Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He was such a Daddy.
“Sounds good.” And it was clearly a plan that didn’t make him nervous since he got to focus on Joel. “Oh, do we have anything we can use as toys in the tub?”
He should’ve questioned me about that request.
He should’ve at least given me a WTF face.
He should’ve shaken his head.
He did none of that.
“Sure. I was going to give them to him for his birthday next month but let’s call it a first cage celebration and I’ll figure out something else.” Dean seemed to think his response was perfectly normal as he headed out and went across the hall to his bedroom.
For fuck’s sake.
He had bathtub toys in his closet.
“I’m ready for my cage.” Joel’s singsong tone got louder in a desperate bid to get his cage on, and as I came out of the bedroom, I saw him peeking down the hall. “I’m being patient.”
Was he, though?
“One second.” He didn’t like that answer and started to pout, but as Dean passed me a big bag of bathtub toys, Joel decided that pitching a fit could wait.
“Oh.” He didn’t forget the very grown-up toys in his hand, but he immediately came closer and his eyes got wider. “More toys.”
Well, at least he wasn’t pouting any longer.
“Yes, Dean got them for you to play with in the tub and he thought your first cage celebration would be a good time to give them to you.” It was a completely insane explanation but Joel didn’t see it that way.
He simply stared at them in awe and then sighed as Dean stepped out of the bedroom, probably feeling braver once Joel had started awing over them. “Oh, Master Dean, thank you.”
At some point we were going to need to have a discussion on that title for Dean, but I decided to fuck with everything another time.
“You’re welcome.” Dean chuckled as Joel threw himself at him and nearly brained both of us trying to hug his Master Dean…who was probably his Daddy. “We thought you should have your bubble bath first and then when you’re all clean we can put your cage on. How does that sound?”
I was pretty sure as his Doms we were supposed to tell him when the cage went on, not the other way around. But everyone knew Daddies were the pushovers of the BDSM world, so I wasn’t surprised that aspect hadn’t gotten all fucked up with a toy.
Maybe the problem was that we kept calling it a toy?
Would making sure it was a sex toy help?
What was I thinking?
I was talking about Joel, so no, it would not make a difference. We were definitely going to need to expand our vocabulary to take little stuff into consideration.
“Yes. Clean and caged and cute.” Head bouncing side to side as he didn’t take his eyes off the brightly colored mesh bag of plastic people and random shit, Joel looked like he was ready to tackle me for his new goodies. “There was…I needed…”
Swinging the bag back and forth had him almost hypnotized and he lost track of what he was going to complain about. But luckily for him, his Daddy had a wonderful memory and wasn’t as easily distracted. “You need a snack. I’m going to go get that ready while you and Tate get the bubbles ready.”
“Bubbles.” Joel’s patience ran out and he gave me a beaming smile before snatching the toys. “I’ll get started. I’m being helpful.”
Bullshit.
“The brat just stole the fucking toys.” I didn’t bother being quiet, but Joel wasn’t scared based on the maniacal giggles that were coming from the bathroom. “Don’t dawdle with the snacks or it might get dangerous in there.”
My ridiculous teasing got more laughter from Joel, but Dean shook his head. “Be careful. Don’t let him get distracted and drown or something.”
He walked toward the kitchen, still looking worried and not realizing at all that Joel was a legitimate adult.
A squirrely one but an adult, nonetheless.
“I’ll be careful with him.” Daddies were worriers. How had I not realized that? “But we’ll figure out some rules just in case.”
He should’ve rolled his eyes at me but he nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
No, it was not.
But pointing that out would just lead us to a conversation I wasn’t quite ready to have yet, so I headed toward the bathroom and found Joel naked, bouncing with his toys and his bubble bath in his hands. “I waited. Dean doesn’t have to worry.”
He’d just find something else to worry about, but it was nice to have one thing checked off the list. “Good boy.”
The adult toy bag had disappeared but I told myself I’d figure out where that went later as I kissed Joel’s head. “You were very patient.”
That praise got me another beaming smile. “I was very good, so I get lots of bubbles.”