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)
But my cute little thief kept trying to hide my fish under his knees.
“No big fishies here, Daddy.” Russie shrugged, barely managing not to giggle. “All gone.”
We were going to need more bathtub toys next time we played and I was going to have to work on being faster. My drama queen had lightning-fast reflexes when it came to hoarding toys under the bubbles.
“Hmm, I guess I’m just going to have to be sad and eat all the cookies.” My delivery was slightly over the top, but it got my point across, and suddenly toys popped up all around us.
“Magic, Daddy.”
Cookies won over toys.
I’d remember that…and I’d remember how cute he looked with bubbles in his hair and a smile on his face.
Chapter 21
Ruslan
“Oh, I saw that yawn.” Daddy kissed my head, smiling as I tried to roll over and hide my face against his lap. “I said two yawns and it would be bedtime. That’s three.”
Daddy was a good counter.
He was also stubborn because he kissed my head. “You’re tired. Is Russie getting tucked in or is Ruslan going to be tucked in?”
Decisions were hard.
“Neither.” Little me and big me liked that answer because every part of me liked being cuddled with Daddy.
“Then I’m voting grown-up Ruslan.” Daddy bent over me and wrapped his arms around me. “I might even be talked into kisses.”
“Where?”
Shoot.
I rolled over and looked up before I’d realized he’d tricked me. “Daddy, that’s not nice.”
My pouting just made him grin as he plucked at my lower lip with his finger. “But it worked.”
“I like being little with you…but kisses…that was sneaky.” I liked kisses.
“I like it when you’re little too, but I need to talk to you about the party tomorrow and what you meant about my roommates knowing.” He winced sympathetically when I whined but he didn’t drop the subject. “I know. I’m torturing you, but that’s why I led with kisses.”
Because Daddy knew how to bribe me.
“But it’s not fair that you know my weakness.” I wasn’t done pouting yet—especially because it hadn’t worked—but Daddy leaned over and gave me a kiss.
He was definitely cheating because he even cupped my cheek and was sweet. “I like knowing your weaknesses. It makes me feel special.”
Ugh, he was so good at cheating.
“Can I tell my roommates I’m dating you?” Daddy gave me a few soft pecks before nibbling my lower lip again. “Can I brag that I’m dating the sexiest man ever?”
I could feel my face heating up but he kept distracting me with kisses. “Yes…I…they know you’re a Dom and a Daddy, right?”
I hated when I had to talk and couldn’t get out of it.
“Yes.” Daddy made up for torturing me by giving me more kisses and sliding his hand under my Superman shirt. “They know I’m a Daddy and they’ve kind of guessed about us.”
That was not a surprise but pouting bigger got him to nibble on me again.
When he finally pulled back, his fingers had wandered high up my chest and started distracting me by pinching my nipples. I had a good question, but I lost it as he tugged on them and made my eyes roll back in my head.
That was even better than getting kisses.
“What…I mean…” Shoot. “What do they think?”
Yes, a full sentence he could understand.
“They know I’m not ready to talk about it yet and to give us privacy, but they seem to be guessing you’re very new to the lifestyle and we’re taking it slow.” Daddy’s words took a while to sink in because he kept kissing me and tugging on my nipples.
“I…that’s…” Words were so hard…and that time it wasn’t just because I didn’t like talking about what I was feeling. “That makes sense, right?”
I’d lost track of what I’d been going to ask to begin with, but I liked the way Daddy nodded. He thought I was smart. “It is, but we don’t have to tell them anything we don’t want to.”
But Daddy was a talker.
“But…but you like sharing…friends and you…” Shoot. “Daddy…”
He chuckled, not feeling bad at all about how hard he was making it. “I like you more than I like sharing with my friends.”
Aww.
“I’m…I…” He was so mean.
Scrunching my eyes closed, I ignored his snickers and tugs and tried again. “I talked to…I talked to Malcolm and he said…we talked…”
Goodness gracious.
I took a breath and tried again, but he rolled my nipples between his fingers and sent my brains flying in a thousand directions. “We…we talked about…you and stuff and…I…it’s okay.”
Yes, that was a good explanation.
“What’s okay?” Master tugged on a nipple when I didn’t answer fast enough, sending a flash of pain and pleasure firing through me. It made my entire body jerk and I couldn’t help opening my eyes as he chuckled and my dick got even harder.
“I…” I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to do it again or stop, and it got even harder to figure out when he kept tugging. “I… You can tell them about us…and me…and just not like everything.”