Page 51 of Culture and Curiosities
Daddy used it so good I had to give him more kisses. “You remembered that one. Good job, Daddy.”
We’d spent boring meeting time, and when Klynn was pouting and avoiding Daddy, going over good words from the dictionary. Daddy liked learning and I liked not being bored.
I’d colored too fast.
“Thank you, my Wren.” Daddy was still watching me close, but he didn’t do anything silly like tell me I was being sneaky. “Let’s finish our conversation before we change the subject.”
He’d probably think I was being naughty if I told him he was doing good with his sentences too, so I sighed and didn’t say it out loud.
Or think it.
Not much, anyway.
He was being dramatic and ignored it, though.
“Daddies cannot be dramatic, my mate.” Daddy shrugged like he’d been practicing and it looked very human…Earthy? Earthian? “The diner men explained that.”
I wasn’t sure I liked all the stuff he was learning from the diner men.
“I think—” Daddy stopped me, giving me a quick peck to cut off my words.
“You think it is time to go back to our conversation.” He kissed my cheek that time. “Good boy. Now, grown-up toys is a comment about the items in the black bag?”
Part of me said I should change the subject but even I knew that wasn’t an option. Daddy was just feeling very serious, though, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Yes, but we don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. Everyone is different.”
Daddy studied me closely before the bond got brighter in my head and his thoughts filled me up like a bathtub. I loved the almost overflowing feelings and slowly curled into him so I didn’t slosh them around too much. “That’s…that’s nice.”
Showing him how long my day had been, I let everything in my bathtub brain make waves back and forth like it was rocking me from the mate bond out. Daddy squeezed me tight, making the feelings even bigger or better or something. “Yes, we will give you lots of nice feelings and help you relax. You’re going to be my happy squirrel and we’re going to play.”
I liked playing.
I liked being full too.
Tummy full.
Head full.
Bottom full.
I liked being full.
Daddy was good at making me full too because he kept hugging me and kept me filled with all of him. His happies and his naughties and his complainies.
“We’ll…we’ll find a way to make Klynn not a pain in the butt, Daddy. We can do it.” He wasn’t happy because he was stillworking on little stuff and liking people stuff and needing people stuff. “We’re…we’re smart and we’ll show him he can be happy.”
The waves of thoughts and emotions made me feel like I was being rocked on a boat and it was almost hypnotic. “I think…I think he’s worried.”
Daddy kissed my head, barely relaxing his arms and lowering the bathtub emotions a tiny bit. “Do you think his worries are about finding his mate?”
I might’ve nodded.
I thought I nodded.
Maybe I nodded?
“Yes.” Heads didn’t matter anyway. “I think he’s worried…worried about finding his mate back on your world. He’s curious…he’s curious about being little and you guys don’t have that.”
They didn’t seem to have subs or kinks or spankings either…so I could understand why he was worried.
