Page 24 of Hiding From Laughter

Yep, being helpless was amazing.

“Very good.” And very still. But I couldn’tstay like that forever, so I held up my hands and waved them around as hebrought over a glass of water with a straw. “And still very helpless.”

He tried not to laugh as he set the glassdown on the nightstand, but I was too cute and he couldn’t help himself. “And adorabletoo. We can’t forget that.”

Yep.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first.” Hechuckled when I scrunched my face up before I could stop myself. “Drama queen.”

Maybe.

“No. I was very good.” But I closed my eyeswhen he tugged me closer and reached for the diaper so he could open the tapethings. “I…I laughed and I wiggled. You liked that.”

Ugh. He was taking it off.

“And…and I drank my milk. You liked thatpart.” There was no doubt about that, so I wasn’t surprised when he madeanother happy sound as something cold wiped around my dick.

“I loved that part. You were so cute and Iloved holding you like that and taking care of you.” He sprinkled kisses overmy face as he finished cleaning me up and I couldn’t help making silly soundsas he took off my mittens. “You’re still so cute.”

Well, at least it was clear the messieraspect of the scene hadn’t grossed him out. I’d never been quite sure how tomanage thelosing controlpart of the tickle kink, so he’d come up witha very practical solution at the very least.

“I’m not cute.” I wasn’t sure what I was atthe moment but cute didn’t feel right.

He snorted, a full-on caveman sound thatmade me laugh. “Bullshit.”

He was so ridiculous.

“All clean.” His snicker should’ve warnedme he was up to something but I wasn’t prepared for him to blow moreraspberries on my stomach and giggle like a Disney villain. “So cute.”

My squeals were not cute.

“You’re such a—” Butthead. I was going toexplain that in very clear words but he kissed me instead, going right for atongueand take over my mouthkind of kiss.

Cheater.

He was a cheater too.

But I forgot that by the time he releasedmy lips and was wearing a sexy smirk, clearly proud of himself. “Let’s get youa drink.”

I was naked again so to me that meantsitting up and drinking for myself, but he didn’t have the same picture that Idid. He sat down on the bed and scooped me up, putting me on his lap again. Iwasn’t lying back like a baby anymore, but the position wasn’t screaminggrown-up.

However, he’d dug out my swirly straw andwas always a really good snuggler, so I couldn’t complain as he brought theglass closer. “Nice and cold and you even have your fun straw.”

He was definitely still cheating me ordoing something, but he was right—he’d gotten my straw. And the water was cold.And he liked holding me and doing things for me.

He hadn’t come, so being nice was probablythe right thing to do.

Nice and wiggly and cute while I drank.

Yep, that made him nice and happy too.

He was so happy he was moaning by the timeI’d finished my water. “You licked the fucking straw, baby. I think you wereeven fellating it at one point.”

Possibly.

I didn’t have much of a gag reflex, so ithadn’t been a problem.

Rolling my hips as he set the nearly emptyglass down, I kissed his cheek and gave him my best sweet and adorable smile.“Thank you for my water.”

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