Page 105 of Always All for Daddy


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I sigh and burrow into his neck, biting at his skin and loving the way he shivers. Suddenly, a thought hits me, and I jerk back.

"Are the punishments applying from this moment on?"

Daddy narrows his eyes at me. "Why are you asking, boy?"

"Can we start applying them from tomorrow?" I really, really don't want to be punished.

"You have something to tell me?"

I flinch.

Fuck yes, I have a few more things I haven't told my Daddy.

"Boy," Daddy says, using that stern voice.

"I promise it's not that bad."

"Start speaking, boy."

I sigh, but I know I have no other choice. I decide to start with the smallest thing.

"Do you remember the guy who hit you in the bar?"

Daddy frowns. "Yes, I remember. What about him?"

"Well, I kind of stalked him, learned he's an abusive fucker, and killed him. Oh, and I played with his fingers and made a heart," I say with a wide grin.

Daddy blinks. Then blinks again.

I bite my lip nervously, which seems to snap him out of it. He kisses me, and I relax into his arms.

"What else?"

His easy acceptance makes my heart soar.

"Well…" I blush, really not wanting to admit this next part. "I was the reason you got hired by Ethan. I was also the reason you got promoted."

Daddy looks shocked. When he tries to pull back, I latch onto him.

"Even though I'm the reason for it, Ethan really likes you. He's told me several times he's lucky to have you working for him."

"I-" Daddy begins, then stops and shakes his head. "I don't know how to process this. I thought I was the one who achieved this."

"You are! I just… helped a little bit. Please don't feel like you didn't deserve it. You've always worked hard and done your best. I'm proud of you, Daddy."

His eyes mist, but he only nods and kisses me gently.

"Thank you, boy," he whispers against my lips.

"Always, all for you," I whisper back.

"And always, all for you too, my precious one."

There's only one last thing I need to share.

Even though it's the last thing I want to do, I get up, go to my drawer, and return to Daddy's arms with Mr. BoBunny.

"This is Mr. BoBunny," I say quietly.