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“There is no damn way I’ll get the job I’ve been dreaming about since I was in junior high if there’s a mishap. If something were to happen to you, I would be accountable for that, and I should be. Maybe it’s pretty far-fetched, but I don’t feel comfortable with that until I’m more experienced.”
“Wouldn’t you typically get experience practicing on other people?” I knew I sounded meek when I asked the question.
“Yeah, there’s a club here in town, but I don’t wanna practice on anyone else.” Daddy B leaned forward and softly kissed my lips. His tongue parted my lips and slipped inside my mouth. Whatever disappointment I’d felt was erased when his tongue stroked my own. Just when I thought I’d melt into a puddle of goo right here on the couch, he drew back.
We smiled at each other like dorks before I forced myself to break eye contact and return to the list in my hands. I was surprised that Daddy B said wetting wasn’t a dealbreaker. I was thrilled when I noticed orgasm control made the list. My fantasies about him usually revolved around him taking total control of my orgasms.
I’d discovered age regression the summer after I graduated from high school, and I’d spent years thinking about my perfect Daddy. The one consistency was that my future Daddy was hands-on in his caretaking. I was sure my childhood trauma from being abandoned by my mother and essentially ignored by my dad played into it. I didn’t have any money for therapy, but I could play with stuffies and color, and that was good enough. Either way, I liked it and wanted it. And maybe it had nothing to do with anything, except it was the way I was wired.
“There are some rules I want to put in place.” Daddy B waited for me to nod in agreement before he continued, “Rule one is that safe words are always on the table. Always.”
“Easy yes. My safeword is gonna be zucchini.”
“Zucchini? What they ever do to you?” Daddy B smirked at my disgusted expression. They were so gross and you could absolutely, positively taste it in the bread. Even the chocolate kind.
“Alright, moving on. Rule two is you have to use your words.” I was mute on this one. “Sorry, kiddo, this is a nonnegotiable. What I don’t know, I can’t fix.”
“Fine.” No response besides a raised eyebrow that spoke volumes. “Yes, Daddy B.” At my agreement, he ruffled my hair and then cupped my cheek.
“Good boy.” I puffed up at his words and my dick chubbed up too. “Rule number three is you have to try to stick to the schedule. I know life happens, but I need you to try.”
“I’ll try real hard, Daddy.”
“I know you will, baby. Rule four is no coming without telling me before it happens.” I eagerly nodded. “And I might tell you no.” I nodded significantly less eagerly. “Looks like one part of you is up for that rule.” Daddy B glanced down and smirked at the bulge in my pants. “Sexy boy, we can’t do anything about that just yet.”
“Daaaaaady.”
“Last one. Number five is that you have to be as kind to yourself as you are to your stuffies.” As Daddy B spoke, he snagged my hand and entwined our fingers. “I know you take good care of them, and I want you to take good care of yourself too.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BRENNEN
“We good with the rules?”I asked Ellie.
Each moment he was beside me on the couch, I became a little more distracted by him. I knew he was a little…my little…and I wanted to stretch my Daddy wings. He could finally let go of the weight he carried, and I wanted to be the one who cared for him so he could do that.
“Yeah, we’re good.” Ellie’s shy smile wasn’t meant to be enticing, but it was.
“In that case, I think it’s time you get yourself a chore chart made, and while you do that, I’m gonna make the schedule. We’ll talk about it after it’s done. I want to make sure I have everything on there that you need.” While we spoke, I kept our hands together because I wasn’t ready to let go of him.
The more I was around Ellie, the more I wanted him around. I knew he had only been here for a little while, but it was hard to remember who my old roommate was and why I hated living with anyone because Ellie was a fucking dream. He wasn’t invading my space because he was supposed to be here. The only thing I didn’t like was that he didn’t sleep in my bed every night. Baby steps.
Ellie scrambled to his feet, tugged me to mine, and then we both lugged the bags from the craft store to the living room. Ellie arranged everything on the table as if it were a buffet of crafts. I appreciated that he was careful with the glitter, although I knew it would likely end up on the carpet. It was a small price to pay to see the happiness on his face. I scrounged around in the kitchen until I found some scissors, and he went to work creating a large frame to hang around his chore chart.
Before he got too deep into his project, I asked Ellie to send me his school and rink schedule so I could create his visual schedule. For the most part, he had the same classes on a regular schedule, and the rink was pretty easy to work around too. The most important thing I wanted to ensure was that he got his little time. The other issue was making sure he had designated study time every day so he didn’t feel the need to cram everything in over the weekend. Before this weekend, I’d seen him working feverishly to keep up because he wasn’t focused enough during the week.
Ellie wasn’t rushing to label what we were doing outside the apartment, but I was dating him, and the sooner he recognized that, the better off we would be. Although that was a discussion I needed to have with him. Bringing it up to him felt like a Daddy job.
“Hey, kiddo, will you be my boyfriend?” Ellie looked at me like I had grown two heads. “What? I don’t want to see anyone else and I damn sure don’t want you going to some other Daddy?” Ellie sat mute. “I should have done it in a note, and then you could’ve checked a box,” I added with what, I hoped, was a bright smile. “You’re killing me here, baby boy.”
Ellie launched himself off the floor and straight into my lap. He straddled my hips and our cocks rubbed against each other. With a laugh, he wrapped his arms around my neck and planted a solid kiss on my mouth. Damn, I liked this side of my boy.
“Well, shit, baby boy. If I knew it would get this kind of reaction, I would have said something sooner.” Ellie slammed his mouth to mine and slipped his tongue inside. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm. Regardless, my cock responded to his ass on my lap and stiffened.
“You can’t take it back, Daddy.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” Even if it killed my dick, I was going to give him the little time I’d promised him. “Finish your frame for your chart and we’ll put it together, all right?”
