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

Chapter 11

Terrence

“Gonna make Daddy happy…hello there.” Wiggling lower and lower, I gave Daddy a kiss as I rubbed my penis against the floor. “More kisses because I’m romantic.”

And Leander was going to have to stuff it.

Daddy even stroked my head and made a happy sound as I gave him another kiss. “That’s right, baby. You give the best kisses and you’re wonderfully romantic.”

Licking got more happy sounds from Daddy and then he groaned, making me giggle and wiggle more. “And you…fuck…and you were thinking about how to romance me when you gave me my kiss before.”

Daddy was so smart…and my pretty rug was so squishy.

“You’re…” Kisses. Licks. Daddy groans. “You’re such a good Daddy.”

He knew I was making it special for him.

“You’re a good…a good boy for Daddy.” He sounded like he was going to tell me more about what a good boy I was, but he moaned when I gave him more open-mouthed kisses.

He liked those.

And he liked cute little kisses.

And he liked licks.

He liked all kinds of playtime.

“Hello there. You need more attention.” Allover attention, not just to the top. “The rest of you is lonely. I’m sorry.”

Daddy’s head was big but the rest was perfect for my mouth and I gave it lots of good kisses until I got to the bottom. “No hiding from your new special friend.”

“Oh.” Daddy was so helpful. “Thank you.”

Wiggling his pants lower, I found the rest that had been playing a different game. “No hide-and-seek from your friend.”

Everybody got kisses and licks and snuggly attention. “Not too smooth. Not too fuzzy. Just right.”

“I’m not a bowl of oatmeal.” Daddy was grumbly but he moaned as I giggled. “And you’re not a little blonde thief.”

“If I was, my Daddy would spank me.” Giving him more licks as he wiggled and moaned, I giggled and started working my way back up and giving the other side attention too. “He’d call me a naughty slut who was flirting with the big bears next door.”

I’d be a very good naughty Goldilocks.

Oh, I could hump the bears’ beds, not take a nap. Naps were boring but humpies were fun.

Daddy laughed and sent happy sparks through me, making me wiggle faster as I gave him more kisses. “Yes, I’d spank you for flirting with the bears. You’re my slut and I’d keep a very close eye on you.”

Yes, that was a much better way for that story to go.

“You might have to lock me up…or cage me…” He’d have to work hard at keeping me safe. I was a handful. “Kisses for Daddy…”

When I got to the tip, I gave it more big kisses before looking up at Daddy. “You’d have to spank me and lock me up and then make me give you big kisses so I remembered who I belonged to.”

Big kisses.

Helpless big kisses because I’d been naughty.

Daddy was smart and had a good imagination too. His hands moved to my head and he glared at me like I’d been a bad little slut. “You need to remember who you belong to, naughty slut.”

Yay.

“Oh, Daddy. I’ll be good.” Oh no. I’d been naughty. “Please don’t punish me.”

“You were naughty, little slut. You don’t get to beg for mercy.” Daddy’s voice was rough as he pushed my head lower. “Kisses are the only thing that will save you.”

Then that was what I’d have to do.

Oh well.

Wrapping my lips around him, I teased the tip with my tongue as I took him deeper and deeper.

Breathe through the nose. Swallowing is sexy but passing out is not.

Gotta make it up to my Master. I was a naughty slut who flirted with the bears and made a pest of myself.

Up and down again.

Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.

Remember oxygen.

Remember to look sorry not happy.

I’d been a bad slut.

Saying sorry was very important.

The best sorries were with mouths.

Up and down again.

Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.

Oh, Daddy liked good sorries.

He was trying to wait and get lots more but I was a good slut. Up and down. Big eyes. Swallow. Little gags were sexy. Big gags were messy.

Boom.

Did it.

Best sorry ever because I got sparklies too.

Swallowing Daddy’s cum as he said naughty words and cursed, I kept wiggling and showing him how sorry I was until he went soft and wiggled.

All done.

Being careful to tuck him back in his undies so we didn’t hurt his penis, I climbed up Daddy and stretched out on his chest. “I like playtime.”

“Me too.” Daddy kissed my head and gave me a big hug. “You make good games for us to play.”

“You play really good, Daddy. You’ve got a good imagination too.” Some people’s heads were very empty and that was okay, but I was glad Daddy wasn’t empty. “But now…now it’s time to…”

Ugh. Yawns were sneaky.

“Time to get you cleaned up?” Daddy kissed my head when I nodded. “I thought so. Did you have fun playing?”

“Lots.” I hid another sneaky yawn…well, I tried…but Daddy chuckled. “I’m not sleepy.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up. We won’t worry about anything else yet.” Daddy was smart and knew I wasn’t tired. “Jammies would be comfortable, though. How about a shower and jammies?”

“I’m…I’m kinda sticky, so yeah…let’s…you have to…” Shoot. Wiggles made me tired. “That’s a good idea.”

I liked being comfortable.

“You…you picked out good clothes for me but I’m…I’m sticky.” Daddy hadn’t made my clothes too tight or too pokey, but he was right about jammies being better.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll find something comfortable.” Daddy kissed my head before he rolled me off to the side. “I’m not Hulk or one of the bears from the story, so you’re going to have to stand up on your own.”

He was so silly.

“You could be Tony in one of his suits? Or a prince? They always carry princesses?” I managed to sit up but that was hard, so I held up my hands.

Daddy had to do the rest.

Yep, he was strong.

I knew it.

“See? You’re strong like Hulk.” He was just under…under something. “I lost a word, Daddy.”

He frowned and kissed my forehead as he helped me up. “What kind of word?”

