blanket over him so he could rest. He was going to need his energy tonight.
19
Sam
My cheeks heated the moment I woke up and realized I hadn’t been dreaming. Daddy really had
walked in on me jerking off and watching porn. Listening to him talk about what it would feel like if I
could fuck him was hot at the time, but now that the logical part of my brain engaged again, it made
me sad.
I wanted every single thing he’d described. It wasn’t often that I wished I had a dick, but I had
silently struggled with the fact I would never know what it felt like to fuck someone. Sure, there were
toys out there that would allow me to penetrate a partner, but it wasn’t the same. We’d both know it
was a piece of silicone and not a part of my body inside of him.
“Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Daddy ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed
the base of my neck. “Today’s supposed to be a happy day.”
“It is.” I didn’t sound convincing, even to my own ears.
“Would your birthday present help cheer you up?”
Yep. That would help. He’d spent the entire weekend of my birthday taunting me about how much
I was going to like my present, but then things had gone wonky and I’d completely forgotten about it
because I was focused on finishing school.
But now, I didn’t have anything else to do and he’d said it was something that was for both of us
to enjoy. I sat up so quickly, Daddy fell to his stomach on the bed. “Oops, sorry.”
“You sure don’t sound very sorry,” he mused as he pushed himself upright and sat against the
pillows. He reached for a big box sitting on the nightstand. He handed it to me, and I tried figuring out
what it was by the weight of it. I looked over at him, brows furrowed, and couldn’t help but laugh at
the combination of anxiety and excitement on his face. He was practically vibrating with anticipation.
I flipped the box over a couple of times, throwing out random guesses as to what might be inside.
“There’s an easier way, you know.”
Daddy grumbled as I took my time, trying to be careful to save the bow and not rip the paper. The
wrapping paper was seriously cute. It was tie dyed with unicorns dancing all over it. I stuck my
tongue out at him. “Don’t blame me! If you don’t want me to save the paper, wrap it in something ugly
next time.”
