Page 33 of Kylan

“I’m dressed for school, daddy,” I said softly. Then I handed him the small remote control.

He knew what it meant.

He looked at it, then at me, and waited for my explanation.

“I know tonight is different but you’re still my daddy, even if Leon’s not here. And there’s no reason why things have to be so different just because one of my daddies isn’t here.”

His lips curved up into a smile, his moustache twitching.

But he didn’t say anything and that made me nervous.

“Is that alright, daddy? You don’t have to turn it on, and I know you said no sex without him, and I appreciate that. This isn’t about sex. This is about you and me. A daddy and his boy. And it makes me feel normal to wear it and give you the control, because that’s what I’d normally do, and I don’t see why that should change...”

Marek set the newspaper aside and stood up. He was close enough that his body heat made me dizzy. Or maybe that’s because I wasn’t sure I’d breathed in the last two minutes.

He hummed again, low and rough, as he looked down at my outfit. “You wore this for me?”

I nodded. “Of course, daddy. I know you like it.”

Then he put a hand to my neck, sliding it down over the vest, squeezing my pec before snaking his hand downmy belly and around to my arse. He cupped me and pulled me against him, giving my arse cheek a good grope. “And this?” he murmured, pressing the remote on.

The vibrating butt plug buzzed to life, and I moaned as I fell into him, on my tippy toes, the vibrations lighting up fireworks first in my arse and my balls, then sparking throughout my whole body.

He held me close, his hand still on my arse, feeling the vibrations, no doubt.

And then the vibrations stopped.

The buzz was gone, leaving residual embers sparking in my bones. I sagged against him, gasping for breath.

“I’m proud of you, princess,” he murmured, both arms now holding me tight. I buried my face into his neck, relishing his strength and warmth.

His words.

“You knew I needed something like this,” he said. “Our routine. To be a daddy for you.”

I looked up at him. “You are my daddy. Even when Leon’s not here.”

He brought me up for a kiss, soft and slow, a hint of tongue. “You’re so perfect, darling.”

I beamed at his compliment. “I just want to make you happy.”

He laughed incredulously. “Oh, you do more than that, princess.” He kissed me softly. “Now, get some schoolwork done.”

“Yes, daddy.”

I took my usual spot on the floor, lying on my tummy close to Marek’s feet. I could read my books and kickmy feet, but it also gave him a great view of my arse in this tiny skirt.

I swear some nights, I could feel Leon’s eyes on me, on my arse, and I could feel his desire rising just by watching me.

Marek liked it too, of course. Glancing over every so often, his eyes raking over my legs and this outfit. I forgot about the no-sex thing for a minute and spread my legs, and he punished me by turning the butt plug on.

Not as strong as before but enough to make me gulp and groan, clenching hard and fisting the soft rug.

I wanted to cry out but bit it back, and when I drew my legs back together, the vibration subsided.

“Thank you, daddy,” I whispered, breathless.

“Hmm,” Marek hummed, and when I looked up at him, I could see he was holding his phone up. “Say hello to daddy?”

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