Panting, I lay there, reveling in the feeling of my first orgasm with my Daddy—even if I’d come way to soon.
“Can we do that again?” Caden looked at me, grinned, and licked his lips. Oh. Daddy had swallowed my cum. Will he let me do that for him, too? “Can I taste you, too?”
“Yes, and yes, but first, we’re going to have breakfast.”
“Breakfast is overrated.” I wiggled my ass to get him to touch me again, but Caden stood back up and grabbed more wipes. “Please, I want to see the monster python.” I giggled when Caden dropped the package and bent down to pick them up again. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Caden stood back up, and I giggled again. The look on his face was priceless. “Can I play with the monster python?”
“Oh. My. God. Will you please stop.” That had me laughing even harder, but when I opened my mouth to tease him a little bit more, Caden shoved a binky between my lips. “The binky stays where it is until I finish cleaning you up, and we’re at the breakfast table.” Next, he shoved a stuffie into my arms. “You hold onto this. If you need to safeword, drop it. Otherwise, you’ll hold on tight.”
Uh, oh. Stern Daddy was even hotter than sweet Daddy. My cock tried to rise again, but Caden pressed the cold wipe against my balls. Obviously, sexy time was over—for now.
Chapter 12
Caden
As soon as I sat Henry down at the table, he dropped the stuffie and grinned up at me and signed, “Breakfast.”
“Is that how a polite Boy asks for breakfast?”
“Sorry, Daddy. Breakfast, please, Daddy.”
“Thank you, that’s much better. Coming right up.”
Of course, Henry giggled like a maniac when I said coming. Rolling my eyes, I walked over and pulled out a divided plate for him and a regular one for me. While I arranged eggs benedict, a waffle, and the fruit salad on his plate, I could hear him humming happily. It was probably the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Henry was bouncing his feet, and he was grinning behind his binky. When he caught me watching him, his grin got even bigger, and he nearly lost his binky. “You can take it out, but one more joke about my cock, and it goes right back in, and there will be no breakfast for you.”
“I’ll be a good Boy, Daddy,” Henry signed, but he couldn’t hide the twinkle in his eyes. “Does no joking mean no playing with it, either?”
“Oh, God.” I’ve created a monster, a sex-driven, cute as hell, little monster. I raised my eyebrow at Henry. “I really should get you that cock cage.”
“Can we look online later? I know a couple of sites where we could find one. There are a lot of sites with toys. Can we get something else, too? Maybe a plug to go with the cage. Or a dildo.”
He was unbelievable. Every other Boy would probably be terrified of the idea of being in a cage. Not Henry. He seemed to revel in the fantasy. He wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated. If anything, he looked excited. But that shouldn’t come as a surprise. When he sent me his list of likes, he’d written down that he wanted to explore edging and come control, along with ass play. Slowly I walked over to where he sat and knelt in front of him.
“I told you before that we’re going to explore everything you want together, Cupcake. If you want to buy some sex toys, we’ll do that.” Henry threw his fist in the air and whopped. “Not so quick. Daddy is still in charge, and Daddy decides what we do and when we do it, right?”
“But we’re going to do it? Are we going to try the cage? And the plug?”
“Yes, Baby.” I chuckled at his enthusiasm. We would see if he was still so excited about it when I locked his willy away. “But first breakfast. Then we go shopping.”
“Okay.” Henry smiled at me like I just hung the moon. Oh, my sweet Boy.
“Okay.”
I got up and kissed him, then I went back to work, while Henry started to hum happily again. Smiling, I filled a sippy cup with fresh orange juice for him and a cup with coffee for me. Then I brought both over to the table. Henry smiled, grabbed his cup, took a sip, and moaned. Did I say that his giggling was the perfect sound? Nah, his moans were. My cock hardened, but I ignored it.
“Is it good?”
“Best orange juice ever.”
“That’s because I bought oranges and made it myself.”
Henry’s eyebrows shot up, and he examined his sippy cup as if he was hoping to find the cure for cancer in there. “For real? I mean, you made it out of real oranges?”
I waited till he looked at me again, but chuckled. “Yes, real juice from real oranges.”
“Wow.”
Okay, so food was one thing to take his mind of sex. Good to know. I tapped his nose with my finger to get his attention again. “What do you want with your waffle? Syrup? Whipped cream? Or do you want to try some homemade marmalade from my mom?” His mouth formed an adorable O before he tilted his head, thinking hard about his choices.
“Can I
