Page 50 of Their Little Helper

All I had to do was breathe and make small talk that wouldn’t get Daddy in trouble in public. Which, honestly, was probably harder than I’d expected but he was trying and I was relaxed. I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t worried about our date or looking stupid or what would happen next.

I’d asked for what would happen next.

Kind of.

I’d made myself clear enough that they’d known what I wanted and they were excited to do it again. At some point I mighthave to ask to reverse the roles, but I could do that. It probably wouldn’t take too many words either.

And Daddy liked doing intimate things…he even liked nursing from me…and that thought made me realize how full my pecs were.

No. I wasn’t going to think about that because it would only make the situation worse. Because thinking about how full I was would make me think about Daddy on my lap and sucking from me and?—

Oops.

“You either have to ignore what’s going through your head or hold my hand.” Santos used his Papa voice on me as he and Daddy kept me from walking into a light pole. “Which would be easier for you?”

Neither.

Daddy’s snicker said he’d guessed that.

“Um, I’ll try to pay more attention but…but if you need to, you can take my hand.” Did that sound rude? “It wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

Hmm.

Not much better.

“I like it when you—” No. I wasn’t going to say I liked it when they touched me…not in public anyway. Daddy might get the wrong idea. “I’m going to stop talking now and let you fix this.”

Yes. The internet said Doms liked fixing problems and I was just going to let them fix this one.

Papa was trying not to laugh and did a pretty good job of it, but his smile kept peeking out. “That’s a good way for us to handle this. I’m also going to get us a cab or something like that to take us back to my place because I think you’re a bit too distracted for a long walk.”

I liked walking but he was probably right.

“Sorry?” I wasn’t sure if I needed to apologize, but Papa shook his head.

“Not necessary.” There was something soft in his eyes as he and Daddy stroked my arms. “You’ve got a lot to think about and that’s not a bad thing. I just want to make sure you’re safe, first of all. But I don’t think having that much time to get lost in your thoughts would be helpful at the moment.”

“Probably not.” Not until I could talk about them more. “But I’m having a good day and I…and I told you want I wanted.”

Maybe if I kept saying that my brain would stop wanting to add qualifiers to it.

“You did.” Papa smiled and looked like he wanted to kiss me which made me blush again. “You did a very good job of making sure we knew what you wanted for your reward and making sure we knew…the kind of activity you wanted to do next with us.”

I had.

Hmm.

Daddy wanted to laugh at the way Papa phrased it, but I was amazed at how good Papa was with words that didn’t make me want to squirm.

“And…and you guys know that you don’t have to unless you want to.” Because we had limits and safewords and they’d be in charge but they could say no too.

“We want to.” Papa’s dry response had Daddy shaking with barely suppressed laughter. “You don’t need to worry about that part at all.”

One day I was going to figure out how to stop blushing.

“I…I want to too.” Ugh. “I mean…I…I like both of you…like that.”

They were probably starting to understand how I’d ended up with such a terrible dating history, but neither of them seemed to mind and they didn’t think I was weird. Neither of them had asked how I was such a fuckup or why I couldn’t function, either.

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