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

Chapter 10

Enzo

“I don’t know. I think we did everything we’d planned.” Looking up from the floor I was stretched out on, I gave Terrence a confused frown. “We practiced reading a book and playing toys. We practiced finding where the sippy cups were.”

Scrunching up my face so I wouldn’t laugh as he crossed his arms and huffed, I gave him a floppy shrug. “I think that was all we planned.”

“Daddy.” He gave a not-so-subtle wiggle right over my lap and glared more sternly at me. “You’re very smart. You make lists. You have plans.”

He made those sound like he was listing off my ingredients instead of praising me, which just made the situation even more funny. “You know what else we’re doing.”

Yep.

Fucking with him since he was still firmly in the he wasn’t little camp.

I had to admit he was less little than he had been when we’d been reading while he sucked on his binkie, but that was not the face of a sub trying to seduce his Dom.

“You don’t forget.” Making it sound like that was frustrating at the very least, he sighed and slowly got a more devious expression on his face. “Hmm.”

It wasn’t subtle at all but that didn’t seem to be what he was aiming for. “You’re being stubborn.”

I wouldn’t have described it that way, but I could see where he was coming from.

“Daddies like teaching things. Leander said they like teachable moments .” That got another dramatic sound because he didn’t like it when Leander was right. “Ugh. I gotta be cute.”

That seemed painful to little Terrence, so I just waited to see what he’d do. I knew it wouldn’t be to safeword, but other than that, his reactions were always fascinating. As his mind rolled the problem over in his head, I wondered what he thought being cute entailed.

Looking happy wasn’t part of it, but beyond that, I knew I was going to be surprised.

I knew his goal was another orgasm at the very least, but he’d been trying to be his version of subtle and he didn’t seem to appreciate how the situation was turning out. “And I gotta romance you. Daddies need romance too.”

Well, that was interesting.

And just as sexy as actually being romanced, if I was being honest…being the focus of his undivided and slightly mischievous attention did fun things to me.

Not that he’d noticed.

He was still wiggling but he was very focused on seduction and not what he’d already accomplished. “But Daddies aren’t like regular guys or even the boring Doms that just tell you to kneel and look bored.”

Huh?

“They’re special.” He made that sound like it gave him a headache but I guessed it was better than making him kneel because he nodded to himself. “Yes, I don’t mind special.”

Good?

I was slightly scared to ask questions, so I decided to take a page from his book and look cute. It just made him sigh. “You’re going to be high maintenance.”

Me?

Laughing would’ve given him the wrong impression, so I raised one eyebrow. It got a shrug from my adorable drama queen. “It’s the truth. I can’t be punished for telling the truth.”

“Let me guess…Leander said that?” His nod wasn’t a surprise at all. “You and I are going to have a discussion about the definition of the word truth at some point.”

We were clearly suffering from a misunderstanding and had two very different meanings for that word.

“I’ll teach you.” Terrence wasn’t worried. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’m smart.”

Deviously so, but he sidetracked us both before I could explain that. “Oh, kisses.”

His eyes went wide and he gave another happy wiggle as his brain went into high gear. “Yes, that’s very romantic.”

What was romantic?

I had a feeling he was going to tell me when he shifted and moved his legs back so he could stretch out over me. I had no way to guess what would happen, though, so I stuck with a simple reaction. “Hi.”

He wanted to giggle but whatever he was doing was serious business because he shook his head before staring down at me. “I’m being romantic.”

The best part about the whole situation was I could see grown-up Terrence giving me the same lecture.

“Sorry.” I was doing my best not to smile, but he made it so hard. “I like it when you’re romantic. It makes me feel important.”

“It should.” He nodded seriously. “I’m glad you understand, Daddy.”

I had no idea how to respond to that, but it turned out that I didn’t have to. He looked at me seriously and his brows pulled together. Then he puckered up his lips and kissed mine.

Our first real kiss.

Yep, it was romantic and I felt special.

It was also cute as fuck, so as he pulled back looking very pleased with himself, I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us over. “You’re so romantic.”

He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to be startled or proud, so he finally settled on wrapping his arms around my neck and sighing. “You’re so silly.”

“You’re so sweet.” With him pinned to the floor of the playroom, I gave him a kiss that time, starting out soft and innocent. It didn’t stay that way, though. As soon as he moaned, I nibbled on his lower lip and made love to his mouth as his sexy sounds got louder.

He had a needy, dumbstruck look as I finally released his mouth and he held on tighter to keep me from going too far. “I’m really good at being romantic.”

“You are.” And he was wonderfully confident when he succeeded with something. “And you’re so good at it you made me think very grown-up thoughts. Is that okay?”

“Oh yes.” And the proud look was back. “I’m really smart too.”

“And sexy.” That finally got a giggle out of him. “Both of which helped me remember what else we were supposed to do.”

“Orgasm.” He was inching closer to his grown-up side as he sighed out the answer, but he wasn’t completely there yet.

“That’s right.” Giving him another kiss, a peck that time before I brushed my lips over his jaw, I made a thinking sound. “But now we have to figure out how you want to orgasm.”

“There’s lots of choices.” His body was trying to do a happy wiggle but he was still too trapped for that to work. “Toys and fingers and body parts and kisses and penises. Lots of ways.”

His helpful list had my brain and lower parts starting to wonder what he wanted the most.

“You’re right.” He was also happy to show me what else he wanted when he turned his head so I could get to his ear more easily.

And since that was behavior I wanted to reward, I made a pleased moan and whispered softly. “Thank you. Such a good boy.”

Nibbling and licking, I kissed his neck and ear until he was whimpering and squirming. “Have you decided how you want to come? I can’t wait to hear it.”

