Page 6 of Their Little Helper

How did he sound so sweet and innocent when I was pretty sure he’d be willing to do crazy things to me?

“I…” Shoot. Was I really going to try to ask him that? “You…you know you’re…”

Okay…so I was going to try.

My mistake had been accidentally meeting his gaze, so I fixed the situation and dropped mine again so I was watching his hands instead. It caused other problems, but none that affected my ability to get words out. “You know that turns me on, right?”

Did it.

With that first part out of the way, the rest came out in a rush.

“The good boy and the wiggling and the other thing and the kisses and…well…I’m pretty sure all of it but I wasn’t sure if all of it was supposed to turn me on because there was a Daddy one time…well…he said he was a Daddy and he didn’t like things that…got that response.”

Wow.

He’d broken me so much I told him stuff.

“Oh, baby, you’re such a good boy for explaining that to me and working so hard to get the words out.” Dally gave me another kiss as he snuggled closer, clearly not angry at my question, which was nice.

“Yes, just to make this very clear, I am looking to arouse you. I am looking for you to stay hard while I’m nursing from you and I’m cataloging every reaction to make sure I have lots of fun ways to reward my sweet boy.” Curling into me, Dally made a pleased sound as he rolled his hips again and rubbed his ass over my lap.

“And there will be times that you might not be big but you’re having naughty fun with me and there might be times that we don’t have that kind of fun. There’s no right or wrong here. I’m just going to take care of you and play with you and nurse from you while you come inside me.”

As my brain struggled to keep up, he straightened and it was like a light bulb had gone off over his head. “We’ll need to talk about condoms and where cum should go but I’m not going to rush you.”

Really?

This was actually him not rushing me?

I thought I remembered him saying something like that but there were big gaps in my memory from when he’d first sat down on my lap. But the more I thought about it, the less I wanted him to slow down.

“What…what would be rushing to you?” I wasn’t sure it was a reasonable question but I’d asked him anyway. He liked the last question, so it would be a good way to gauge if he’d been faking that part.

“Oh, that’s a wonderful question.” Putting one hand on his chin, he cocked his head and gave me a cartoonishly thoughtful expression I was pretty sure was real. “I’m going to reward you for that once I’m not distracted by answering.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d have said to it either, so I had no plans on rushing him for a response. But luckily for me, he thought fast and had his lightbulb moment again. “Yes. I have it. We can’t get married yet. There’s a list of things we have to do first so my family doesn’t go bananas. That would be rushing.”

Huh?

Me putting my cum inside him clearly wasn’t anywhere close to that…which was good to know.

“I…” Swallow. Inhale. Exhale. Try again. “I don’t want your family to be upset with me.”

That might not have been the most logical response under other circumstances but Dally liked it and smiled like he was proud of me again.

I was going to become addicted to that look, but I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do about it.

“My mother’s really going to like you.” Dally was still wearing the same expression when he kissed my cheek and when he used his ass to tease my dick. “So we’ll make sure you get to meet everyone first so we can stay on her good side.”

He said the most confusing things.

“Who’s everyone?” Wait. That hadn’t been what I should’ve asked. “We just have to meet them first?”

Then we could get married?

“Yes.” Actually looking serious, Dally went back to stroking my chest like I was his new fidget toy. “You have to come to at least one family dinner before we can elope. Without that she’ll feel slighted and will pout forever. I’m not willing to put up with groveling that long, so we’ll follow the rule.”

And then we’d elope?

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