Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“I would love to play with you but you have to promise you remember that you don’t have to.”
Yep, a worrier.
I’d found him but he was hard work.
“I remember. And I promise.” What else was I supposed to tell him? “And I remember your list. I won’t be sad and I won’t hurt you. That means no teeth and no…no scary things?”
What could go sad or ouchy?
“Dally’s mom said if you’re playing with a penis and someone cries, then you’re doing it wrong.” She was smart. “But don’t tell her we heard that. We were supposed to be upstairs while she had an important talk with one of Dally’s brothers.”
She said they were a handful.
Daddy looked confused but then he nodded. “She’s correct under the circumstances. I don’t think either of us like pain on our penis.”
“No.” Just playtime, so I tried to help Daddy’s penis escape. “That’s on my no-no list. No pain on my penis. But other people do that. Dally does that.”
Dally did a lot of things.
Daddy moaned but he nodded. “Yes, Dally seems…adventurous.”
“He is.” But he was funny and happy and had good manners and he played. “He does lots of stuff.”
“We’re just going to do the stuff that both of us like and it’s okay if we’re not as adventurous as Dally.” Daddy sighed as I got him free and gave his penis a gentle hug. “Fuck.”
He liked that word.
“Naughty Daddy.” I was very big and didn’t giggle, but smiling was okay. “Playtime.”
Daddy had played with me and now I got to play with Daddy, but it was because I wanted to and not because Daddy was nice to me. Even though he had been nice to me. But he might not understand that, so I just gave him a kiss.
Penis kisses.
No giggling.
Some Daddies had weird rules about giggling and penises.
My Daddy didn’t seem to have lots of weird rules but I was going to be careful.
We were just going to have kissing playtime and I was going to pretend to be mostly big so he wouldn’t worry about new things. He had enough to worry about and I was going to be helpful. Dally always said not to give people worries they didn’t need.
Daddy hadn’t gotten grumpy yet or made up new rules, so I gave him another kiss and even licked the tip. Daddy was tasty. Daddy was happy. Daddy was naughty.
He cursed again.
Daddy had a potty mouth but he was Daddy, so that was okay.
Hmm.
“Fuck.”
Oh, Daddy liked licky kisses.
“Fuck.”
Daddy liked being my sucker too.
Lick.
Lick.
“Fuck.”
Daddy liked tongue kisses on his penis.
Did Daddy like hugs too?
“Fuck.”
Yes, he did.
I got ten more fucks before Daddy groaned and I got my prize.
Ha. Ha. Ha. Fourteen fucks.
I was amazing…and I was the Count of Fucks.
And now I needed books and cuddles and maybe a nap.
“Come here, baby.” Daddy knew just what I needed. “Someone needs cuddles.”
Daddy was so smart.
Chapter 10
Elias
“Do you want to know how many phone calls I’ve gotten today from your family?” Victor walked in right after the closing bell of the stock market and plopped down on the chair across from my desk. “I know I originally traded them for that weird family that keeps trading spouses but I want to renegotiate.”
Bullshit...and I was going to prove it.
“The older two brothers traded again and I’ve got to redo every account and work with their lawyer to equally divide the estate again if one of them dies.” Some families were just weird and some were weird pains in the asses.
“Ugh, not it.” Frowning, Victor looked toward the door he’d just closed. “There has to be someone in the bullpen we can pawn your family off on.”
There were worse ideas.
“They just have to be willing to take the calls. I don’t let them make financial decisions anyway. The drama queens only want to complain.” And it was always something new. “Did my grandfather redo his will again?”
He was older than dirt and had turned fucking with the family into an art form.
Barking out a laugh, Victor shook his head. “No, that’s next week if ‘that bastard’s brat’ doesn’t stop sleeping with the interesting new lady he just brought home.”
Judging by the look on Victor’s face, I wasn’t going to ask what made her interesting.
“Then what’s the problem this week?” My lack of curiosity about my family’s shenanigans had him pouting, but he moved on fairly quickly.
“You. They want to know who the mouthy guy is.”
And now I understood why Victor had given up so quickly…he had fun gossip to play with.
“Great.” I’d hoped to have a bit more than two days but it couldn’t be helped after Amadeus’s performance the other night. “What have they been asking and what did you tell them?”
“That I don’t know anything and the market is up.” Victor grinned, clearly having fun fucking with the idiots. “Okay, let’s see if I can remember the highlights. I should’ve made a better list.”