Whether I was in my little space or not, I felt settled in a way I hadn’t before.
“Daddy?” I asked on Monday night as we were hanging out after dinner.
“What’s up, baby boy?” He glanced at me over his sketchpad and smiled.
“I was thinking, do you think I’m feeling so good now because we’re doing all the”—I whispered—“adult stuff together?”
He chuckled, but really thought about it. “I guess that could be true. Do you feel more connected to me now?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then it might be just what we needed to do to make both of us feel more secure.”
I thought about this for a moment, then realized what he’d said. My mouth went all O shaped as I looked at him. He merely winked at me and continued to work.
I was coloring on the floor with my stuffies next to me as an audience. I had colored most of my books and we’d agreed that I should get some new ones soon. It was something I liked to do when I was bigger, too, nowadays. It made me feel peaceful.
“Do you mind if I put on one of my shows?” Daddy asked after a while.
“Nope!” I popped the P and giggled, then continued to color.
The drone of the show, since I still couldn’t understand Finnish—not that I likely ever would, cool language as it might’ve been to know—kind of made me a bit sleepy. Eventually, I put my crayons in the box I kept them in and piled them on top of the coloring book, then pushed those under the coffee table.
I turned all my stuffies so they could watch the TV. Then I figured they might get scared because it could be a scary show and turned them back around. That wasn’t perfect, either, so I grabbed them all and put them to bed on the end of the couch where they couldn’t see the screen.
Then I climbed on the couch and went to cuddle with Daddy.
“Tired, baby?”
“Uh-huh….” I yawned.
Tonya was under my arm like always, so I handed her to Daddy, then reached for the drawstring of Daddy’s sweats.
At the last moment I remembered the rules. “Daddy, can I touch your thing?”
“Good boy.” He petted my head. “Yes, you can.”
I fished out his thing and laid down so my head was on his lap. Then I put my mouth on his thing and held out my hand.
Daddy handed Tonya over and I put her under my arm. Then I curled up and held Daddy’s thing in my mouth like a pacifier. I hummed happily, even when it moved a little and got thicker, but I soon dozed off as Daddy watched his show and stroked my hip with his fingers.
I woke up, feeling groggy, and moved my head enough that Daddy’s cock slipped out of my mouth. I smiled sleepily, gave it a kiss, and tucked it back into his sweats.
“Good nap?” Daddy asked, amusement in his voice.
“Yeah, thanks for the pacifier.” I grinned at him.
“Anytime.” I leaned in to kiss him and he kissed me back with more passion than I’d expected. Then I realized that I’d spent time nursing on his cock and… yeah. I put my hand over his dick and rubbed him through the sweats. “Can we play a little before we go to sleep?”
He turned from Daddy to Sir in front of my eyes and smirked a little. “Go take care of everything you need to do in the bathroom and once you’re ready, wait for me on the rug at the end of the bed.”
I swallowed hard, excitement coursing through me like wildfire. “Yes, Sir.”
I left Tonya on the couch with the others and dashed into the bathroom. We’d taken showers earlier, so I didn’t have much to do. It took me five minutes to pee, brush my teeth, and get undressed. Oh, and fold my clothes neatly, because while Sir might’ve not been super strict about that, I hated mess.
Then I went to the center of the rug and knelt, my hands neatly on my thighs which was how Sir had once told me he preferred. I hadn’t knelt for him like this before; we hadn’t had the time especially once the little side came to call so forcefully.
I breathed in deep and tried to concentrate on nothing at all. I knew I’d drive myself crazy trying to listen to all the sounds Sir was making, so I just… existed, waiting for him.
