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

Chapter 15

Terrence

His family sounded exhausting, so I was pretty sure I’d need my orgasm later…but I was going to try not to tell Daddy that.

Leander would definitely say that was rude.

But I liked how protective it made Daddy, and he was going to smother me with attention, so it wasn’t all a bad thing.

It even got me another kiss and Daddy was looking much less stressed. “I’m feeling better, but let’s go relax and give you an orgasm.”

Yay.

“You can have one too. I’m kinda greedy but not big greedy.” Oops. “I’m slightly greedy but not overly so.”

Yes, that sounded much bigger.

Grown-up. That sounded more grown-up.

Ugh.

How was that so hard?

Daddy’s eyes sparkled but he didn’t laugh. “I don’t mind you being greedy.”

He gave me another kiss as I sighed. “So, tell me about relaxing orgasms.”

Hmm.

I thought about his order as he took my hand and started slowly leading me through the house, giving me a chance to be nosy, but I wasn’t sure where to start. “What part is confusing? You have a pretty house, Daddy.”

Shoot.

“Enzo.”

Daddy barely held back his laugh. “Thank you, and I guess I’m not sure what you’re picturing when you say relaxing. In my head that’s holding you and slowly making love, but I’m pretty sure we’re not imagining the same thing.”

We really weren’t.

It was fascinating.

“No, we’re not.” That was okay, though. He’d given me time to remember my manners so Leander wouldn’t be frustrated with me. “Do you have anything you want to do?”

Reminding myself I should’ve asked that at the beginning of the orgasm conversation, I was relieved when Daddy shook his head. “No. I just want to spend time with you.”

Good…because I knew what we should do together.

“I would like a slow-building spanking that ends in an orgasm, please.” It sounded perfect. “You can tell me to hump your lap or you can make me come some other way. I’m flexible.”

Daddy snickered. “No, you’re not, but it’s part of what I enjoy about you.”

He was ridiculous.

“I’m very flexible.” I just had certain things that I liked and there was always a right order to do them in. “But everyone is allowed to have their own opinions, so thank you for sharing yours with me.”

And I was polite too.

Daddy rolled his eyes. “You believe that, so thank you for having such good manners.”

He was such a brat sometimes.

“You know, every time I think about introducing you to Leander, you say something that makes me realize it would be a bad idea.” They’d be trouble together.

“You’re adorable.” Daddy kissed my head as we made it to the top of the stairs. “And I think a spanking sounds like fun.”

Yay.

“Slow-building meaning spanks that slowly get more intense and I’m spacing them out?” Daddy asked very good questions and just kept asking them as he led me over to the bed and started taking my clothes off.

When he’d asked a thousand and was feeling very proud of himself for having a thorough limits conversation, he nodded his head and looked very confident. “Thank you for making sure I understand exactly what you need.”

Limits discussions were exhausting but I was hoping this would be a do it well once kind of thing. “That will always be one of the top options for a relaxing orgasm. But there are other versions, so let me know when we should go over those.”

Daddy cocked his head. “When you get in trouble…there will be a time where you’re going to need to be punished for something interesting…you’re going to have to write out five different variations on what the relaxing orgasm scene could look like.”

Ugh.

“That’s…” So boring. “I’d have to write about how to give me a good orgasm without actually getting one?”

Daddy grinned. “Devious, isn’t it?”

Someone needed to remind me to be good…that was definitely going to be Leander’s job.

“Yes.” There were other more exact words for it, though. “I won’t forget it either.”

Looking very proud of himself, Daddy’s grin got wider and sent sparkles through me. “And the beauty of that punishment is that you’re going to have dozens of different types of orgasms, so the chances of us running out any time soon are slim to none.”

I’d done this to myself somehow.

“You pay too much attention to me sometimes.” I was being serious but he looked like he wanted to giggle. “That’s just really dangerous and I feel kind of stupid for not figuring that out sooner.”

“Aww.” Daddy gave me a quick kiss before kneeling down in front of me. “You say the sweetest things. But now it’s time to step out of your pants.”

I’d lost my shoes already somehow, but Daddy helped me stay steady as I stepped out of the last of my clothes. “You’re smart about a lot of things. You always know when something in my house is going to break.”

Daddy sighed. “Something else in your house.”

Yeah.

“We’re going to talk about how to handle all that stuff, though.” Standing up, Daddy kissed my cheek. “One thing at a time, and if it gets hectic, you just come here.”

Hmm.

“I’d need a playroom.” I shrugged. “I’d have to.”

“Yep.” Daddy kissed my nose that time. “And you’d need an office space. You can’t work at the dining room table all the time even if I don’t use it much.”

I’d seen another big table in the corner of his kitchen by the doorway, so that was okay. I could eat anywhere as long as I didn’t have to do it standing up. “You’d need a big Daddy chair too. You don’t have one.”

“You’re right.” He kissed my other cheek to make me balanced as his hand moved me closer to the bed. “What else do I need?”

“Toys for the playroom.” That was the best place to start because it’d be fun. “Baking stuff in the kitchen? You don’t seem like you bake.”

“No, but I can make a fabulous lasagna, American or the European kind.”

What?

“There’s more than one kind?” Somehow my leg missed the bed as I tried to climb up and I almost hit the floor…but Daddy was fast. “Thank you. There’s more than one kind?”

Daddy looked very proud of himself. “It seems like I’m smart about some unexpected things.”

“Why is there more than one? How did that happen? Why would we need two?” I could’ve kept going—it was confusing—but Daddy picked me up and put me on the bed. “Wait.”

