or something.”
“It’s nothin’,” I lie, dipping my head to hide my growing smile. I swear, I don’t know how it can get any bigger without breaking my face in two.
“Liar,” he calls me out, and my face heats up as I chuckle. “Did the gala go well?” he guesses.
“Lord no,” I answer immediately, grimacing at the brief reminder of that blond haired devil who tried to ruin my night. Then again, thinking back about it now, other than Barrett’s ex, the night wasn’t off to too bad a start. It coulda been nice to stay a little longer. I wonder if Barrett would have asked to dance with me. I ain’t never danced before so I prob’ly ain’t no good, but it might’ve been fun.
I stand up to grab another box of books and wince at the soreness between my cheeks, my face heating up even more at the memory of the way he filled me up. I’m glad for the cock cage that he put back on late last night, otherwise I’d get hard just thinking about it, and I can’t think of nothing more awkward than popping a boner in front of Em.
“Ooo, sss-somebody’s sore. Is that why you’re all smiley? Did your Daddy give it to you good last night?” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I find myself laughing again. I never had nobody to talk about sex with before. Heck, I never had sex to talk about before neither. It seems like the kinda thing friends do. If I can have a Daddy and a sore behind from a spanking, I can have a friend too, right?
“It was…um…” I finally get the courage to look full at him. “It was my first time.”
His mouth forms into a surprised O. “Ever?”
I nod, picking up a few books out of the box and running my finger along the spines. “It wasn’t ‘cause I didn’t want to. Just, nobody wanted me before.” I shrug, surprised at the slight burning behind my eyes at my own words. I clench my butt cheeks together for another reminder that things are different now.
“Was it amazing?” he asks, leaning forward eagerly.
I nod rapidly. “So amazing.”
He squeals a little and then sighs like he might just swoon right here on the spot. “I n-need a man.”
I put the books I’m holding onto the shelf and then eye Em again. He’s wearing a different unicorn t-shirt today, and I’m starting to think that he don’t own nothing else. It looks good on him though. I’d look silly wearing purple unicorns and tight jeans, but it suits him well. He seems like the type who’d look good in just about anything.
“You’re real good lookin’, you could prob’ly find someone if you wanted.”
“Ha,” he huffs the sound. “Mmm-my looks aren’t the problem. You’ve probably noticed, but my sss-stutter is much worse when I first mmm-meet someone, and that goes triple for hot g-guys. I get so tongue tied, I c-c-can’t string two words together.” He stands up and brushes off his jeans. “It’s totally embarrassing. Sometimes I j-just pretend I’m deaf on M4M so when g-guys show up to hook up, they d-don’t expect me to t-talk at all.”
“M4M?” I ask, cocking my head to one side.
“It’s a dating and h-hookup app,” he explains. “They h-have settings for k-kinky hookups too, but I h-h-haven’t gotten up the courage to try it y-yet.”
“You should.” I grin again. “Daddies are the best.”
Barrett
I lift the spoon to my lips to get a quick taste, making sure the seasoning is right. One of the nannies I had growing up made the best gumbo, and I emailed her a few years ago for the recipe one night when I was nostalgic and craving it. I haven’t managed to come close to replicating the one she made—I’m convinced she left something out of the recipe to make sure hers would always be best—but it’s pretty darn good.
As soon as I hear the sound of the front door opening, my heart leaps, and a smile spreads over my face. It’s felt like an entirely unbearable day waiting for my boy to get home. His footsteps echo through the house, bringing him closer and making the giddy flutter in my chest all the more persistent until I’m ready to pounce on him the second he steps into the kitchen.
Sterling makes a surprised sound when I sweep him up into my arms and press a kiss firmly against his lips.
“Daddy,” he giggles. He fucking