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“It’s hard to remember that you love me right now,” I told him. “It’s a lot of suffering for one cute Little such as myself.”
Lucian tried not to be too amused, and he accepted the notes from me so he could read them. Read them, save them, make a list out of them, and report them to the volunteers so they knew what to expect from me.
“Listen up, everyone!” Mr. West called out. “We obviously encourage all Owners to complete as many notes as possible right here where we can enjoy the show!”
I stuck my tongue out in the general direction of Mr. West and all the other volunteers for the event.
Lucian started chuckling. “This is helpful—my personal Post-it. And a bit of tickling, huh? How fun.” He turned one note around; maybe it’d been upside down. And he smiled. “Wet sex. Interesting.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Why do you always have to pee on me, man?”
He barked out a laugh. His eyes were happy as he glanced down at me, the sun catching in his gaze, and I liked that part. I just hated the reason.
“To my knowledge, that has never happened before,” he noted.
“And it never should,” I pointed out.
He draped an arm around my shoulders and dipped down. “Fair enough.” He kissed my cheek. “I won’t pee on you. I’ll pee inside you instead.”
I whipped my head around and almost knocked my forehead against his. “Inside?!”
He hummed and kissed me softly. “Right after I fill you with my come.”
Oh. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and considered it. So he’d use me as a come dumpster and then relieve himself also?
“I’m conflicted,” I decided.
He liked that. “Good.”
I could only shake my head because this was weird and overwhelming and funny and frustrating and—I had to tell Daddy! He was some thirty feet away, but my voice carried.
“Daddy!” I shouted. “Uncle Lucian’s gonna doodle on me, pee in me, tickle me, and paddle me! Can we arrest him for Little abuse?”
Daddy squinted for the sun and didn’t miss a beat. “Not today, baby, because I want him to do all those things to you.”
I balled my hands into fists and glared, first at Daddy, then at Uncle Lucian. And I cursed their grins!
“You will taste the fuckening,” I whispered up at Lucian. “Both of you!”
“What did he say?” Daddy called.
Lucian turned to him. “We’re gonna taste the fuckening!”
“Oh. All right!” Daddy nodded and picked up his coffee mug. “Sounds fun!”
I gnashed my teeth, and if I went any harder, I’d crush them. They knew I hated when they were dismissive about my threatening character! When they called my danger cute. I could be strong and menacing! Yet, they just patted me on the head and mocked me.
“Are we pushing your buttons?” Uncle Lucian asked, way too amused for my liking.
I snarled at him, then stalked away.
Fuck being a good boy on the off chance that Daddy and a bunch of other Tops might play together. I wanted to get even! I wanted them to suffer!
Spotting Macklin and Lane, I scurried over there and took some comfort in that they didn’t look too happy either. It would be much easier to convince them to up the ante of our prank if they had suffering at the forefront of their minds too.
“So, hi. Does life suck for you also?” I asked, a little out of breath.
Macklin blew out a breath. “Uh, my Master’s gonna mark me with a temporary piercing, I’m gonna be tickled for a fucking hour in intervals, and I’m spending the night on a spike mat. You tell me.”
