Page 2 of Kylan

That I felt adored in.

I felt pretty.

The way they fussed over me, caressed me, whispered sweet things, called me nice names.

I loved all of it.

Especially the way they fucked me while I wore them.

I loved that the most.

I was their femboy. Their pretty boy. Their princess.

Lacey underwear, sometimes a negligee, sometimes a garter belt with stockings. Sometimes it was just a very short cotton skirt, the girly kind that lifted when I twirled. The kind they could easily lift when they fucked me. Sometimes I wore glittery eyeshadow and lip gloss, but not all the time.

Sometimes I painted my nails for them. Sometimes they painted them for me.

I loved how they pampered me, adored and cherished me.

Wanted me.

I chose the plain blue cotton skirt for today. It was short enough to see my lacey arseless underwear if Iperked my arse up enough, and I added a touch of pink lip gloss to my lips. But my favourite part was the vibrating butt plug.

I was tempted to turn it on, but no... that was not for me to decide. Not today. I wanted my daddy to decide for me.

I took the remote control and went downstairs. The butt plug felt amazing, the anticipation building... I was so ready. I was almost buzzing with knowing what was in store.

I was desperate for it. I needed them to have me. All weekend if they wanted, as many times as they were able.

“Oh, here he is,” Leon said. “Come over here, boy.” He was sitting on the double seater in the living room. Marek sat in the single chair next to him.

I flittered over, quick, small steps so my skirt swished, and I went to kneel on the floor between them, which was usually how these things started.

But Leon patted the seat next to him. “Sit here, darling.”

Fear struck me. Panic and unease clawed at my throat.

Marek softened. “Oh, you’re not in any trouble, sweet boy,” he said, standing up to take my hand and help me sit next to Leon. “We just want to talk.”

“Did I... did I do something wrong?” I asked, my hands wringing knots in my lap. I felt ill, dread roiling a greasy swell in my belly.

“Not at all,” Leon said.

He was the stricter of the two. Stern, straight-backed,and serious. Whereas Marek was softer and comforting, Leon was self-composed and a touch austere.

He wasn’t cruel or uncaring. Not at all. He was just rigid. When he gave praise, I relished in it.

“You know Dominic Lowing and Nolan O’Brien,” Leon said.

My eyes went to his.Dominic and Nolan...“Yes.”

“They mentioned you to us last night,” Marek added gently. “Showed us a photo, actually. To see our reaction.”

“A photo?” I asked. “I didn’t . . .”

Leon raised his hand. “It’s fine. Dominic was very quick to assure us you gave nothing away, and you refused to confirm or deny.”

“I would never,” I said, looking between them. “I would never jeopardise this. What you two do for me is... I would never breach the NDA. I haven’t even told Benji or Fitch anything.” I shook my head. “When Nolan mentioned your names to Dominic, I was stunned. I didn’t mean to give anything away. I just wasn’t prepared. I will try harder next time. I should have expected it, though. I knew they went to Club 180 and... I should have expected and been better prepared?—”

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