Chapter 6

Dessie

Just a tiny sip.

Had to stay big.

Had to stay just happy silly or Tyson was going to worry.

"You do not look as innocent as you think you do." Tyson gave me a side-eye that made me want to laugh again. "You look almost Austin-level naughty."

The giggle escaped.

Oops.

He rolled his eyes but opened the door to the pool house and let me walk in first. "Naughty boy."

Tyson's gruff tone was doing wicked things to me without him realizing it, but it was the way his eyes were twinkling that made me want to jump on him again. "Sorry, Daddy."

Not really but I liked saying it.

And judging by the quiet sound he made, almost a moan, he liked hearing it.

"I'm not sure you are, but we'll see." Being gruff seemed to make him feel more confident and he even squeezed my hand as he led us over to the couch, barely glancing at the rest of the room or the mural on the wall.

Daddy Tyson was just looking at me…very suspiciously. "I wonder what Austin would say about you being so naughty already."

That I was pushing my luck, probably.

"He's always naughty." That was a much better answer, though, and I even gave Daddy Tyson wide eyes so I looked cute. "I'm not that naughty, though, Daddy."

Barely managing not to laugh, he raised one eyebrow as he carefully took my new glass of wine out of my other hand. "Hmm, then I probably shouldn't tell you that I was hoping I had a naughty boy to cuddle."

He was so good at being a Daddy.

"Maybe I'm a tiny bit naughty?" Just enough to get good cuddles.

I wasn't going to hope too much for more because that might be mean.

Maybe?

I wasn't sure, but Austin didn't seem worried that I was excited, so it couldn't be too bad.

Daddy Tyson finally chuckled as he put my wine down on the end table and sat on the couch. "Come here."

Yay.

Lap cuddles.

That meant I hadn't made him too nervous yet, but I was good and sat down carefully, not wiggling too much at all.

Just a small one.

I had to make sure Daddy Tyson was excited for lap cuddles too.

He was.

He also raised one eyebrow and gave me a Daddy look. "What are you doing?"

Hmm.

"Making sure you were excited about lap cuddles too." Yes, honesty was the best policy because it made him laugh and he flexed under my bottom to prove I'd been right.

"I am." Wrapping one arm around my back, he gave me my glass with his other hand. "Here you go."

Hmm.

"Are you sure, Daddy?" I had to be careful with him. "What color are you?"

Daddy Tyson sighed and was very dramatic, but he was a good boy. "I'm green."

I gave him my best Austin being skeptical look and he laughed. "Okay, I'm green about kissing and touching you and having you cuddling on my lap and about how cute you are when you call me Daddy."

That was believable.

"That's very good communication, Daddy." He was so good that I kissed his cheek. "Now what are you yellow about?"

There was at least a tiny bit 'cause he'd been so specific about his green.

Daddy Tyson got more dramatic but he eventually stopped sighing. "I'm yellow about taking off my shirt."

"Thank you for telling me that with your words, Daddy." Yes, he'd been a good boy too. "But we're allowed to be yellow about stuff, aren't we?"

Yes, that was a good Austin question too.

Daddy frowned and studied me. "You're channeling Austin."

I giggled but made my eyes really wide like Charlie when he'd been naughty. "Oh, Daddy. Why would you say that?"

I hadn't lied.

I was amazing.

He barked out a laugh. "Naughty boy."

Maybe, but I'd made Daddy laugh and he'd started rubbing my back. So I took a sip of my grown-up juice and waited and waited and waited.

It made Daddy sigh again, but he wasn't too dramatic that time. "Yes, we're allowed to be yellow about things. Especially when something is new."

"That's right." More cheek kisses for my good boy Daddy. "But it's also okay to remember that even if something makes us yellow, it can make our scene partner or naughty friend very green. Austin has lots of stuff that he's very bright green on but that makes me nervous."

Leaning in close, I whispered into Daddy's ear. "He even thinks it's green to get a diaper changed downstairs where everyone can watch."

Daddy raised one eyebrow as I sat back. "Well, Austin does like being watched."

Oh yes.

"But I'm yellow on that and maybe I'm red." I shrugged without making my juice slosh at all. Nope. I didn't spill it. "I don't know yet but that's okay too."

"It is okay." Daddy liked talking about me better, but since that was kind of a Daddy thing to do, I didn't mind. "It's something we can talk about later if you want. I don't think that would be red for me."

That was fascinating.

"Why?" Daddies were so interesting.

"I don't know." Giving me a thinking frown, he shrugged. "My first thought was that I wouldn't mind taking care of you and my second was kind of…well…it was that I wouldn't mind showing off how cute you were."

Giggling, I kissed his cheek again. "I am cute, Daddy."

He kissed my cheek that time. "See? Another thing we agree on."

We were amazing.

Taking another sip, I wiggled just a tiny bit closer to Daddy so he could snuggle me better. Perfect. He hugged me tighter and his hand was even on my leg, rubbing my thigh.

"Wiggly boy." He was trying to look serious but he smiled. "You like hugs, huh?"

Nodding, I squirmed closer again. "Yes, Daddy."

He liked that answer because both hands wrapped around me. "I'm glad. I like cuddling too."

I wasn't sure he'd done it enough, though, because he looked very thinky about it. "We can cuddle lots."

That would make it a very good date no matter what else we did.

"I would like that." Reaching up behind me, he ran his hand over my head and wasn't sad or happy, just looking and thinking. "But I think we'd both like it if we did more than cuddle."

