and checkered flags all over them that screamed “I like being Daddy’s little boy.” Even the shirt,
which was obviously cut off would only raise red flags in my own mind.
“Will you let me get you dressed for bed, sweetheart?” Daddy kept his voice soft and steady as he
took my hand again, this time guiding me past the couch to where he had a blanket laid out on the floor
near my road rug. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder when he caught me staring at the container of toy
cars. “You can play with your cars once we get you changed.”
Daddy groaned as he kneeled, holding onto my hand until I joined him on the blanket. He combed
his fingers through my hair. “That’s my good boy. I know you’re worried, but I’ve got you. I won’t let
anything happen.”
“But what if…” My gaze drifted toward the bedroom door.
“Don’t worry about that right now, baby. She’s sleeping. Let me help you,” he urged. I nodded,
unable to think of the right thing to say. I lifted my arms, allowing Daddy to take off my shirt. His
fingers ghosted down my sides, making me squirm. He leaned forward, pressing kisses along my
collarbone. “Such a brave boy.”
He obviously didn’t notice how my hands shook. I felt silly in the sleep shirt that didn’t reach my
belly button. Daddy ran his fingers along the cropped hem. I wiggled again. “That tickles!”
“Shhh, you have to be quiet, baby.” He braced one hand against my back as he eased me back until
I lay on the floor. His nostrils flared as he looked down at me. He swatted my hands away when I
tried hiding my arousal. “Let me see. Show Daddy how much you like being his baby boy.”
I moaned, arching my back off the floor as he trailed a finger down my length. “Please, Daddy.”
“Not tonight,” he reminded me. “I made you a promise and I’m going to live by that. But I might
have to tease you a little bit. You can’t help but get hard for Daddy, can you?”
He kept taunting me as he flicked open the button on my pants. I lifted my hips so he could pull
them down, exposing all of me. “Someday, I want to try going even further with you. It won’t be an all
the time thing, but I’d bet you’d love me sending you to work in a pair of training pants to remind you
who you belong to.”
I shook my head, clenching my eyes shut so he didn’t see the raw need behind them. My heart
raced so fast I worried I’d pass out, and I couldn’t decide if it was eager for him to push me or scared
someone might notice.
“Don’t worry, I know you’re not ready for that yet.” He cupped my dick again. “But it would also