“I’m…” Moaning as my teeth teased his ear, he sucked in a breath and did his best to get words out. “I’m supposed to ask you what you want. Orgasms…orgasms aren’t just about me and your hands or penis. You’re a person too.”

Leander again.

“But my hands and penis really like you, so we’re not going to worry.” I was thoroughly enjoying exploring him and making him come.

So yeah…if we continued to tease my inner control freak instead of just my dick, well, I was fine with that.

“I liked making you come earlier and I think that would be fun to do again if that’s what you want.” I was genuinely curious about what his fantasy had been, especially after all our playtime. “If it makes you happy to hear, though, if I don’t come with you while I’m here, I’m going to jerk off as soon as I get back to my place.”

“Thinking about me? My penis?” His questions were always fascinating.

“And your ass.” Kissing his neck got another sexy moan, which made me chuckle, and he was big enough now that my laughter sent a shiver through him. “And your moans. I might just imagine your sounds while I jerk off.”

Because I’d heard them enough that I’d never forget them.

“Oh…” Terrence sighed like that was adorable and romantic. “Thank you.”

So cute.

“You’re welcome.” For whatever he thought I’d done. “Now tell me what you want so I can think about it later when I have my hand wrapped around my dick.”

“Aww…” Terrence leaned up and kissed my cheek. “Is it too soon to ask to play with your penis? Everyone has limits and I respect those.”

Well, that was good to know.

“Yes, you can play with my penis.” It was the most interesting conversation I’d ever had about orgasms. “And thank you for understanding that I have limits too.”

I’d actually run into subs who didn’t understand that limits were for everyone, so with Terrence’s unique way of seeing everything, I was very glad I didn’t have to explain that concept.

“I don’t like pain when it comes to my penis, and if my penis goes inside your ass, then we need a condom, but I’ve been tested recently, so we’re good if you want to lick it or play with it like that.” I wasn’t sure the best way to explain that considering his mixed headspace, but he grinned and gave a happy wiggle.

“I like licking. Thank you for letting me know. Oh, and I need to tell you that I’ve been tested recently too. Leander made me because I get distracted and have impulse control issues when I want something…and I wanted you.” He shrugged like there was nothing he could’ve done about it.

“So Leander made you get tested, huh?” They had the weirdest friendship. “He’s very smart.”

I’d seen Terrence’s impulse issues firsthand, so I appreciated someone taking care of him.

“He likes being right.” Pouting, Terrence frowned up at me. “Sometimes he’s right and that’s always frustrating.”

Laughter would not have been the right response and it probably would’ve confused him, so I did my best to keep a straight face as I sympathized. “It happens, but this time it was useful.”

Terrence nodded, his pout fading. “Oh, and I’m supposed to tell you that I like getting messy during sex but not outside of sex. So you may put your cum on me but we need to wash hands and that kind of stuff after.”

Good to know too.

“I will remember that.” Shifting to give him another kiss on his lips, I started kissing the other side of his face since it hadn’t gotten enough attention yet. “And I’m going to really think hard about that cum on you part.”

Giggling, he made a happy moan and pushed his hips up. “Hard.”

Yep.

“Very hard.” And very curious about what playing with my penis would entail. So I rolled us over again, letting his legs spread wide so he was straddling me. “And very ready for your attention too.”

Pushing himself up as he continued to snicker, he wiggled his hips and rubbed his ass over my erection. “I see.”

“No…you feel.” Being silly back got more happy sounds from him, but it also seemed to be the permission he’d been waiting for to take things further.

Wiggling lower until his ass was over my thighs, he pouted dramatically as he saw my pants. “Jeans. And a button. And a zipper.”

That was probably supposed to be sad, but I just flicked the button open and wiggled the top of the zipper at him. “Yep.”

They were ninety-nine percent of my wardrobe, so I wasn’t going to apologize for them. But that was okay because his mind was off in a new direction again. “Penis time.”

He really made me have to fight to keep a straight face a lot more often than he seemed to realize. “That’s right.”

All of his focus was on my pants and my dick, though, so even if I laughed, I wasn’t sure he’d have noticed it. “My Daddy is so helpful.”

I had a feeling that sentence should’ve ended with something about telling Leander, but he managed to stop himself. That might’ve been because his fingers had already reached out to ease down the zipper. “Little bit. And a little bit more. A tiny bit. I’m so careful. No nicking the pretty penis.”

Considering the fact that he hadn’t seen it yet, I was glad he was so confident.

Part of me wanted to ask what he was thinking but I had a feeling he’d tell me that all penises were pretty and then we’d get distracted by a whole new topic.

“Gonna say hi and then we’re going to play.” Eventually he’d remember that the penis in question was attached to a person, but for the moment, he was hyperfocused on that one particular part.

I’d seen him do the same thing when picking out paint and details like that, so I wasn’t offended. I was just as important as his kitchen and that seemed like a good place to start a relationship.

“You’re going to like playtime.” All it took was for him to barely inch down the boxer briefs I was wearing for the head of my dick to start trying to escape, and Terrence made the cutest excited inhale. “You want to play. We’re going to have so much fun.”

We were all going to have fun as long as I didn’t interrupt his playdate with silly things like logic or questions…like did he want to move playtime to his bed.

Yep, I was smart and he was having fun…so we were staying put.

All orgasms were good orgasms no matter where they took place…legal issues notwithstanding…and Terrence needed to be able to see that I was going to accept him for all his quirks and not start listing off where and when it was appropriate to have penis playtime.

But he still hadn’t remembered that I was attached to my dick when he started trying to free his new friend, and he jumped in surprise when I lifted my hips to make it easier. “Oh. Yes. Thank you, Daddy.”

Yep, I was a complete surprise.

“You’re welcome.” Wanting to get him back in his fun headspace, I reached down to free my erection. “Say hi. He’s lonely.”

Bingo.

Best Daddy ever.