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I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to be in bed, playing with my hard cock, thinking about Daddy’s hands on me, and the way he’d managed to find all the parts of my body that tickled and tingled. I needed his big hands, just to have, tohold, and to control my every move.
It wasn’t until he messaged me agood morningand another reminder to shower, brush my teeth, and apply cute makeup that I actually got out of bed—and it was still earlier than both Keaton and Toby. I rolled right out of bed and into following Daddy’s instructions. I made sure to snap pictures of each one, obscuring the naughty parts in the shower with a hand for the first picture, and it wasn’t the first time I’d needed to use the five-second timer function.
After getting ready, I headed down to the bakery to begin my day. I hadn’t checked the replies to my messages, since the bakery was my focus zone. Toby was just getting up when I was wrapping my head in a pink bandana—since my hair was still a little wet, and it matched the highlight-blush combo.
A very good boy. Well-behaved. I wonder what other instructions you’ll follow?Daddy replied with an attached photo of him—a selfie in his firefighter T-shirt that clung to his muscles, his gorgeous face making eye contact with the camera and now with me. It turned something exciting in my belly.
Thank you, Daddy. I just wanted to make you proud.
One more thing. Don’t set the alarm today. I’ll be over at lunch. These guys here keep asking me about those cakes.
I squealed aloud. With nobody around to hear, I felt free to be even louder—but not too loud.
This was the happiest I’d been in years. Actually, getting my first job in the restaurant and working up to being adessert chef was the last time, followed by Keaton asking if I wanted to go into business with him and Toby—an absolute definite yes. It came with the apartment, which was somewhat cramped, but it wasours. And now I needed something that wasmine. Daddy Rick.
I was already in flow state when the others came down into the kitchen. They were still interrogating me with questions about last night and how I was feeling, and they even called him my boyfriend—but how much of a boyfriend could he be after one date? Even if I was calling him Daddy, that was play stuff, but a boyfriend was for real.
“We’re not boyfriends,” I said, looking at the timer for the croissants.
“Not yet,” Toby teased. “When you move out, we’re turning your room into a closet.”
“I never said that,” Keaton grumbled, grabbing an apron. “I just said, if you moved out, your room would be a nice storage closet.”
I pouted. “I’m never leaving you guys. Who else is going to teddy puddle pile with me on the beanbags?”
“Your new boyfriend,” Toby snickered.
“Daddy,” Keaton added.
“Well, we’ll see when he comes over for cupcakes at noon,” I told them.
They giggled. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. The last time it was Toby, and I was involved with the teasing, so I couldn’t really take much offense tothem doing it back to me. And eventually, it would be Keaton’s turn—if he could find someone to put up with how highly strung he was. He pulled the strings of the apron around to his front and sucked in deep before tying a knot in place—that’s how strung he was.
I thought I’d answered all their questions last night, but the question came about how big his dick was. Right from Toby’s lips to Keaton’s ears.
“Guys, what if a customer comes in?” I grumbled, tapping a filled tray of cupcakes on the counter to release any bubbles. “You know if Oliver came in, he’d use it to run us out of business, talking about dicks and stuff.”
“Well, we’re empty right now,” Keaton said, and as he looked back, the doorbell dinged and in walked officer Shane, ready for his mid-morning coffee and croissant—or bear claw.
“Morning,” he hollered through the store. “I promise I didn’t go toOllie’sfirst.” That meant he’d gone there first.
Ollie’s,the coffee shop run by Oliver Newson was our direct competitor. We didn’t offer seating or anything, we were just a bakery that also sold coffee. It was Keaton’s idea, something about good business. And he was right, a lot of customers ordered their fancy coffees, which Keaton had taken a course to learn, and ordered a cake—or a bake. It made me glad not to be on the cash register, but since the kitchen was close, we couldn’t escape working on it.
We hollered right back to him as Keaton sorted hisorder.
Toby continued to push the question, and then rolled out some royal icing, measuring the length of it and asking me when to stop. I giggled, playing along, but I wasn’t going to be honest about it. The last thing I wanted was him trying to take my Daddy—that would obviously never happen, I was the cutest.Giggle.
I sent Daddy Rick pictures throughout the day of things I was doing, alongside all the cakes and pastries. He kept telling me how good I was, and sending me pictures of what he was doing—the firetruck, and then a visit to the local school for a presentation about fire exits. He did a lot. I was surprised. I don’t think I’d ever really asked about his work—my brain just assumed, firemen answered calls, and most of them were from me.
The lunch rush arrived with Maggie hanging around the counter, gossiping about Ollie’s and how the book club she was in was awful. It was held at local community center, where we went for paint and sip—switching out our apple juice boxes for adult juice boxes, and our paper and pens for canvas and watercolors—but still repping our onesies. People in town spilled some of their biggest secrets to us. I think being outwardly gay and older women feeling comfortable with us had that effect, and personally, I loved it. Some of the women were friends with our moms too.
“So then she told me, ‘No Maggie, you’ve had enough wine,’ and I told her, ‘I want to read a horror.I’m sick of all thesesweet mysteries, or whatever they’re called,’” she said before getting blue frosting on her nose and laughing it off. “Anyway, I heard the Slayton kid, Reid is one of you.”
She hadallour attention now. We loved the Sharks, they were an attractive, very rough around the edges hockey team. I didn’t know anything about hockey, other than they would bash people against the rink, and it always looked like they were gonna bang each other. Which is why I was annoyed at those two for going to the rink without me. I loved watching them train in their training kits—or topless, whichever came first.
“So, his mom’s part of the book club, and she loves a red wine,” she said. “She said he’sgayand didn’t get the endorsements and stuff. Or that’s the rumor. But apparently, he’s living on one of the family rentals and playing for the Sharks now. I bet their first game of the season will be explosive.” She chuckled. “Oh, I hate violence, butdaaamn, those guys.”
