Cullen had, with some gentle prompting, collected all his clean clothes and neatly folded them into a slightly crooked pile on the chair next to his dresser. He flitted about his room, his featherlight skirt floating around his legs as he ran to place his clothes neatly.
My phone chimed to let me know our order was ready. Cullen had been very loud in his opinions on what fish he wanted and then used some colourful swear words when I pointed out thesalad options I’d be getting as well. The huffing and puffing died off once I threatened corner time. It seemed that was something my sweet little princess was not a fan of at all.
“Okay, Princess, time to wash your hands and face and go set the table. I'm going to head down and get our order. I think they even threw in a potato fritter for you.” Cullen did a little jig for joy, which made me smile. “You’re still going to try some of the salad I ordered, aren’t you?”
Cullen bolted past me giggling, but not fast enough. I was able to grab an armful of cheeky boy. “Got you.”
Cullen's laugh was light and carefree. I wanted to see him like this more often.
“Kisses, Daddy.” Cullen looked up at me and there was not a man alive who could refuse those gorgeous eyes.
“Any time, baby.” Cullen relaxed against me as I kissed him slowly, and Cullen’s hands came around my waist, grabbing my shirt. Cullen tasted like the toffees I knew he’d been sneaking, and he came alive as I deepened the kiss, our tongues brushing against each other. I took control moving him until he was against the wall.
I lowered my hand and caressed my boy through the folds of his diaphanous skirt, then broke our kiss and smirked, fondling Cullen's cock. “Hmm, is my princess hard for Daddy already? Are you making a mess of your pretty panties?”
Colour creeped up Cullen's cheeks, and his eyes danced. Seems like he enjoyed the embarrassment. “Well, you’re going to have to behave, and no touching your cock, pretty one. That’s daddy’s property.”
Cullen let out a sharp breath, his dark eyes turning glassy. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Now why don’t you go do as Daddy asked, and I will go pick up our order.” I let Cullen go but not before I kissed him againa few more times. His lips were addictive, as were his sweet smiles.
“Don’t be long, Daddy.”
I wasn’t expecting how hard those words hit me in the heart. Cullen, with his sharp wit and gruff personality, had drawn me in, and the Cullen who danced around his room twirling in his skirt and giggling? Well, he’d damn well stolen my heart.
Chapter Twelve
My bed was made, check, my clean clothes all stacked, double check, now all I had to do was set the table and wait for Daddy. I couldn’t stop the huge grin that spread across my face. How had everything been flipped on its head in the space of two days? Two days ago, I was certain that my wish to find a Daddy was over. I’d accepted that maybe finding a partner and a Daddy was just not in the cards, but there Perry was wanting to be both my Daddy and my Master.
I needed to get downstairs. My small dining table was covered in medical journals and comics, and I’d not cleaned it off in ages. I’d not needed to in ages. When Mouse and Rhys visited, we always sat in my big, comfortable sofas, the one thing I’d spent money on in recent years. It was huge, nearly filling the small sitting room I had, but I didn’t care; the cushions were so soft it felt like you were sitting on cotton balls. I’d gone through all the fabric selections the store had available and eventually settling on a dark, stain-resistant faux suede that felt buttery soft to the touch and would put up with my occasional accidents with drinks and markers.
The temptation to run down the stairs was strong, but I walked down them slowly, mindful that I had my socks on, and I didn’t want to slip, which could be bad, especially if it got in the way of me serving Daddy tonight the way I wanted.
I really wanted to do something nice for him. He’d been so patient and kind, and let’s face it, he was sexy as hell. It would be no hardship to spend the night worshipping his cock. Still, those thoughts were distant as my middle mindset grew deeper. I wanted to curl up with him on the sofa and watch my favourite anime and then show Daddy my favourite comics. Still, I first needed to get the table set and show Daddy what a brilliant boy I could be.
First things first, I needed to find somewhere to hide all my medical journals and the other junk that had accumulated on the dining table. I looked across the room to the small cupboard under the stairs. That would do it. It might be a squeeze with everything else I had hidden in there, but it would have to do.
I’d shoved the last of the junk from the table into the cupboard just as I heard Daddy open the back door. I darted into my small kitchen and grabbed knives and forks and plates, carrying them out in a rush to the dining room, nearly running into Daddy as he came into the room with the bags of food.
“Whoa there, little one, you nearly knocked me on my arse.”
“Sorry, Daddy, but the table is not going to set itself.” I rushed past him, ignoring the heavenly smells coming from the bags he carried, and got busy setting the table.
Shoot.
I realised we needed vinegar and bread so I could make chip butty.
Daddy’s arm was around me. Somehow, he could still manhandle me while carrying a bag of takeout.
“Okay, my frantic little princess, I need you to slow down.”
“I just wanted it all done before you got back, but then I saw how messy the table was, and I had to try and find a spot for all my papers and junk, and then I took so long that I had to rush and get the knives and forks,” I said in a breathless rush, my anxiety ramping up. The fear I held onto of being a terrible boy for Perry was raising its ugly head again.
“Cullen, look at me, please.” Oh no, I could already hear the disappointment in Daddy’s tone. Stupid Cullen, I knew this wasn’t going to work out. I reined in my need to snap back with some caustic response.
“No, seriously, Daddy, the table is not going to set itself, and I promised to be a good boy and do it.” As I tried to move away, Daddy grabbed my arm, firmly pulling me to a stop.
“Cullen, come with me.” Daddy placed the bags of takeaway on the table, then took the cutlery and plates from my hands and set them down.
