Page 86 of Their Little Helper

“I slept good because of my bubbles and you…and you both taking such good care of me.” The internet said good Daddies did that but I hadn’t been sure about that.

He woke me up really good too.

I wasn’t aching or too full when he finally released my nipple and grinned as he rested his head on my chest. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Good morning, cutie.” He wiggled his bottom and pretended to glare at me. “You’re too distracted for fun.”

Maybe.

“Can…can we do that without Papa?” I was kind of thinking they said we could but it felt weird. “I don’t remember the rules.”

Daddy paused, cocking his head. “Another very good question is if you being asleep in the same room where I’m fooling around with your Papa counts as you being there.”

Could I ask what they’d done?

They’d done something.

Daddy giggled, kissing my cheeks. “You’re so cute when you blush. He and I were talking last night and one thing led to another and then he needed to be rewarded and I needed to relax so he fucked my throat.”

Huh?

“That’s…that’s relaxing?”

Daddy always gave me the most interesting answers.

“Yes.” Kissing my other cheek, he wiggled and grinned again. “For me it can be. I realize that might just be a me thing, though.”

He had lots of those, so I decided I didn’t have to find it relaxing.

I also didn’t have to ask if it counted as Daddy submitting to Papa or not.

“Um, I think it counts since we were all in bed together.” I could feel my face getting even hotter but I knew I had to answer his question. “And…and I don’t feel left out or anything like that.”

The internet said sometimes that happened but not to me.

“Thank you for letting me know.” Daddy kissed my first cheek again but then his tummy grumbled and he flopped down on me. “Ugh. Okay, time to brave the house manager. Handsome? Handy? What was his name?”

Not Handy or Handsome.

“Hanson, Daddy.” I wasn’t sure if Daddy calling him House Manager Handsome would push our first impression to the right direction. “But…but we should put clothes on first?”

“Yes.” Daddy rolled off me, springing up like he was ready to charge out and handle anything. “Just in case the cops show up, we don’t want to be in jammies.”

That was a good plan.

But looking around, I started to worry. “Where are my clothes, Daddy?”

I’d been kind of tired last night and I couldn’t remember where they’d gone besides the floor.

“They’re on the floor.” Daddy’s answer made my worries come back, but when he leaned over to look for them and almost fell off the bed, it was a good distraction. “Oops. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Putting him back on the bed, I shrugged. “Papa would be upset if you got hurt.”

Then we’d have the policeandambulance coming to Papa’s condo.

“For a variety of reasons.” Sitting up straighter, he sighed as he climbed off the bed. “Okay, quick look then I know what to do.”

That was helpful because I didn’t.

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