side of his molars.
“Okay, Little boy. Spit and rinse,” Grey said, handing him a paper cup half full of water.
He followed directions as he watched Grey polish his own pearly whites. Running his tongue over his teeth, Mack enjoyed the clean feel. Refilling the cup, he handed it to Grey so he could rinse his mouth. Grey sent him a foamy kiss in thanks.
As they left the room, Mack glanced back at the vanity. He loved the sight of his toothbrush sitting in the holder with Grey’s. He didn’t know how that seemed so intimate, but it did. It was a bit scary how real this felt.
Mack started to jump into bed when Grey stopped him.
“No outside clothes in bed, Little boy.”
Before he could react, Grey stripped off his lounging clothes and tossed them onto the table. “Stretch back over the table. I have some medicine for your bottom.”
“I’m okay. I don’t need anything.”
“Over the table, Little boy.”
The stern tone made him whirl around to obey.
“Thank you, Mackie. I’m so pleased you’re learning to follow Daddy’s directions,” Grey said as he pulled out a drawer to pull out a short, clear canister and something white.
As he got closer, he could see there were thick, waxy, short things inside. “What are those?” he asked when Grey set them on the table in front of him.
“I stretched your bottom a lot tonight, Little boy. I don’t want you to be sore. This medicine will soothe you inside and out. Dr. Richards makes it for our community,” he explained, opening the container and pulling out two. He set one on the table in front of Mack’s eyes. It looked huge.
“I can’t swallow that, Daddy.”
“No, but your bottom will take it easily.”
Grey pressed a hand on Mack’s lower back, reminding him of their pleasure earlier. He felt his cock twitch. Don’t respond. He’ll think we like this! It didn’t listen.