“No.” Moving me around, he stretched me out over his lap. “We’ll have the lasagna discussion later and then we can talk about the different types of pasta in the store. For someone who loves noodles so much, you only have the cheapest crap kind.”

“It’s all dried wheat. There can’t be a difference.” Was there? “It can’t be different. It’s not like cookies.”

His puff of laughter was very self-righteous…and very sexy.

“Damn it. Don’t make me orgasm before I figure out the flour.” He was as dramatic as Leander but he was more devious.

Was that the difference between Doms and subs?

“I’m not going to agree to that because there is a very tempting tushy in front of me that needs to be made even prettier.” Daddy sounded very Daddy and made a silly, pleased sound when I started to grumble. “Coloring makes everything better.”

I had every intention of telling him to stop being cute so I didn’t end up little, but he smacked my bottom.

“Oh, that’s so pretty…and listen to that happy sound. You’re being such a good boy for Daddy.” He was being so naughty…but he was rubbing my bottom…so I decided to tell him he was naughty later. “Let’s make that bottom even prettier.”

Moaning as he spanked my other cheek, I pressed my face into the bed as the warm heat moved slowly through me like a wave.

Daddy was really good at taking directions.

Probably because he was so planner smart.

“Oh yes, that’s such a cute tushy.” He was kind of evil, though. “Do you like our game, sweet boy?”

How he could be so naughty and sound like a happy Disney character, I had no idea.

But I liked it.

And he knew it.

Ugh.

“Yes, Daddy.” No, Enzo. I was going to fix it but he spanked me again. “ Daddy …”

“Yes, that’s my good boy.” Daddy ran his spanking hand over my bottom and he used his other hand to stroke my head. “So relaxed and so sweet.”

I liked being Daddy’s good boy…but I really liked my spanking.

The warm waves kept rolling through me and Daddy kept rubbing his favorite pink parts. He was so happy every time I moaned.

He called me his good boy.

“You come up with the best games, sweet boy. I like playing with you.” Devious Daddy was still sounding too happy, but it just made it even better and my brain started to forget why I was supposed to be grumbling. “Oh, you’re so cute. Yes, spread your legs for Daddy. That makes the game even better.”

Naughty. Naughty Daddy.

But he had very nice fingers.

“Oh, that tickles, doesn’t it?” Daddy softly ran his fingers around my achy place and he chuckled when I nodded and shivered again because of his happy sounds. “I like tickling my sweet boy.”

He shouldn’t…

He really shouldn’t say it like…like that.

Ugh.

“Such good sounds from my boy, and look, you’re already humping my lap.” He was so happy and so proud of me that he made me giggle. “Oh, my happy, humpy boy.”

Daddy was so funny.

He even laughed too and that made me more wigglier. “You’re so cute. Yes, that’s my good boy with his pretty bottom.”

My warm pretty bottom.

Daddy was so good at making me feel good and that was so good.

“I love your sounds, baby boy. That’s right. More happy humpies. Show me how much you like your spanking.” Daddy gave the best orders. “Are you thinking about the games we can play later?”

Oh, more games.

“I…I like games, Daddy.” Lots. I liked them lots. “Big games and little games and silly games.”

“And naughty games?” Daddy snickered when I giggled and nodded. “I have a good game we can play.”

I was going to ask what kind of game, but he gave me two more of the best spanks and my brains went boom and scattered like Legos when they got dropped.

So I humped and made happy sounds as I picked them all up, but it was so distracting I missed something important.

The naughty stuff.

Daddy was very pleased with himself when he slid one finger inside me and I moaned. “Yes, this is going to make your spanking even more relaxing.”

He…he didn’t understand…he didn’t understand that word.

“You’re going to be my happy little omega. Just like the book Leander is reading.” Daddy laughed when I groaned. “Yes, we all heard about that. So let’s play pretend.”

Daddy picked out naughty games.

He was the best.

“Clench your slick hole for Daddy. Yes, that’s my good omega.” It was Daddy’s turn to moan even though it was my slick he was playing with. “This is the prettiest bottom on the cutest omega.”

I was going to tell him what a good omega I was, but he spanked me again. The heat went through me and he tickled me again and squeezed my cheeks. Then he made a happy sound. The words just wouldn’t stay put, but that was okay because he liked my wiggles and my moans.

“I think my omega is ready to be knotted.” Daddy sounded so happy that it took me another spank before I realized what he’d said.

Knotted.

“Please. I. Please. Alpha. I.” I was trying to get better words out but they kept disappearing and wouldn’t stay put.

“Oh, such sweet begging.” Daddy’s voice went deeper as he eased his finger out of my slick hole. “Who’s going to knot you and claim you, little omega?”

“You…oh…” He’d found the good toy. “Alpha…”

Daddy squeezed one cheek as he eased the alpha cock inside me. “That’s right…and what is your alpha going to do to this slick, tight little hole?”

He was going to make me moan and wiggle and clench and beg…yes… “Please…Alpha…please…”

Daddy’s wicked chuckle sent a shiver through me and that just made the cock feel thicker. “That’s right. Your alpha is going to knot his needy omega.”

Oh wow.

He’d figured out the toy.

The knot part got bigger, and every time I moaned, he made sexy, happy sounds, which made me moan more. Then the knot started pressing against my button and he spanked me again. Then everything went fuzzy.

And sparkly.

And warm.

And tingly.

And messy.

And perfect.