Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He shrugged.
He frowned.
“Sure.”
We had at least one word still so that was a good sign.
“Then you can color and we’ll relax until I think we’re done.” His clothes were nondescript enough that he could wear them home without a problem. “Do you—”
“You.” Ashton’s confusing interruption made sense to him because he blinked at me a few times when I had no idea what to say. “What about you?”
Me?
“Do I need a drink?” Yes. Definitely yes, but he shook his head. Trying again, I worked my way back through the conversation. “What am I going to do?”
Bingo.
Um.
That was a very good question.
Chapter 23
Ashton
My naughty man…my naughty Daddy man shrugged.
Not good.
Bored Doms were…they were not good.
He needed…did Daddies color?
No. I couldn’t think about crayons or quiet toys yet…or cuddles or bottles.
“You like talking.” Yes. That would work. I waved my hand toward the wall that might’ve been where the sitting people were. “You do. I know that.”
It took a lot of work to know that but I did.
“You know…the hardest part…the hardest part of this scene is being me. Being awake and big me.” Yes. That made sense. “I might be…fuzzy.”
I wasn’t back in the right order yet.
My Daddy man nodded and kissed my forehead as he finished washing my penis. It was worn out and fuzzy too. “I think that’s a very good point, but you don’t have to stay big much longer. Just a bit longer and then you can relax and won’t have to worry about anything.”
There were a lot of anythings, so I hoped he was right.
“I’m going to get you dressed in your diaper, onesie, and then the pants I picked out to go over it. We’re going to get you a bottle and cuddle for a few minutes.” My Daddy man finished washing my legs and stood up to get the water and bring it closer.
I wanted to giggle when he sprayed me, but my giggles were fuzzy too. My Daddy man was okay with just a smile, though. He even gave me another kiss. “Then you’re going to sit on the floor and color while we relax and I see what the other people are doing. You don’t have to pay any attention to the other people but you’re okay with me finding another Dom or couple to talk to? Yes?”
He had a lot of words.
He asked a lot of questions.
What had he said?
“I need…I need my spoon, Daddy.” Yes. That would help. “And…and my elephant.”
Daddy blinked and nodded and kissed my head. “We’re definitely ready for spoon time. But first, is that plan good?”
Good?
“Okay.” Hmm…my frowning Daddy… “I…you like people. I don’t have to like people. But I like my bottle and my spoon.”
That was important.
It was in the bag.
“Stand up slowly, baby.” Daddy wasn’t fast but I was fast. “Okay, binkie and spoon time. Let’s go get dried off.”
“We have towels.” The man said so. “He…the man said it wasn’t nice to hold my toys hostage.”
I liked that.
I liked the fancy man.
“I’m glad he agreed with you. He seemed to like you and might come say hi to check on us.” Daddy kissed my head again as he wrapped a big, big Daddy-sized towel around me. “These are amazing. I need to figure out where they got actual bath towels this size.”
Distracted Daddy.
“Stop giggling, silly goose. They’re huge.”
Silly Daddy, not silly goose.
“He can…he can say hi. But…but I don’t have to talk. I have my quiet toy.” Even the fancy man couldn’t make me talk. “I don’t have to talk. It’s…it’s in my contract.”
The fancy man couldn’t make me.
Nope.
Not even…not even if he was a spy catcher person.
“I’ll make sure he knows you don’t talk.” Daddy gave my forehead another kiss as he rubbed me and rubbed me and rubbed me with the towel. “You color and you play and you use your hands to tell me more.”
“Hands. I have hands.” Daddy said…he said something about my mitts. “Yes.”
Two orgasms and lots of worries and lots of naughty stuff made my head so fuzzy.
Ugh.
Daddy read my mind again.
He laughed.
“Yep. You have a very special Daddy but that’s okay. It’s not rude since I’m your Daddy.” Mind-reading Daddy was also magic Daddy. “Yes, quiet toy for a fuzzy boy.”
No more words.
No more moving.
No more anythings.
Daddy did everything when it was quiet toy time.
He dried me.
He kissed me.
He put me on the bench.
He put my diaper on.
He made me cute.
“This really is adorable. I didn’t realize how discreet these could be with big-boy-looking pants.” Daddy smoothed down my special shirt and smiled. “You’re so cute.”
Daddy liked me cute.
“Alright. You’re all set.” Daddy picked me up. Daddy put me down. “You’re just going to sit right here for me while I get dressed.”
Daddy’s turn.
Daddy’s turn to dry.
Daddy’s turn to make happy sounds at the big towel.
Daddy’s turn to grumble about not having smell stuff.