Page 97 of Their Little Helper

Maybe I had been brave enough for a reward?

It probably meant I was brave enough to be Daddy.

“You’re welcome, sweet boy.” Papa leaned over and kissed my cheek, still looking happy about my reward. “All you have to remember is we’ll be in charge and you have your safewords if you need them.”

When they both went still and looked at me, I wanted to giggle. “And I know to use them if I need them.”

“Good boy.” Daddy gave me another cheerful cheek kiss and wiggled his bottom. “Rewards are so much fun.”

They were kind of scary too sometimes but when they went back to cuddling me and focused on each other, I realized I might not have to actually do anything else.

“Do you have a preference on being support or Papa in this reward?” Daddy’s words made me blush but his wiggles were getting distracting. “I’m flexible but you do a very good job of being Papa.”

It might’ve been a silly conversation, but Papa looked pleased. “Thank you. I appreciate that, and yes, I would like to be Papa this time.”

This time?

Daddy nodded. “He’s going to like it enough that we’ll need to reward him on a regular basis. We’ll figure out a way to take turns being Daddy or a combination that works.”

Combination?

“You mentioned riding him…that would probably be a good reward for both of you.” Papa said it so easily it was like he was talking about running errands. “How about that when we wake up tomorrow or after we survive dinner?”

Papa was very confident we’d make it through in one piece, but I was still on the edge about that.

“Oh, they’re both good ideas.” Daddy frowned, doing his best cute and thoughtful impression. “I think we’ll have to play that by cock and see what works out best.”

Huh?

Papa rolled his eyes. “It’s play it by ear and you know it.”

Oh.

“I’m not playing with his ear. We’re using his cock so that makes much more sense.” Daddy’s tone was like he was rolling his eyes with his mouth and it was making Papa nuts.

“That—”

Papa wasn’t going to make a good decision, so I was helpful and interrupted. “I like after dinner.”

They kept making me have to be brave and it was exhausting…but it made them stop fussing and they both looked at me.

Oh dear.

“Um…I think it would be a…a nice way to end the day.” Yes. That wasn’t stressful. “And…and a reward for Daddy if he’s nice at dinner.”

It was his family, so I thought he’d want to be nice, but it didn’t seem like that was his plan.

Even Papa started slowly nodding. “You’re right. I think that would be a nice reward if he’s been good because you’ll be feeling full by then.”

Papa was brave too and probably needed a reward because he’d been talking about milk and nursing more without it making him squirm. But I wasn’t going to point that out and make him uncomfortable, so I just nodded.

“I’m not sure I like this plan.” Daddy crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Papa. “I never agreed to rewards.”

“You did.” Papa nodded toward me. “You literally just agreed to rewards for good behavior.”

Yep.

That didn’t make his pout any better, though.

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