15. Milo

Chapter 15

Milo

"I like being taken care of, Daddy." I should've been able to find more words. I'd read enough self-help books that it should've worked, but the words that would've explained stuff had wandered off. "Thank you."

My dick was going up and down like a yo-yo, thoroughly confused about what we were doing, but it liked when Daddy kissed my head again. "You're welcome."

He sounded sweet but when he sighed, I knew he was going to be ridiculous. "But you have to promise to remember that when I start driving you crazy."

Yep, I was going to get a babysitter of some sort.

"Deal." Getting myself under control, I straightened enough to kiss his cheek before I went back to snuggling against him.

He seemed to realize I wasn't hiding any longer because his hug turned to soft caresses and his lips started wandering down my jaw and around to my ear. "I like it when you agree with me."

He was such a brat.

But he seemed honestly serious about that and it made me laugh. "I bet you loved it when I didn't argue about you picking me up from the diner, huh?"

He was an adorable brat.

"Yes." Nibbling on my ear might've made him less of a brat, though. "You make me imagine doing wicked things to you when you're a good boy."

Ugh.

"That's cheating." He was definitely a brat and he knew it. He almost laughed. "What kind of wicked things?"

His sexy groan and the way his hands tightened on me said he had a good answer to my question. "Rewards for my good boy, mostly. Spankings. Edging you. Showing you the new grown-up toys that arrived earlier."

Oh.

"I…I like being a good boy, Daddy." He had the best ideas. "And…and I promise that I'd have told you if I didn't want to come. I like being with you."

Daddy kept calling it home like it was already my home too.

Part of me that was stubborn and liked holding on to the past said how ridiculous that was, but this was Daddy. He'd already proven that he liked crazy people and I wasn't nearly as annoying as his family. He liked Dally. Hell, he even liked taking care of me and he smiled every time he saw me.

He'd even made my lunch.

Yep. I wasn't going to look for problems I didn't have.

Besides, I'd known him longer than Dally had known the guy he'd met at the gas station and they'd lived together for six months.

Nine if I counted the time that Jim or Jake or Jack had been in prison.

What had his name been?

Ugh.

"Daddy?" Kissing his neck, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yes, baby." One hand slid lower to knead my ass but the other came up to pet my head. "I think you've started to drift."

"Yeah." I liked how smart he was. "I'm green but I'm…too distracted?"

I wouldn't have told anyone else that but this was Daddy…and he'd already figured it out.

"Then let's empty out that busy head of yours and then I'll fill your ass." Daddy kissed my neck sweetly after saying the dirty sentence. "How does that sound?"

"Perfect." Sweet and naughty. "Will you really fill me?"

Were we thinking the same thing?

"Yes. Dally sent me your last test results and I sent him mine." Daddy's dry tone said he knew how insane that sounded but he played along like it was normal. "So we're good to go."

Yay.

"Thank you, Daddy." I was probably going to owe Dally flowers or something. "That was what I wanted."

"You've got two bossy men taking care of you, so you shouldn't be surprised when we read your mind." Daddy sighed. "Or your diary? Dally wasn't clear about how he figured that part out."

Giggling, I wiggled against him. "Empty head time, Daddy."

His huff made me laugh. "I'm not going to ask how that conversation came up or Victor might explain it to me."

Probably.

As I laughed again, Daddy nibbled on my neck. "Naughty boy. You distracted me when I was trying to distract you. I even talked about filling your ass with cum and you still distracted me."

Well, he wasn't wrong but I wasn't sure he was right.

"I…I think I was answering a question?" Yes. "I was being helpful."

Probably?

Daddy's snort said he was questioning that, but I decided not to argue with him when he smacked my butt. "Let's see if we can correct this naughty behavior."

Yes!

Spanking time.

Nothing that came out of my mouth would've been right for the scene, so I just nodded and tried to look sorry. It probably didn't work but it was the best I could do. Daddy took one look at me as I straightened and he pressed his lips together, but he managed not to laugh either.

So we were both amazing and I was going to get a spanking.

"On the bed and over my lap." He did better when it was time to glare at me and my dick went back to being happy again.

Very happy.

It was so happy Daddy looked down and raised one eyebrow. "We'll see about that."

He had to let me come, right?

Spankings meant orgasms, right?

Oh, I was getting spanked then fucked, so that meant orgasms last?

Had I actually asked for an orgasm too?

As Daddy led me over to the bed, he let out a dry chuckle that went right through me. He sounded like an evil Dom from one of Dally's dirty books and my penis wasn't listening when I told him that was a scary sound. "What were you just thinking, naughty boy?"

Ugh.

Spanking time wasn't the right time for lying.

