Who’s Your Daddy (Secret santa daddy, season four)

Chapter 3

Terrence

“I think my contractors are fucking with me…or maybe cockblocking me. Can that word work with toys too? Orgasm blocking me? I don’t think that sounds like a real thing, though. But that’s what they’re doing.” I was confused but that was because it’d been two days since my last afternoon orgasm. “Maybe?”

I needed to clear my head and it was starting to get stuffy…like my computer when I hadn’t cleared out the cache and junk shit in too long.

Leander raised one eyebrow and sighed. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.” He didn’t believe me at all, so I shrugged. “Not much.”

“And?” His stubbornness engaged as he studied me.

“Nothing might actually be the problem.” Maybe. “I don’t think that’s reasonable but it might be?”

Sighing, Leander waved his hand at me before he picked up his drink again. “Just confess and make it easy.”

He was so dramatic.

“Well, I got another present from my Secret Santa Daddy and he left a note that asked me if I’d been a good boy. That’s debatable, so I said of course I’d been good, and I said it loud enough that they could all hear.” Just in case. “The giggler laughed and one of the others snickered. Oh, and my grumpy guy sighed.”

His sigh was hard to forget because he did it so often.

“Well, lying to any Santa is a bad idea.” Leander laughed when I huffed. “You can pretend to be good all you want, but I’m not sleeping with you, so I don’t have to believe it.”

He needed to get laid more.

“You’re not being helpful.” It was a fairly low threshold, so he should be able to clear it. “I’m not going to share my struggles if you’re going to be mean.”

“Your struggles are about all the sexy men in your house.” Somehow he seemed offended by that. “I’m not going to give you sympathy for dragging out the attention and presents thing so long they’re getting creative with torturing you.”

I should always get sympathy even if I’d done it to myself…anyone who said otherwise was some kind of sadist.

I was starting to see why finding a Dom hadn’t worked out for Leander lately.

But telling him that would be rude, so I tried to stay on track and be polite. “I understand that’s your view on the situation, so thank you.”

Being polite wasn’t as hard as everyone made it out to be.

“But I do need help figuring out how to have my afternoon orgasm without being interrupted.” That shouldn’t be hard either.

“What are they doing?” Leander’s disbelief was obvious, but he had a good starting point. “And just the facts, not your drama.”

I was not the dramatic one.

“Well, the other day it started with scheduling some specialists to come in and do something with the electrical system? The bored one tried to explain it to me but he mostly used words I’d never heard before and then grumbled more about my great-grandfather being a fucker who should’ve known better than to do any home improvement projects.”

I was starting to think I’d been lucky the whole house hadn’t just erupted in flames while I’d slept…and all the groans from the insurance inspector were making much more sense.

“So that caused a bit of a delay but it’s not bad.” At least that was what they’d said. “The grumpy one said I had to put on clothes and sent me back to my office so I didn’t scare the new subcontractor.”

The other one had been entirely too worried about his ass virginity and not enough about my house.

Leander groaned and rubbed his face. “Anyone who thinks cookies are going to attack him or that you look dangerous shouldn’t be working on your house.”

I appreciated him agreeing with me, but he just couldn’t resist being dramatic. “The shit you make me say. God.”

God did not help in our discussions, so either Leander needed to pray harder or go to church more.

“But I’m siding on the it might be in your head side so far.” Leander finally stopped being ridiculous and went back to his regular behavior of compulsively disagreeing with me. “You would probably say something ridiculous or get in the way. And sending you to your office makes sense since during the day most people work… in their office .”

“Maybe.” I’d been very careful about the whole afternoon relaxation time thing. They hadn’t even teased me about it and they teased about everything.

They were even giving me toys.

Well, someone was giving me toys.

“What else? You said there was more than one time they cockblocked you?” Leander made a thinking sound. “Yeah, that’s not the right word but I’m not sure I can think of a better one right off the bat.”

“I think I’m going to buy one of those words for authors books. Like a dirty thesaurus or something. There has to be a word I just haven’t heard enough.” There were some words that were hard to remember. “But it’ll work for now.”

Leander was back to shaking his head, but he didn’t let us get distracted by my good idea. “Your other story?”

“Yes.” It didn’t sound any more concrete than the first one, though. “For the past few days, they’ve been outside my office right when I’m getting ready to go upstairs and have asked me to do things. Yesterday the giggler asked me if I’d make him ice cream sandwich cookies. He’d seen someone make them on a TV cooking show and he thought it’d be fun.”

Leander was trying not to laugh and doing a terrible job of it. “Well, you always take a break at that time and you’ve taught them that you’ll make cookies any time day or night.”

Okay, that might’ve been my fault then.

