crack, sliding deeper between my legs. No one had touched me there. I held my breath, waiting for
him to feel the very obvious differences between me and the other boys he’d been with.
“You weren’t lying, baby. You’re definitely messy.” I whimpered as he ran his finger through my
arousal. “That could be really convenient later.”
“Not now?” I whined. God, he was going to kill me if he kept getting me close to an orgasm and
then backed off.
“Not now,” he confirmed. “My precious boy has homework to do and I need to get all your things
put away. If you’re good, maybe Daddy will help you with that before bedtime.”
Bedtime? Did that mean he was hoping I’d stay here tonight? God, I hoped so. He’d bought me a
couple pairs of jammies, and I really wanted him to put me in them so I could see if they looked as
cute as he said they would.
“Lay down at the foot of the bed. I need to grab something and then I’ll get you into clean undies.”
He watched me as I scooted away from him. I felt awkward and exposed, unsure where to put my
hands. Theron licked his lips. It was hard to miss the outline of his erection. Maybe if I wasreally
good, both of us could have a treat before bedtime. “I think I might have to do some more shopping
while you’re working.”
“You already bought too much,” I protested. I wasn’t used to people lavishing me with gifts, and I
almost felt sick to my stomach when I saw the total at the store. No, I didn’t need more things.
“This is a necessity, I think.” Theron swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “If my boy gets that
messy when he’s turned on, I think we’re going to need some training pants. That way, I can tease you
without having to worry about you soaking through your big boy undies.”
Oh. Well, that was different. I still felt weird about it, but I’d always wanted to try the thicker,
padded underwear. And as a bonus, they made them in even brighter, funner prints than the ones he’d
already picked out.
Besides, who was I to disagree? Daddy knew best, after all. I reached down, pressing my palm
against my junk, arching my hips up to get some friction. Theron batted my hand away. “Nope. Good
boys definitely do not play with their treasures when they haven’t been given permission. Do you
want Daddy to play with it later?”
“My treasures?”
“Daddy can’t have you calling it your junk, now can he?” I went perfectly still when he stepped
