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

Chapter 6

Enzo

My family always got me in the most ridiculous situations.

“Are you asking for help in finding your toys or are you asking for help with orgasming? Those are two very different situations.” Oh, and… “And was the comment about dinner factual or a prompt to ask you for dinner?”

I needed more practice actually communicating with him about nonwork-related things before I tried to read his mind.

So far, the only things I could read his mind about revolved around his house, and that was only so helpful.

Terrence shrugged, but he quickly realized it wasn’t enough information. “I’m flexible.”

It was barely helpful, so I raised one eyebrow and got a sigh out of him. “Words. You’re a words kind of Daddy.”

“Correct.” And he was a drama kind of cutie. “So you’re going to have to elaborate.”

Nodding to himself, Terrence stood straighter like he was giving a presentation at work. “I was being honest about being flexible. You’re Daddy now, so that changes things. You’re not just the man who barks orders and frowns.”

Something sparked inside his brain and his face lit up. “You’re the boss. You’re Enzo.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Yes. I’m Enzo.” He really hadn’t known any of our names. “And I should’ve realized you never used anyone’s name.”

There’d been a lot of honey and darling and oh my god, what did you dos .

“I’m getting so much better at the name thing.” Looking very pleased with himself, he wiggled excitedly. “Which one is Carlo and which one is Sergio?”

God.

“You said you wanted to climb Carlo like a tree and use Sergio like a body pillow.” Somehow he didn’t seem to find those comments to be inappropriate, though.

“Carlo has an L and that looks like a tree. I can remember that.” His face scrunched up. “Sergio looks long and mostly flat with that bump at the top. Yes, that’s like a really good pillow.”

Huh?

“You’re picturing the words? Their names written out, I mean.” When he nodded and gave me a curious look, I shrugged. “Just trying to make sure I understand the explanation.”

Filing that away to remember later, I tried not to let him lead us down a conversational rabbit hole. “Back to our discussion so I can plan our evening without crossing boundaries. What are you asking for?”

“Definitely dinner. You’re my Daddy now. That means you’re responsible for feeding me.” Looking around, he finally seemed to take in the state of the kitchen. “And while I’m close to having a kitchen again, I don’t feel like cooking.”

“That’s all very good information.” And it would help me make better decisions for us…but that wasn’t really what I’d been focused on. “Now the orgasms part, please.”

His face scrunched up and he ran his fingers through his hair. It always started out the day perfectly styled but it ended up looking like he’d never seen a brush. “I haven’t restarted at all this afternoon. I don’t know.”

Like rebooting a computer?

He was going to make life interesting.

“Alright, give me five limits and then I will make the decision about what happens next.” Relief flashed over his face but the focused stubbornness that quickly followed made me nervous.

“Limits. I can do this.” Looking a bit like he was solving world peace for a billion-dollar game show prize, his eyes narrowed and I knew he wasn’t seeing me anymore. “No penetrative sex without a condom until we’ve had the is it safe conversation. Mild spankings until we’ve had the pain conversation. No making me eat squishy vegetables without asking me for a list of acceptable ones first. No trying to play out abduction fantasies. I use the stoplight colors because the lights flash in my head.”

That seemed to bring him back to reality because he was focusing on me again. “Did you know some people don’t have pictures in their head? Leander doesn’t. His head is dark and blank. He doesn’t like that description, though. He says it makes him sound like a cartoon character that’s really stupid.”

I was pretty sure I was on Leander’s side, but I didn’t think Terrence needed to know that. “You did a very good job coming up with five important limits. Is there anything else you think I need to know right off the bat? Like not touching grown-up parts or anything like that?”

There were dozens of questions I should’ve asked him before we did anything, but there was no way he had the patience for that.

Terrence’s head cocked. “You have to touch the grown-up parts to make me come fast enough not to lose my mind. We can play with things like seeing if petting my hands will make me come later.”

His brain was an interesting place…but it wasn’t dark and empty.

“Thank you for making that clear.” Grasping for a plan that wouldn’t make me look stupid or terminally confused, I decided my first course of action would be to get us out of the kitchen. “Alright, upstairs. The kitchen is too close to being done to christen it with cum.”

Nodding, Terrence looked around again. “We need to christen it with cookies…not bodily fluids. That can come later. Ha. Come.”

