Page 142 of Monster Daddies
I’d get used to it but it was wrong.
Still snickering, Malik rolled back over, wrapping me up against his fuzzy chest. When I couldn’t resist snuggling against him, he chuckled again. “I’m very glad you don’t mind the hair.”
“I love the hair.” It made him warm and soft and almost tickled. “I’ve never been attracted to guys that look like me, so don’t ever think I’m settling for you.”
I just hadn’t thought to go looking for someone like him… and running into him in a city was a one in a billion chance.
Fuck… running into him in the woods probably had the same odds.
“Don’t ever think I’m settling for you either.” Malik kissed my head again before easing back and pushing the covers down. “Not when I’m giving you a bath or changing your diaper or spanking that cute bottom like I think you want.”
Out of everything, that was what had my face heating up and he chuckled again. “Yes, we need to go over your limits list today.”
That was probably a good idea.
“Yours too.” He hadn’t mentioned anything that’d surprised me… well, outside of the looking like he was human… but therewere going to be things we had to compromise on. “I want to know what you like.”
He raised one eyebrow as he eased down my jammie pants. “Taking care of you.”
Duh.
That wasn’t always easy, unfortunately, so I might’ve covered my face as he started taking off my diaper. “I’m going to try to accept that but I’m going to get squirmy when I’m a grown-up doing some stuff.”
Malik made an understanding hum and I heard him reach over to the nightstand for something. “But my Little Roo doesn’t seem to have any reservations about things like that. He’s very… practical.”
“And opinionated.” We’d already gone over that but it made him chuckle again. “But yeah, that side of me doesn’t get embarrassed over diapers or anything like that. I don’t know why.”
Maybe a tiny bit concerned to begin with but that was it.
“He’s your confident side that isn’t worried about saying what he thinks or asking for what he wants, whether that’s attention, more cookies, or to go to the bathroom.” Malik’s matter-of-fact tone had some of my nervousness fading, but the air that suddenly rushed over my dick and the cold wipe that touched me fixed the rest.
He laughed as I squeaked and wiggled, embarrassed that time because of the cold shrinkage issue. “My poor baby.”
Bad Dom.
Naughty.
But before I could decide how dramatic I was going to be, the diaper was gone and I was naked from the waist down.
Hmm.
Maybe the shrinkage issue wouldn’t be a problem for long.
“Can I say you’re my sexy boy without you getting more embarrassed again?” His teasing tone made me groan and I pulled a pillow over my head again.
“Yes.” I was dramatic but I wanted him to like me. “You could’ve told me I was cute or had a nice penis last night and I wouldn’t have been upset. I’d have probably thanked you and kissed your cheek and then moved on to bubbles or something silly.”
Little me wasn’t interested in sexy times, but I liked knowing my Daddy liked me no matter what way he showed it.
“That’s good to know.” Malik patted the pillow like it was my head. “You are very cute and very sexy.”
I liked the compliments.
My dick liked the compliments.
But it made Malik sigh. “But you’re sending me mixed signals, naughty boy. I don’t know if I can touch you or if I need to back off and put clothes on you or back off and let you get dressed.”
Being a good grown-up was hard.