"Maybe." My silly tone had him chuckling. "But I like Daddy cuddles."

Daddy Tyson kissed my forehead before relaxing back on the couch and pulling me closer. "What makes Daddy cuddles different? I bet Austin or your friends in the playroom would cuddle you. Didn't you say that Silas gave you hugs too?"

Nodding, I took one more sip of my juice and handed it to Daddy. "All done."

"Good boy." He gave me a cheek kiss as he set my glass down.

"Daddy cuddles mean you don't have to worry about wiggling too much because of things." I shrugged. Things couldn't be helped. "And they rub your back and sometimes your tummy and legs without worrying."

Lots of good hugging Daddies and Doms worried about things that just had a mind of their own.

"And you get cheek kisses and forehead kisses and sometimes lip kisses." Resting my head on Daddy's shoulder, I curled into him and rubbed my cheek against his soft shirt. "Daddy cuddles mean you don't have to worry."

Most of the time.

When the Daddy wasn't a butthead Austin had to threaten.

"I like that description." Daddy Tyson kissed my head. "I think that makes a lot of sense."

Daddy Tyson wiggled down in the couch and moved me so I was resting against his chest and my head was tucked under his chin. "That's better."

Lots.

He even moved his hands so I was wrapped up in a little ball.

"You've got a good lap for cuddles, Daddy." He had a big lap and a big chest to snuggle. "You've got good arms for cuddles. You even smell good, Daddy."

He smelled like a Daddy.

Daddy Tyson was quiet for a minute before something made him chuckle. "Thank you, cutie."

Daddies were so silly sometimes.

"Welcome, Daddy." Wiggling, I rubbed against his chest again. "I like cuddles, Daddy."

I had to make sure he didn't forget.

"I like cuddles too." Daddy Tyson gave me another kiss and the hand on my leg started rubbing my thigh. "And I'm very glad that you tell me what you like."

"I'm glad, Daddy." What else did I like? "I like kisses. Did I tell you that?"

Daddy's chest bounced up and down, but he didn't giggle. "Yes, you might've mentioned that."

"Because kisses are good. Like cuddles are good." Hmm. "Oh, pets are good. I like that you're petting my leg. Can I pet you, Daddy?"

Asking was polite and I wanted to be good just in case there were rewards later.

Daddy Tyson let out a deep breath for some reason. "Yes, where do you want to pet?"

I could make good choices.

Hmm.

"Your arm? Your leg? Your…your head?" Where could I pet that wouldn't make him worry? "Are you worried about your penis? I can pet there too but not if it would make you squirmy."

That wouldn't get me a reward later.

I wasn't sure if Daddy Tyson groaning was a good thing or not, but he didn't move me away and he even kissed my head again. "I can promise you that petting my penis will make me squirm."

Giggling, I shook my head. "No, Daddy, that's not the good kind of wiggles."

"Ah." He went thinky and rubbed my back some more. "Well, I can't promise not to be at least a tiny bit squirmy, but how about we try petting my chest instead of my penis. Just to start."

"We don't want to rush." That was the rule. Austin said so.

But did Daddy Tyson forget that petting his chest might make him bad squirmy?

"Did you forget?" I had to ask since I didn't know.

Austin said that was the rules too…if we didn't know, we had to ask.

Daddy Tyson shook his head. "No, but you're wiggling on my lap so nicely that I don't have enough blood left in my brain to worry too much."

Well, that was helpful.

I was amazing.

And I really liked being helpful, so I wiggled again. "I'm helping, Daddy."

That would get me rewards too.

Austin said Daddies liked helpful littles.

His groan made me giggle. "You are being helpful."

Yay.

Since he couldn't worry, I inched my hand over and petted his tummy, being very careful. "You've got big muscles, Daddy."

Not too many so he looked silly, but big ones to hold me tight.

"I bet you could pick me up, Daddy." That made him laugh and hug me tight, wiggling me around. "Daddy…"

"Yes, I could." He laughed even bigger when he lifted me up and I squeaked. "See?"

It was my turn to laugh when he put me down again, but I whispered too. "Daddy? I like being picked up."

"Oh." Daddy Tyson made a thinking sound. "I think you mean more than just regular liking, huh?"

Nodding, I went back to my snuggly position. "Yes, Daddy. You're so smart."

And not shocked at all about what I liked.

Austin was so smart too.

"There are lots of fun ways I could pick you up, whether you're big or little." Daddy Tyson leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Naughty ways too."

Giggling, I nodded. "Lots and lots."

Daddy Tyson chuckled, kissing my head again. "We'll have to plan some good ideas."

Hmm.

"Daddy?" I waited and waited and waited until he made his yes sound. "Does that mean we're going to do more stuff together? Date stuff?"

He went still and seemed surprised. "Yes, I would like that."

Maybe Daddy hadn't realized he wanted to keep me?

Austin said sometimes that surprised Daddies and Doms, but I'd thought he was being silly.

"Would you like that?" Daddy Tyson didn't seem worried about the answer, but I gave him a big nod anyway.

"Yes, Daddy. Big time and little time?" Was that okay? "I like both?"

"Judging from what we've done so far, I like both too." He squished me tight and lifted me up again, laughing when I squealed. "I like picking you up too."

He was silly.

If he was happy silly and wanted to keep me…did that mean I could pet his penis now?