"Um, that I couldn't remember if I asked for an orgasm too?" I felt stupid admitting that, but his grin sent very confusing feelings through me. "But…but I did, right? I asked to come?"

Hadn't I?

Daddy gave me a cheek kiss and his devilish grin just got more wicked. "Let's not worry about details like that right now."

Because it was spanking time.

"I…" There was something else I should've said, but once Daddy sat down on the bed and gave his lap a pat, my brain just stopped working. "Daddy?"

"You don't have to worry about thinking or orgasms or anything else." His hand ran down my neck, and somehow I found myself climbing on the bed. "All you have to do is stretch out over my lap and let me see that naughty bottom that needs some attention."

I was pretty sure he was supposed to use more grown-up words for a spanking scene, but if he'd forgotten, it didn't seem like the time to remind him. "I'm…I'm going to be your good boy, Daddy."

Yes, and good boys didn't argue about words like bottom.

"And I'm going to help you remember who you belong to and that you want to be my good boy." Daddy leaned over and kissed the back of my head as I stretched out and hid my face against the bed. "That's right. Spread your legs and offer your tushy up to Daddy. That's right. I knew you had a naughty bottom."

Ugh.

Dally talked too much.

My face had to be the same color as my tushy wanted to be because Daddy chuckled and rubbed his hand over my bottom. "Such a naughty boy."

I couldn't hold back the squeak that escaped, but thankfully Daddy was good to me and covered up the embarrassing sound with a smack that echoed in the room. I could feel myself sucking in a breath, but it got stuck in my chest when he spanked my other cheek.

The sounds made it feel like the pain should be sharp and too much, but the flash of pain was fast and then melted into something warm and mind-melting. I must've made a sound as my muscles finally let me relax back over his lap because he stroked his hands over my ass and made a low, thoughtful sound. "I think I'm starting to make an impression on you."

Somehow that was even more embarrassing and made me feel even more wicked than being spanked had. "Daddy…"

"Aww…" Daddy spanked me again, not waiting for me to finish whining. As my brain whirled again, he rubbed his hand over the tender spot. "It's okay. All naughty bottoms like being spanked. They just can't help themselves."

It took me several more spanks and way too long to realize he was talking about my hard cock poking his legs…and possibly the way I was humping his lap…and maybe whatever he was seeing my hole doing.

Yeah, none of that helped my embarrassment or my desire, and it turned into a circle of pain, embarrassment, and pleasure that Daddy loved watching.

And I loved experiencing.

But as my bottom got hotter and Daddy's teasing pushed me closer to the edge, I whined and had to fight to find words to warn him. "Daddy…I…"

Shoot.

I had to stop humping him.

God, that was so…

"Are you telling Daddy you're going to come? Do you like humping me that much?" He wasn't helping the situation but I managed to nod. "Oh, good boy for telling Daddy that you don't have enough control. It's hard to be a needy boy with a naughty bottom."

Don't come.

Don't come.

Don't come.

I was shaking when the spanks stopped and Daddy pressed his hand down on my lower back so I couldn't hump him any longer. My muscles weren't working, so it didn't take much pressure to hold me down, but the feeling of being controlled and trapped kept me from coming down.

I was so distracted and lost in the crazy whirling inside me that I missed the next step in his wicked plan until a slicked finger teased my hole. As I gasped, he made a low, sexy sound and spread my cheeks wider. "Be a good boy."

He was either trying to kill me or make me have an orgasm so he could punish me.

"I…I want to, Daddy." It just wasn't working. "I…"

Well, part of me wanted to.

"You're…I…" The words kept vanishing before I could get them out, but that might've been because he kept making me moan.

"That's right. Relax this pretty hole so Daddy can get you ready." My body obeyed that order without my having to think about it, but once his finger slid into me, the sparks that went through me started turning random parts of my brain on.

Daddy was watching me.

Daddy had spanked me.

Daddy had given me a pretty tushy.

Dally was going to be really proud of himself.

Oh wow.

"There's your special button." Making what felt like slow circles over my prostate, he got sidetracked by playing with the fun new toy he'd found. "Dally said you'd like this."

He and I were going to have a conversation.

Eventually.

"I…Daddy…" Pressing my face into the mattress, I whined and shook. "It's…it's too much, Daddy."

He made a quiet, understanding sound but kept teasing me and playing with my button. "Are you sure, baby? I can feel you shaking and how excited you are. I think you're having so much fun it's just getting trapped inside you."

Yes.

It was trapped.

Too much happy was overwhelming.

I wouldn't come but I'd shatter into a million pieces.

I'd pop like a balloon.

I'd explode from too much excitement.

I'd—

God, a second finger.

Damn it. He'd stopped playing with my button.