“The tall one asked me to go get milkshakes for everyone. He gave me the money to go get them. He said he just couldn’t take a break to do it.” He’d been very excited about getting dessert…he’d smiled really big.

“I still have to say that it’s your habit of feeding them and taking a break at the same time.” After a few seconds, Leander frowned. “You’re sure they don’t know about your afternoon delight fun, right?”

“No. I’m very quiet. I don’t want to upset anyone or make them feel weird because I need a mental reset.” That wouldn’t be nice at all. “There’s no way they know.”

Leander didn’t look confident but he shrugged. “Then it’s probably just them having terrible timing. Like that roommate you had freshman year. He was so weird and he was always walking in on you.”

Yeah, I’d thought he was doing something fishy but he just ended up being borderline agoraphobic. After some therapy, he’d stopped walking in on me so much and he hadn’t been a bad roommate.

“Okay, good point. I have taught them to associate me with dessert and I take a break at the same time every afternoon.” Ugh. I’d screwed myself over. “This is ridiculous, though. They’ve found a new way to be distracting.”

He managed not to laugh but it looked painful. “Still having fun ogling your contractors?”

“Yes, and the grumpy one keeps giving me orders.” He was really sexy when he glared at me too. “It’s starting to become suspicious. He does this eyebrow thing and it’s all I can do to keep from grabbing my dick.”

And Leander lost his battle with his terrible sense of humor.

But at least I could say that I’d remembered my manners and hadn’t done anything inappropriate with my contractors…I just hoped my Secret Santa would remember that when he was thinking about buying me my next present.

****

The house was quiet.

It wasn’t too light outside.

I couldn’t even hear trucks in the driveway.

Hoping that I was right about how early it was since I wasn’t sure where my phone had wandered off to, I shoved the front of my pajamas down and fished my hard dick out of my truck undies. “You shouldn’t have woken me up before I finished my dream.”

My dick was a dick.

Closing my eyes as I wrapped my hand around my erection, I sighed and tried to chase the dream I’d lost when I’d woken up. My sexy contractor had been glaring at me and fussing at me for being naughty. I had no idea what I’d done but he’d been wonderfully frustrated with me and then he’d said the magic words.

You need a spanking .

Magic.

I remembered the thrill rushing through me even in the dream and then everything had shifted so I was bent over his lap. My bottom was naked and he sounded gruff and very Daddy when he’d been rubbing my cheeks and grumbling about how I needed to learn my lesson.

I loved lessons.

They were almost as good as presents and dream me had been so excited…and so hard.

And that had woken me up.

Real me and dream me had been hard and my real brain had decided that it needed to wake me up so I knew that too.

My real brain was just as big of a dick as my dick had been.

But I could fix that.

Squeezing my dick, I imagined it stuck between Gruff Daddy’s thighs as he squeezed it tight. He’d rub my bottom and pretend to be frustrated with me. He’d say I’d been naughty but he’d help me be a good boy.

Don’t worry. Daddy is going to make it all better.

His hand would come down and—

For fuck’s sake.

“Don’t be loud. He might still be asleep.” Gruff Guy’s voice should’ve made me even harder but it just made me frustrated. “His sense of time is weird.”

I was going to die of blue balls.

I’d always thought that was impossible and something asshole teenage boys made up, but I was starting to second-guess that.

“I might owe Harold an apology.” I’d told him he was crazy when he tried to get me to jerk him off in high school. “A very heartfelt apology.”

After I’d come.

Somehow.

Looking down at my erection, who couldn’t seem to decide what we were doing, I frowned. “It might be bad manners. I mean, doing it while it was just related to a dream was one thing. But he’s in the house.”

I really shouldn’t have given them permission to just walk in, but that’d been a much better plan than having to always go down and unlock the door at an ungodly hour.

When I thought I heard someone say coffee, I decided letting them walk in hadn’t been a bad idea after all.

Jerking off wouldn’t have been a bad idea either but then one of them said donuts.

At least, I was pretty sure it was donuts.

Was that coffee?

Had they found where I’d left the coffee maker?

Someone needed to just shoot me and put me out of my misery.

“We’re going to come back to this later. Promise.” Looking at my box of toys, I nodded to myself. “Yes, we’ll have a nice afternoon break and we’ll have bad manners then.”

No matter what, I’d find time to have bad manners with my favorite dildo and then we’d take a nap because they had a crazy work schedule.

Who started to function at nine in the morning?

My Secret Santa Daddy, evidently.

Ugh.

I was going to end up falling for a guy who was going to torture me forever.

“You’re smarter than this.”

Maybe, but if he bought me toys and donuts, I might learn to become a masochist.