“You didn’t even look,” I tease.
“Sure I did, and they weren’t in your closet.”
“They’re in my dresser.” I point, and he looks.
“Eh, it’s too late now.” He pulls on my pants. “I better be careful, though. I don’t want to zipper up any important bits.” I shudder at the thought. Yeah, that sounds awful.
Once he has me dressed, he pulls my t-shirt over his head, revealing his gloriously naked body to me.
God, he looks so good in my clothes, but even better without them on. When he pulls on his pants without underwear I blink at him.
“What? I’m out of clean underwear. So we can be commando twins.”
“I’m fine with that.” Too bad his pants are so tight, I can’t tell he’s free-balling it.
“Alright. Let’s get anything you want over at my house and we’ll head out soon.”
As soon as we get to his house, he helps me change into some jammies with my favorite butt flap.
I’m lying down chest first on the bed with my legs over the side while he spends a rather long time staring at my ass. I’m sure he’s going to fuck me when he quick closes the flap and helps me stand up.
“Why don’t we go put all of your painting stuff in the spare room?”
That’s a quick subject change, but I roll with it. We did just fuck this morning, so I can wait. Not that I would say no to his dick.
“Good idea, then it won’t be in the way,” I say.
He follows me down the hall, and I pause in the doorway. The room looks so different from the last time I was in here. All of my craft supplies are organized and stored in colorful bins on tall shelves. The walls are painted a soft blue color except for one that’s all black.
“It’s a chalkboard wall. You can write all over it.”
“Really?” I run over and grab a piece of chalk from the bucket on the floor. Then I write “Thank you, Daddy” in big bold print.
“You’re very welcome.” He steps into my arms and places his chin on my chest. “I want you to have everything you need when you’re here, and while you might not be Little all the time, I got you some more toys to try.”
“More toys?” Seriously!
“Just go take a look.”
I head over to the far corner, and it’s set up differently from the rest of the room. There’s a puffy-looking couch with piles of pillows and blankets, some toy cars, and blocks.
He is giving me the option to be Little because he wants to try it with me.
This is all too much. I try to hold my tears back, but I’m so overwhelmed.
“Hey, babe. It’s okay.” Daddy rubs my back. “I know that this might be a lot to take in, but?—”
“It’s just so special,” I bawl. “You do so much for me, and I don’t do anything for you.” The tears keep coming.
“Of course you do.” He pulls me to the couch, and I sit across his lap. “I didn’t even realize it before, but I was lonely. I was so busy trying to fill that void with as many men as possible, but it was never enough. That’s why I had to go out almost every night.” I sniffle, and he wipes my cheek. “But with you, I don’t feel lonely anymore. You make me feel like I’m special and you need me. That’s a big feeling for Daddies. I didn’t know how much I was missing until I met you.”
God, that’s so damn sweet.
I think I love this man, but I still don’t understand what he gets from our relationship.
“I’m glad I make you feel that way, but what do I bring to this relationship? I just do art and let you take care of me.”
“That’s what I was missing. Someone to care for, someone to spoil and look after, not to mention your milk.” He gently pinches a nipple playfully, but I’m still good, so I don’t leak, but I do hiss in pleasure. “And sex with you is the best sex I’ve ever had.”
