Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Rhett

The drama queen had grinned a bit too maniacally when he’d said we could have the costumes, but I wasn’t going to question his imagination or our good fortune.

Especially when Stirling was bouncing between ecstatically horny and so exhausted he was falling asleep every time he sat down.

“I need… You were…” Pausing as we walked in the front door, Stirling blinked and looked down at his clothes. “I need to put my costume back on. I was going to be a good helper and blow my Santa.”

That was a fantasy I could support… once he was more awake.

“Let’s do that this weekend and you can help me figure out what else needs to go in the scene.” Setting the keys down on the entry table, I wrapped one arm around Stirling’s waist and steered him toward the stairs. “What I really want is to get you all clean, so we’re going to get in the shower.”

It wasn’t a question but he nodded as we made our way through the cottagey house we’d picked out a few years earlier. It was bigger than a traditional cottage but it had an old-fashioned feel to it with lots of small rooms that suited us perfectly.

“You like taking care of me.” Still nodding to himself, Stirling tried to turn around on the stairs and nearly took a header down them.

Cursing under my breath, I swept him up in my arms and gave myself a lecture on how I should’ve just done that to begin with.

“I do. It’s one of my favorite parts about being a Dom.” He was in a very odd mood, so distracting him seemed to be the best option. “What are my other favorite parts?”

That got a tired giggle from him and his head came down to rest on my shoulder. Stirling didn’t always like that he was on the petite side of the scale, but I loved being able to carry him around without it killing my back.

And knowing that I wanted to be able to carry him kept me going to the gym often enough that Conner could show me off in that silly Santa costume.

“You…” He made me be patient while he giggled, but eventually he gave me the other half of the sentence. “Like spanking me and cuddling me.”

“That’s right. So I’ve already had a wonderful time tonight.” I thought I was being subtle, but he was glaring at me by the time I got to the bathroom and set him down.

Arms folded across his chest frustrated.

“I’m not too tired.” He looked adorable like that but I was very careful not to have any expression that would make him think he looked cute or Little.

Because he didn’t do that even if he did that.

“I didn’t say you were.” Shrugging, I kept a blank face that was slightly on the side of a glare. “But I’m going to question that if you start bitching at me.”

Pouting.

He was doing the cutest pout… but I wasn’t going to mention that.

“Or have you decided to practice being a brat again?” Managing not to laugh as his face scrunched up, I went over and turned on the water in the shower. “You did a very good job of that tonight. Everyone thought you were funny and even the Doms were trying not to laugh when you made that creaking sound.”

His timing had been comedy gold.

And he giggled.

Pouting disaster averted.

“I was so funny and you were so proud of me.” With his frustration fading, he yawned again. Being a pain in the ass was hard work. “You said… I was… but I’m not too tired.”

Of course not.

“Alright.” He was too tired to argue with no matter what he seemed to think, but agreeing with him had him frowning again.

There would be no reasoning with him in this state, so I ignored his disgruntled expression and brought his T-shirt over his head. “You were very cute in your costume but I think changing clothes to come home was the best idea.”

Giving him something else to think about helped shift his frown into something less hostile. “Yeah, we… we looked like we’d been at a BDSM party.”

Chuckling as I pushed down his sweats and the cute undies he’d picked out for me, I nodded. “I wouldn’t have wanted to explain that. I looked like a naughty Santa.”

Back to smiling again, he petted my head as he used it to balance. “You were the perfect Santa, and everyone kept looking at your ass.”

Snickering, Stirling forgot he’d been frustrated… for the moment at least. “The first time you turned around, Conner was wiggling his eyebrows and leered at you, but he was silly.”

I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or pretend to be offended, so I huffed and gave him a smile as I shook my head. “He’s so naughty.”

That got more happy sounds from Stirling as I finished getting him naked and stood again. It took him a few seconds to realize it was my turn, but after he gave his head a shake like he was a wet dog, he helped me take my shirt off. “But he’s funny and you are very sexy.”

Helping me get ready for the shower quickly shifted into petting my chest and licking his lips. “And you… and I have a very good Dom.”

And I had a sub who was so tired his brains had turned to mush.

“Thank you.” All I could do was kiss his cheek as I stepped out of my clothes. He wasn’t tracking anything else but my body and what he was imagining doing to me. “You’re such a good boy.”

Kissing his forehead, I managed not to laugh when he pouted again. “That was your too-tired kiss. I’m not too tired.”

Bullshit.

“You just looked very cute and cuddly. It’s almost the same kiss.” I shrugged as his brows pulled together and he did his best to think about that.

It seemed to be difficult to figure out his opinion on it because he was still frowning as I walked him into the shower and put him under the spray. “I don’t know.”

Because he was so tired his ability to think had disappeared.

“Why are you worried about being tired?” Giving him another mental path to wander down slowed his brain even more.

As he tried to find the answer to the question while the pounding spray relaxed him even more, I reached for the shampoo and lathered up his hair. “I think… you’re…”

Letting out a long breath, Stirling’s eyes closed. “That’s so distracting.”

I didn’t laugh but holding back my smile was impossible. “I like distracting you because you make the best sounds.”

Quiet moans.

Low whimpers.

“But I have to answer your question or you’ll put me to bed.” He wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t point that out as he worked through his sweet drama. “It’s my turn. Your turn. It’s my turn to your turn you.”

Huh?

Oh.