Grinning, he looked very pleased with himself, especially when I shook my head. “You’re so cute when you smile.”

“You’re the one who’s smiling.” That just made him snicker.

“But your eyes smile.” His smirk said he was proud of himself for accomplishing it. “I knew you’d be sexy when you smiled.”

“Still haven’t made me smile, though.” Taking his shoulders in my hands, I turned him around and rested a hand on his back. “Upstairs.”

So we could find his errant sex toys.

They wouldn’t have had to move them far to confuse Terrence. His house wasn’t quite hoarder chic but it was on the disorganized side of the spectrum with piles of books and papers everywhere and stacks of random things he’d probably forgotten about.

“You’ve got a plan, right?” Terrence kept moving forward, but he glanced back several times, not trying to be subtle at all. “Right?”

Clearly, the afternoon orgasm was a necessity and not a luxury.

“Yes, I have a primary plan and a secondary one if that becomes necessary.” I thought that was just practical, but Terrence sighed like we were living in a Hallmark movie.

“That’s so…” His voice trailed off again and he gave me another romantic smile. “Planner Daddies are troublesome but they’re worth it in the end.”

Or they were worth it as long as enough orgasms were involved.

“I’m glad you see the benefits.” But we were going to have to shift the scene into something less transactional for both of us to thoroughly enjoy it.

So as we made it to his room, I shifted my hand to his neck and tightened my grip. Thankfully, it got the reaction I’d hoped for and he moaned as his legs went wobbly. It had the added benefit of melting his brain too. “Oh…”

When that was all I got and there was no safeword following it, I stepped closer and pressed the front of my body against his side. “One of the first rules we’re going to negotiate is that you’re going to ask your Daddy for permission to come. I understand how important your afternoon playtime is, but I expect you to be a good boy.”

“Oh…that’s…” Terrence sighed again but he seemed to understand it wasn’t enough of a response. It took several swallows and a few rough starts to get a longer response out, though. “Yes, Daddy. I can ask politely. I’ll be good but…but it’s…they’re important.”

They?

“We’ll work on the details like how many you get, but yes, I understand orgasming is nonnegotiable for you.” Well, I didn’t really understand it, but I accepted it. “Today we only have time for one before I’m going to take you out to dinner on our first date. Do you agree to that plan?”

Ignoring all the other conversations we should’ve had, I waited while he processed the question. After a few seconds, his head jerked and he managed a verbal response. “Yes, Daddy. One orgasm and then dinner.”

That was all I got for about five seconds, and then his brain started to work faster again.

“A date. Then do I get another? Where are we going? Are your cousins still here? Did they leave? Did they close the front door? What—” One firm swat on his bottom got the flood under control. “Wow. Thank you.”

So he knew his brain would’ve just kept going?

Good to know.

“You’re welcome.” Sliding my hand around the front of his neck, I pressed myself against his back. When he shivered but seemed happy with the new position, I slowly ran my free hand over his chest. “Yes, if you communicate thoroughly and politely on our date and follow any rules we establish, I’ll let you have another orgasm at the end of the night.”

We’d talk about how he wanted to handle that later, though.

First, we needed to get his questions answered and his originally promised orgasm delivered. “Everyone else left. They locked the front door and we’re going to have Italian since that’s your favorite.”

“I like noodles.” Terrence nearly moaned out his love of pasta. “But it…I might…”

“You might get little, I know. Mac and cheese definitely makes you little, so I had a feeling pasta in general would put you in a very happy mindset.” That got me a faint nod from Terrence and another pleased sigh.

I was hoping it was about what a good Daddy he had and not how hungry he was, but I wasn’t confident enough about the answer to ask.

“I’m going to love being a Daddy to a cute little and a Daddy to a distractible sub, so we’re not going to worry about how big or little you get.” And I was going to take him to a restaurant that another one of my relatives owned, so I wasn’t worried about dinner.

He was hiding his own kinks from his side of the family, so he’d keep his mouth shut.

“So no matter what kind of games we play later, I’m going to be very happy.” And I was also pretty sure Terrence was the type of little to mix up the kind of games he liked to play, so nothing he came up with would surprise me.

“So I can play with my toys and orgasm? And get noodles?” He seemed to think getting all three in one night was amazing, but it seemed like a low bar to me.

