“Daddy doesn’t grope us when we’re working,” I pointed out. “He waits until we’re on break and begging to grope him and have a snack.”
“Hmm, you’re right,” Murry slurred, his voice sounding sleepier than when he’d wandered out.
If I’d told him once, I’d told him a million times to keep his ass in bed and cuddle the pillow instead of rousing himself and looking for me. Restless nights were just a part of my DNA; they had been since I was young. Maybe it was all the late nights lying in bed with the pillow over my head, trying to drown outthe sound of my folks screaming at one another. Especially when they drank. It wasn’t more one than the other, either. They’d tie one on, then try to outdo one another in the war to see which one could be the biggest asshole. While they never got physical with one another, objects suffered their wrath on more than one occasion, with smashed dishes, busted glasses, and broken chairs left in their wake. Even potted plants weren’t safe. Dad had once punted Mom’s daisies out the window. The very next week, Mom retaliated by tossing the game console in the yard and running it over. Let it never be said that she hadn’t mastered the art of escalation.
“I’m not sure what I can do to reassure you that your jobs are secure besides proving it to you every day,” Daddy said. “I know that both our working and personal relationships are new, but that contract we signed is a legally binding document, so I know you saw the part where it specified a minimum of two years. Did you understand what that meant?”
From the other side of Daddy’s lap I heard Murry hum a sleepy, slurred version of the Jeopardy theme. I thought I knew, so I decided to just say it and see if I was right.
“It means that we’d work for you for at least two years,” I said. “But it also means we could work for you longer, too.”
“Exactly,” he confirmed. “With the time bonuses and incentives built in, the contract would continue rolling on until a time came when we wanted to amend or end it. But that point can’t come inside those first two years. Those are guaranteed. I think that will give us plenty of time to explore both relationships and decide how to proceed into the future.”
“S-so it’s like a safety net?” Murry asked, stretching his hand across Daddy’s lap for me to hold it.
“Yes,” Daddy replied. “For all of us. I’m assured of my wonderful models, and you are assured a job even if the personal side of things doesn’t work out between us.”
“It will,” Murry said, sounding completely sure of himself despite his sleepy state. “You’re a super cool Daddy, and we’re awesome pets. That’s a winning combination.”
“It sure is,” Daddy said. “And for the record, I share your feelings about us. I firmly believe that we make a wonderful team in and out of the studio. I would love to see our out-of-the-studio time extended, but you’ll have to decide when you’re ready to quit stripping. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to be comfortable with the decision.”
“I’m so ready to be done,” Murry murmured, giving my hand a squeeze. “Tired of feeling like a piece of meat. Tired of people yelling crass things at us. Tired of people thinking that dating us somehow means free entertainment for their friends whenever they take us to a party. It sucks not being seen as people.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Daddy huffed, growing tense beneath my cheek as I lay draped against him. “People have really done that shit to you?”
“Uh-huh,” I replied.
“No wonder Phoenix is so protective and did such a thorough job vetting me. I got calls from a handful of people after he made contact with them, and let me tell you, it was a tad bit terrifying to discover just how in-depth his questions were.”
“He can be a bit much sometimes,” I said. “But it’s just because he cares so much. His mom was a dancer, and she didn’t always have people watching over her, so he watches over all thedancers, and when people get out of line, he uses them as lawn darts.”
I felt Daddy chuckle before the sound rumbled up from his chest. “I can picture that clearly enough to say that I never want to experience it firsthand, especially if he decides to aim for a target.”
“Usually it’s one of the shrubs that line the sidewalk in front of the bar,” I explained as Murry let out a snore. “But he’s flattened so many of them over the last few years that there isn’t much to catch someone when he tosses them into them, so they just land on broken twigs and dirt.”
“Yeah, I will take a hard pass on that experience, thank you very much,” Daddy said. “That’s the kind of thing you watch from a distance and don’t get involved in.”
I giggled at that and did enough wiggling that I could sit up better. I wanted to kiss Daddy but wound up running my cheek up his chest instead. His t-shirt was made from a super soft material that felt like rubbing my face against a cloud, so I did it again and again and kept doing it until he groaned and gripped my hair.
“Are you trying to get me all worked up?” He growled, keeping his voice low to keep from waking Murry.
“Is it working?” I asked, grinning as he met my gaze.
He chuckled at that and released my hair so he could hike up his t-shirt enough for me to see that he was leaking. With Murry as dead weight on the other side of him, he couldn’t pull it off, but there was plenty of room for me to get what I was after.
“I pegged you correctly right from the beginning,” he growled as I leaned in to lap at the dribbles rolling down his chest. “You truly are a wicked little bad boy.”
“No, I’m not, Daddy,” I murmured in between licks, following the trail up to his nipple and circling it with my tongue. “It’s all for show. Murry is the real badass. He’s the one who breaks people when I can’t scare them off.”
“Really?” Daddy said as he petted my hair, exerting just enough pressure that I got the point and latched on, slowly beginning to suckle him. “I’ll have to keep an eye on him then. Not that it means I will take my eyes off you. I have quickly come to realize what a formidable team you two are, even when you’re being good.”
“We’re never naughty on purpose,” I murmured against his skin.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “You were just rubbing your cheek against my shirt on accident.”
“It’s so soft.”
He chuckled at that, and I felt the vibrations through my lips as I continued to nurse. Daddy groaned as I caressed his nipple with the tip of my tongue, coaxing more milk from him as I drank contentedly. The caress of his hand down my back sent a shiver through my body and left me wishing I hadn’t gone to bed in a tank top. I’d have rather felt his hand dragging over bare skin, but I wasn’t about to pause my snack to take it off.
