Page 525 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
The best part, which I don’t think she’s noticed yet? Emily’s sewn plackets in the bodysuit and tights for easy access in ... a strategic area.
“Like it, my bumble baby?”
“So much, Oppa.”
“Good.” I take a fleece out of the luggage and drape it around Cynnie’s shoulders, attaching the little closure at her neck. This is another Emily-creation; I’m going to have to start paying her for these commissions. It’s an after-care blanket in feather-softfleece with Velcro tabs at each corner so it can be fastened in a number of different ways to cuddle my little in comfort.
The way Jack and Bravo strip and dress their littles tells me they’ve played together many more times than the two hunts we’ve done together. I’ve seen how comfortable Logan and Emily are being naked around other kinksters, but I’m not there yet. I spent a week sharing rooms with De Leon and was never naked in front of him. I guess I’m just not a nudist at heart.
Covering Cynnie while I change her is different. She’s more comfortable with public nudity than I am, but I don’t share my bumble baby with others. She’smine.
Once I have her dressed, and blushing an adorable golden rose as she’s discovered the costume’s easy access, I unwind the fleece and tuck it away for later. I strip off my sweater and shirt; I’ll hunt bare-chested. I’m already wearing soft black pants with reinforced knees. I pull on the hot pink, fur-trimmed cape, and matching Santa hat.
“Ho-ho-ho,” I say.
Cynnie and Sammi, who is watching us as Jack changes into a purple and white wolf onesie that matches Sammi’s, squeal and clap.
“Primal Santa Daddy,” Sammi coos.
I give him a feral grin.
“Ready?” Bravo asks, striding over. He’s wearing a barbarian costume that’s similar to mine only in leather. A fabric sword flaps at his hip that makes me grin. Very safe for slaying his little, who is dressed as a Christmas dragon in a red, green, and gold onesie.
Henry and Leda are in complementary costumes, only Leda’s in a fluffy blue and gold princess gown. I wonder if they play with Bravo and Yumiko as a foursome often.
“Ready,” I confirm. “How much of a head start are we giving our prey?”
“Ten minutes,” Bravo says.
“Five.” Jack grins.
“Compromise at eight.” I take a manual kitchen timer out of the luggage. Waggling my eyebrows, I ask the littles, “Ready, prey?”
Cynnie and Leda squeak adorably.
Sammi shifts from foot to foot.
“Hold up,” Jack says. He draws Sammi aside and whispers something. Sammi turns pink as he nods.
“Potty break,” Jack announces.
All of the littles troop off to the bathroom. Unbelievable. Cynnie would have been trying to hold it all through the scene; I should have checked. There’s a lot to be said for Jack’s experience and how well he can read his boy.
Once the littles return, I catch and hold Cynnie’s dark eyes. “Anything you need to tell Oppa?”
She pulls a face, rolling her eyes right and left. “Nope, nothin’.”
“You’ll pay for that later, my bumble baby.”
“Not afraid of the big, bad Oppa.”
Game. On. “You will be.” I twist the dial on the timer. “Ready, set, go!”
The timer buzzes as I release it. With shrieks, the littles bolt through the door into the maze.
Cuteness on the hoof.
“Did you check the site for the secret of the maze?” Jack asks me once our littles are out of sight.
