“Yes, Daddy,” he said with a zealous look in his eyes.
As I buttoned up my pants and buckled my belt, I took a mental picture of him splayed out on my desk, smug as a cat. He watched me, quiet and content as I tended to him, wiping him down with some tissues, pulling up his thong and tucking his cock and balls back inside, rearranging his fishnets. I rubbed the bite mark I’d left on his neck and fixed his smudged makeup. His mouth looked like he’d been sucking on a cock, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. Anyone with eyes knew we were fucking and that he was mine. When he was mostly put back together, I offered him my hand.
“Can you stand?” I asked. He got to his feet gingerly, his long legs balancing on his platform boots. “Are you going to behave tonight?” I asked, kissing his temple and breathing in his sweet musk. “Or am I going to have to spank you later?”
“You’re going to have to spank me,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “Or whip me with your tail?”
I swallowed, surprised yet again by his ability to up the ante. “You’d like that?”
“I’d love that.”
He leaned up to give my cheek a peck, and I drew him back into my arms, so I could kiss him properly and claim his mouth just as I’d claimed his ass. I could spend a whole day just doing this. I drew my hands down his back, then pressed two fingers against the strap of leather wedged between his ass cheeks. “This plug stays in until you get back to your room tonight.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now go back out there and have fun with your friend. Don’t leave without saying goodnight. I want to make sure someone walks you home.” I squeezed his ass once more for good luck. “And remember who this belongs to.”
“All yours, Daddy, I swear.”
I opened the door and led him back out to the bar, watching him struggle to walk straight. Monica teased him about it and when Skylar wasn’t looking, she shot me a look of warning. I nodded, message received. I mixed drinks for them both throughout my shift while they enjoyed themselves on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with each other and our motley crew of patrons. I resisted the urge to piss on Skylar’s leg to mark him as my own, though I did aim a couple death glares at Gunther and Dorth. At the end of the night, I told Frito to walk them home while I closed up the bar, and when my cousin returned, I asked for a report.
“They were drinking by the pool,” he said dutifully. I nodded, thinking I might stop by later, just to check in on him. I was behind the register, counting up the till when my summoner hummed in my back pocket. I pulled it out and flipped it open to see Skylar’s face materialize in the antique mirror. He was grinning, eyes glassy, clearly drunk.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hey, baby, have you had enough to drink yet?”
“Yes,” he said, still smiling. “I’m done now. We ran out.”
Thank God for small blessings. We might need to make a new rule about drinking in moderation.
“Did you have fun tonight with Monica?” I asked.
“Yes, did you see us?”
“Couldn’t tear my eyes away,” I said with more than a little longing.
“I’ve been thinking…” he said while dragging his sharp teeth across his plush lower lip without biting down, proving that even while intoxicated, Daddy’s rules still applied.
“What have you been thinking, gorgeous?” I asked because he seemed to have lost his train of thought.
“Ten pups is a lot.”
I grinned. So, this was what he thought about when his inhibitions were lowered? “Is ten too many?”
“I’m afraid my pelvic floor will give out. Ten is a lot forone womb to carry.”
The thought of him tottering around with a big belly and swollen, leaky tits was making me hard. “Do fae produce milk?”
“More like nectar. It’s thick and sweet. Babies feed on that until they’re old enough for honey.”
“Sweet, just like the rest of you.” In my mind he was already round with our pup, his chest tender and his nipples big and puffy. I wondered if fae were similar to other mammals, if stimulating his nipples might get the nectar flowing. I’d certainly enjoy exercising his hole to prepare him for birth, stretching him slowly in a nest of pillows until he was flush and tingling all over, his body primed for labor.
But only if he wanted that too.
“How will we take care of them all?” Skylar asked, still stuck on the logistics.
I grinned, delighted that he was even considering it. Ten was probably too many. I didn’t want to wear him out, physically or emotionally.