“Yes, and speaking of fun things to play with, let’s find yours.” They couldn’t have gone far. “Show me where you usually keep your grown-up toys.”

“I’ve got a box.” That was all I got from Terrence until I released my hold on him enough for him to think about more than just noodles and his orgasm. “It’s…it’s usually on my bed or my nightstand.”

And knowing Terrence, it’d probably been a very subtle box, but I had to ask anyway. “What does the box look like?”

“Um, it’s got pretty penises on it and it’s square.” Terrence’s description had me fighting the urge to shake my head, but it was enough to give me a good start on fixing the problem.

“It’s behind your pillows, cutie.” I was beginning to think he really did need his afternoon orgasm. “See?”

No.

It took several more blinks and a deep breath for some reason to actually make him see the bright purple box with the colorful penises on it. “Stencils are evil.”

“I didn’t do it.” Terrence shrugged. “And for some reason Leander is convinced that’s a safeword but you have to promise not to agree with him. I don’t care what you really think. You just have to be on my side when other people are being dramatic.”

I shouldn’t have.

I should’ve made him work for it.

I was a slut who was entirely too easy.

I laughed.

Terrence tipped back into me and sighed like he’d just been fucked by the best dick ever. “I knew that would be good.”

“Did you just come?” He was the sexiest little attention whore, so I wasn’t sure what answer to expect.

“Don’t worry. It was a dry one but it was good.” Cocking his head, he made another pleased sound. “I need cuddles and kisses after any kind of orgasmic pleasure. That’s going to be in my aftercare instructions.”

“I can handle that.” Hugging him tighter, I kissed his neck and fought off a laugh as he let out another pleased as fuck sigh. “You only get one freebie, though, so remember that.”

“Deal.” Terrence clearly wasn’t worried but he made it up by snuggling against me and rubbing his ass on my erection. “The next one needs to be wet, though.”

“We’re going to need to talk about what kind of dirty talk you like.” Very quickly.

He giggled. “Did you want to call me your slut?”

Since he didn’t seem to have a problem with that, I nibbled on his ear and hummed approvingly. “Yes.”

“You’re so cute.” Terrence made it sound like I was adorable, so I knew I wouldn’t get whatever he was thinking.

“Thank you.” Yep, I was just going to accept the compliment and move on. “But before you flatter me too much, you need another orgasm.”

Or a first one depending on what we were actually counting.

“Show me what’s in your box.” He seemed fairly steady, but as I relaxed my hold on him, I stayed close just in case.

Yeah, he had a very smart Daddy.

His legs started to go wobbly after a few steps but I kept him safe as we made it over to the bed, and he greedily dragged his box out from behind the pillows. “They’re so sneaky.”

No, he was just oblivious.

“We found it.” Just hearing that got a happy wiggle from him, but I managed to keep him upright until he was safely sitting on the bed. “Show-and-tell.”

His giggle wasn’t as grown-up as it’d been before, but that was all right with me. “I got toys.”

“I’ve heard.” And we were going to fix that problem too…with either soundproofing or figuring out who was allowed in the house during the afternoon. “But now you’re going to show me your favorite. No glitter, though.”

I was not willing to deal with that.

Terrence’s eyes went wide as he frowned and shook his head. “No. Sparkly poops are bad.”

Agreed.

“I’m glad you understand that.” But as he opened the box, I could see how he’d gotten tempted. It looked very pretty and very sparkly…but the damned thing must have come from Wish because even in the safety of a Ziploc bag, it was shedding sparkles everywhere.

“It’s pretty.” His sigh said he realized the but that should follow that statement was significant.

“You’ve got other ones that are safer.” And less messy. “Which one did you use the other day?”

“Oh.” Pouting, Terrence sighed. “I thought I was quiet.”

That was so ridiculous it didn’t need a comment. “Show me.”

His huff said he knew it too. “Leander is a pain in the butt when he’s right.”

I managed not to laugh, but it was a close one. Terrence barely missed it with his drama as he dug in his goodie box, but he studied me carefully when he finally looked up again. “You wanted to laugh.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at him. “Is that the conversation you want to have right now?”

“Maybe.” Still considering it, he picked up a fat purple fake dick with ridges around it that made it look like it should’ve been attached to some kind of monster. “This one.”

Well, at least there wasn’t glitter on it.