Page 30 of Their Little Helper

My limits.

“It…it was fast.” Daddy talked really fast when he wanted something and that might’ve made it easier. “I…I answered the questions.”

Please let me not have to answer the questions again.

“He’s okay with everyone getting naked.” Daddy started counting on his finger as he went through the list. “We can make him orgasm but I just asked about his penis for now.”

Papa nodded like it was the most normal conversation in the world and I just drank my juice because my swirly straw was better than thinking about what they were talking about. “He’s fine with me getting an orgasm with penile or anal stimulation.”

Yep, no thinking about lists.

Swirly straws were the best straws.

“He likes grown-up kisses. He’s fine with being licked and my nursing from him.” Daddy’s tongue flicked out over his lips and he made Papa chuckle.

And me blush.

But I wasn’t thinking about that because I had a swirly straw.

“What else?” Daddy did his thinking face and tapped his chin. “I think I hit all the highlights.”

Yes.

But I wasn’t thinking about that because swirly straws were magic.

Up. Up. Up.

Down. Down. Down.

“All done.” Papa leaned over and kissed my head. “You did a very good job.”

Being good was hard.

“I think we’ll just let him drink and decide how dehydrated he gets in a bit.” Daddy kissed my head but I was still playing with my straw because magic was fun. “I’m pretty sure we hit his limit.”

“Agreed.” Papa kissed my head too but then he just snuggled closer and focused on Daddy. “Besides, he wasn’t the drama queen who was demanding an orgasm.”

Nope…that was Daddy.

But he huffed. “I’m not the drama llama in this relationship.”

Just because he said so didn’t make it true.

Up. Up. Up.

Down. Down. Down.

“You can argue about llamas or I can make you come.” Papa glared at Daddy as he kind of threatened him but Daddy shivered. “You decide which.”

“We had the discussion about cheating, Pokey.” Daddy tried to sound stern but he kept rubbing his bottom on my lap.

“It’s not my fault your sub side is feeling needy.” Papa shrugged but he had a naughty look in his eyes. “But I don’t need to make you submit to make you come.”

“Promises. Promises.” It was Daddy’s turn to shrug. “I’m not seeing any results so far. All talk no action?”

Yep. Daddy liked to live dangerously…that’s why he needed his boy.

Papa leaned in and his glare made Daddy shiver again. “Let me show you my action.”

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