“You were under something.” No, wait. That wasn’t right. “Under yourself? Not being nice to what you could do. Yes.”

His head cocked. “Underestimating myself?”

“Yes.” He really was smart. “You’re such a good Daddy. You give good orgasms and attention and you find the words.”

They just wandered off sometimes.

“I’m glad I can help.” He was so glad he gave me a cheek kiss. “I’m going to be a good Daddy now by helping you get more comfortable.”

“I’m sticky.” Looking down, I wiggled my feet in my special rug. “Leander said it was stupid because it was so expensive but it’s pretty and it’s squishy.”

“Don’t tell me how much the squish rug costs, please.” Daddy sighed when I giggled. “I have a feeling if Leander thought it was crazy, it’ll give me a heart attack.”

Yep.

“Yes, Daddy.” But I was going to buy another one so we could have playtime in the living room too. Maybe the bedroom. Oh, we needed to be able to play in the kitchen. “I don’t want you dead.”

I had lots of plans for him.

Daddy raised one eyebrow. “You’re thinking about a to-do list, not how wonderful I am.”

No giggles.

No giggles.

No giggles.

“Being a good to-do lister makes you very special.” Ha. No giggles. “Did I tell you I’m sticky?”

Yes, he needed a distraction.

It worked.

He sighed but he fixed his pants and took my hand. “Fine. You win.”

I liked winning.

“And you are sticky, so it’s the truth too.” His mouth frowned but his eyes giggled. “So you can’t get in trouble.”

Yay.

“Smart Daddy.” Kissing his cheek, I squeezed his hand. “You can get all clean too.”

“Thank you.” Daddy led me to my grown-up room and looked around. “I think we’re going to do grown-up jammies if that’s okay?”

I shrugged and nodded and smiled. “Yes. Here.”

Tugging and tugging, I took him to my dresser. “See? Which ones do you want? I want to be a…hmm…a dentist.”

The smiley face on my jammies had big teeth and Leander said they looked like dentist jammies.

Daddy grinned and showed his teeth like the smiley face. “I can see that. Okay, if I’m picking out jammies, does that mean I’m staying over? My jeans are comfortable, so I don’t need to change clothes even if we get a shower together.”

Daddy changed clothes to get ready for our date because I was too special to be dirty for, but he couldn’t sleep in his clothes even if they were still clean.

“You can’t sleep in jeans. I’ll be itchy.” And he looked squished, so I’d be uncomfortable too. “You can be…Scooby-Doo.”

Picking out the best pair for Daddy, I looked down. “Do you need undies?”

He shrugged. “Probably a good idea.”

“Okay.” Hmm. “You can have…the bigger ones.”

Daddy snickered. “Thank you.”

Silly goose.

“Can I wash my clothes before we go to bed? Later, of course.” He looked over at his pile in the corner. “I don’t want to start work dirty and then get dirtier.”

“Oh yes.” He thought about good stuff. “And tomorrow I’ll make you breakfast. You like my muffins.”

Daddy gave me a big smile. “The chocolate ones?”

“Yes.” Nothing yucky for Daddy. “The big chocolate ones.”

“You’re going to spoil me.” Daddy looked like he wanted to be spoiled. “But we’ve got about one more day and then you’re going to have your finished kitchen to cook in.”

Oh.

Hmm.

Daddy set the jammies on the dresser. “Come here. I know what that look means.”

“I don’t have a look.” I didn’t do stuff like that. “I was just thinking.”

Kinda.

Daddy huffed and glared at me as he kissed my head. “Bullshit. But that’s okay. I’m glad you don’t want me to leave.”

Hmm.

Well, if he’d already guessed.

“You’ve been here for years and years. You have to stay.” There had to be stuff to fix. “You said you were going to help with the sound stuff…and…and I need a bigger closet?”

Yes. Those were good ideas.

But Daddy shook his head ‘cause he was a meanie. “You’re going to see me lots and lots.”

“But I see you every day.” Almost. “You’re always here. I can go find a snack and find you and get attention and then go back to work. I like that. You have to stay.”

The house was old…we could keep him busy.

Daddies liked to stay busy.

“How about if I promise to see you at least once every day?” Daddy looked like he meant it but Daddies didn’t do that.

Maybe he didn’t know?

“Daddies don’t do that. They see you once or twice a week. If you do it more, they ask you if you’ve got a doctor person you talk to.” I didn’t understand why they asked that but they did. “They even asked Leander that, so it’s not me. It’s a rule.”

He’d thought it was rude too.

Daddy rolled his eyes. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. That’s dumber than stencils.”

Wow.

He thought that was dumb then.

“Really?” Daddy really, really didn’t like stencils. “They were sure about that.”

“I’m very serious.” Daddy kissed my nose. “Sometimes we’ll have breakfast together or sometimes dinner. We might figure out a way to take a late lunch so you can have your special nap time.”

Oh, that was a good plan.

“But you need time to recharge. Like a battery. The Doms said so.” Being in charge of people seemed hard for them. “When are you going to fill your battery?”

Daddy’s head cocked. “I spend all day with my cousins. Just being with you is going to be much more relaxing. They’re exhausting. We’re going to eat, talk, and orgasm. That’s not difficult.”

“I thought I was just smarter than them.” Maybe those Daddies were broken? Or lazy? “You might just be smarter than them too.”

I should’ve tried harder to find a smarter Daddy.

“We’re definitely smarter than them.” Daddy got a naughty look on his face. “And at the very least, if I need to help you be a good boy, I’m sure I can find things to bribe you with.”

“I like rewards, Daddy.” And presents. And orgasms. And attention. “I’ll be very good for you.”

Yep, smart Daddies were much better than dumb ones.