“Is it that important to you that I get to come?” Yes, I was still half-hard and getting harder with every sexy sound he made, but mentally I’d gotten everything I wanted.

Stirling’s lower lip pushed out and he nodded, still with his eyes closed as I massaged his head. “Yes.”

“Then after I get you cleaned up, which is something I really like doing, I’m going to have you cuddle between my legs and soft-suck on my dick.” It was basically nursing on my dick, but we didn’t call it that. “I’m ready to relax and that will help me fall right to sleep.”

Making a happy hum, Stirling opened one eye. “I like helping you relax.”

There was no way he’d stay awake long enough for me to come, but he probably wouldn’t remember that later.

“Because you’re my good sub.” Barely brushing my lips against his, I shifted his head under the spray so I could rinse out the shampoo. “And you take good care of me.”

He nodded but that seemed to be more out of habit than actually processing what I’d said. “I do a good job helping you. I’m a good helper.”

Something had his brain grinding to a halt because I could almost see that whirling circle from the computer on his face. “I’m a helper.”

Agreeing with him seemed to be the only logical thing to do, so I nodded and went to work on cleaning his body while his mind processed something important.

Well, important at the moment.

He could’ve been thinking about a new cookie recipe for all I knew, but it was serious to him, so I just let him work through it.

Stirling wasn’t in any rush, though.

He didn’t tune back into reality until I was turning him under the spray to rinse off the bodywash. “I did a good job being a helper elf today. There are lots of helpers.”

Yep, he’d figured out something interesting.

“Yes, you were a wonderful helper.” Before I could decide what else to say, he picked up the bodywash and found another way to help by cleaning me. “And there are lots of ways to help.”

It didn’t feel like enough, so as he slowly trailed his hands over my chest like he was attempting to wash me, I tried to fill in the rest of the sentence. “You helped the subs today by making them happy and confident, and you gave them their presents and treats.”

He’d done a good job with that… and at the moment, he was doing a good job of making me hard as a rock.

“You help me in a lot of different ways, practical and sexy.” He was very good at both as long as it didn’t pertain to processing his surroundings.

Then he was just as likely to nearly get himself killed as he was to help.

“You are a wonderful helper.” Going into any more detail seemed like it would distract or confuse him, so I kissed his cheek as a low moan escaped me. “And now you’re helping in a sexy way.”

He blinked at me, completely confused before he looked down to see his fingers playing with my erection. “Oh, yes. I’m very helpful.”

Next time we went to the club, he was going to take a fucking nap even if I had to tie him up to do it. I didn’t care that he was convinced only Littles took naps. He was exhausted.

“You are.” Kissing his cheek, I pushed back my frustration because it wouldn’t help in our current situation. “Alright, help me get rinsed off.”

I was mostly clean and did a bit of frantic scrubbing as he turned around and shifted to put me under the water. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Helping me rinse was just as arousing as the washing had been, and for him it was just as distracting. But we managed to do it without him completely forgetting where he was and why we were there.

“All set.” Turning off the water, I opened the glass door and reached for his towel first. “Let’s get you dry and then we’ll work on me.”

An absent nod said he’d gotten at least part of that, but before I was halfway finished drying him, he walked off and went over to the toilet.

Rolling my eyes as he pissed while dripping water on the floor, I just took a breath and switched to drying myself.

Being a brat had definitely been exhausting but I had a feeling the spanking hadn’t helped either. He’d loved the scene, but emotionally everything had worn him out. Too many lows would definitely have exhausted him but too many highs were just as tiring.

He didn’t want to hear that, though, even if he didn’t seem to remember when he’d walked over to the toilet. “I… I think…”

He wasn’t thinking.

“You’re right. It’s time to go relax.” He’d dripped most of the excess water onto the floor, so I tossed my towel over it as I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. “Thank you for helping me.”

Oh, that was a good distraction.

He stopped frowning and smiled, completely forgetting about why he’d been frustrated. “Thank you.”

No.

He frowned again.

“You’re welcome.” As he stopped and his head cocked, I swept him up in my arms again and carried him over to the bed. “Yes. That’s. I’m a good helper.”

“You are.” Setting him on the mattress, I knew he needed another distraction or he’d find something else to worry about. “Will you help me get the pillows ready for bed?”

Perfection.

As he nodded and started overthinking how we needed to rest our heads, I turned off the lights and tracked down our phones, which had never made it out of our pants. By the time I had everything plugged in, he was satisfied with the arrangement and was looking at the pillows like they were long-lost lovers.

Yep, I gave him five minutes or less, even with stubbornly clinging to the idea that he was going to make me come.

He lasted long enough for me to pull back the covers and climb in bed, and he even stayed conscious while he snuggled between my legs and used my thigh as a pillow. But that was where his ability to keep his eyes open started to rapidly diminish.

Long blinks.

Cock in his mouth.

Half blinks.

Barely sucking on the head.

Eyes closed.

Deep breath as he snuggled closer and started softly suckling on me.

He managed to stay awake until I was hard as a rock and fantasizing about fucking his throat, but before I actually came, he was out.

Being a good Dom was hard.

And difficult.

And frustrating.

But he was sexy as fuck and sweet as hell and adorably stubborn.

So as he sank deeper into sleep, I slipped my dick out of his mouth and took the problem in hand as I admired the incredible view in front of me… exactly as I’d planned on doing from the very beginning.