Tristan huffed. “I know, Daddy. I promise I’ll rest lots when we get home!” Daniel smiled and kissed his boy on the forehead. “I know you will, sweetie, because I’m going to make sure you do.”
Tristan smiled up at his Daddy like a love-drunk fool. “Otay, Daddy!”
“Good boy. Now get your things.”
Daniel released his hold on Tristan, and he practically skipped down the hall. It made me smile to see him feeling better. I just hoped the same was true for Ellery. “I’m glad he seems to be feeling better.”
Daniel came over to the couch, and I sat up to make room for him. “He is, but he still needs rest. Yesterday, he felt so bad he had no problem sitting still, but that’s not the case today. I’m going to have to find creative ways to keep him in bed.”
Daniel was in full Daddy mode, utterly oblivious to how his words sounded. I couldn’t help but tease him. “Oh, is the honeymoon phase wearing off so fast that you already have to find alternative ways to keep him in bed?”
Daniel groaned, running his hand over his face. “That is not what I meant, and you know it. But honestly, not a bad idea. He does get sleepy after an orgasm.” We both burst out laughing.
“I bet he does... lucky bastard.” I was happy for my best friend, I honestly was, but hearing about how he got to go home and take care of his sick boy and keep him in bed with orgasms had the monster that was jealousy rearing its ugly head. Just as I felt myself starting to slip into the darkness that always seemed to creep up when I thought about wanting a little of my own, they walked in, taking my breath away.
Ellery was stunning; they must’ve changed, because instead of the clothes they were wearing when I tucked them in, they were wearing a pastel-purple nightgown. The sleeves were puffy, and the almost sheer material was cinched at the wrists. The body of the nightgown was the same sheer purple, but a slip underneath kept it from being see-through. It was stunning.
“Good morning. Oh, hi Daniel. Is Tristan here too?”
“Good morning, Ellie. He is. He just went to his room to grab a few things.”
Ellery bounced excitedly. “Yay, I’m going to go say hi.” They moved to leave the room, but hesitated, and then their eyes were on mine. “Morning, Daddy David.” Their lips turned into a smirk, and then they were gone. My whole body was vibrating with excitement and need. It was common in kink spaces for subs to refer to Doms with their title and name. Ellery knew what they were doing to me. It was a tease. I couldn’t wait till they dropped my name and just called me Daddy, but that was a title I had to earn. This was just them teasing, getting close to the water’s edge but not diving in all the way. When the time came that they were ready to submerge themself, I wouldn’t hesitate to jump right in with them. “Daddy David, huh?”
When I looked at him, Daniel’s face was plastered with the biggest shit-eating grin I’d ever seen. “It’s perfectly normal for littles to use Daddy as a title with the person’s name. I get called that at the club all the time.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, maybe. But when littles at the club call you Daddy David, they don’t look at you like they want to climb you like a tree.”
While he was right, I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. Everything with Ellery was still so new, I didn’t want to get my hopes up. “Speaking of the club, did you know that Tristan and Ellery have never been there? They’re seriously missing out on some business, and of course, the little playroom.”
Thankfully, David seemed too shocked by this information to realize I’d changed the subject. “Really? That’s actually quite surprising. I’ll need to make sure Tristan has business cards. Jack would love to help spread the word about their shop.”
The tightness in my chest loosened. I’d known my best friend would be just as shocked by this as I was. I loved how similar yet different we were. “It is. We should all go sometime soon. The littles would have so much fun together, plus it’ll give you a chance to talk to Jack about donating some toys. Do you think Tristan would be interested in donating some stuffed animals?”
“Damn. I totally forgot about that. I’ll have to ask him, but I bet he’d love to. Maybe if they’re feeling better, we could go this weekend. Both our memberships come with guest passes, so they don’t have to worry about paying the fee.”
“That sounds perfect. I also have a mural I’m working on for the pet room that I know they’d both love to see.”
Excitement filled me. I loved sharing my art with the people I cared for, and I couldn’t wait to show them. “Then it’s settled! As long as Tristan and Ellery are okay with it, of course.”
I couldn’t wait.
Chapter six
Ellery
My heart was hammering in my chest. I couldn’t believe I’d called him Daddy again. Well, not exactly. I’d only called him Daddy David, which was pretty usual for the kink spaces I’d been in online. I desperately wanted to drop the “David” and call him “Daddy,” though. I hoped to get the chance soon.
It had only been a day, and I was already becoming addicted to him. The soft, deep rumble of his voice when he called me princess had almost made me unload into my panties. His voice was incredibly sexy, but it was also soothing. The way he spoke when reading my bedtime story had lulled me into a deep, peaceful sleep.
I’d woken when I heard Daniel’s voice and quickly changed into one of my pretty nightgowns, hoping to get to see Tristan. I certainly wasn’t thinking about David when I chose my lovely nightgown.
He looked so freaking sexy sitting on my couch, his hair all rumpled from sleep. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t feel comfortable calling him “Daddy” yet, since we hadn’t discussed boundaries. But then he hadto go and call me princess, nearly causing me to make a mess in my pretties. Daddy David, though, was safer, and he said he liked hearing me call him that last night, so I knew it wouldn’t offend him.
When I entered Tristan’s room, he was going through his totes of yarn, throwing random balls into his bag. “Hey, bestie.”
“Ellie! I was worried you’d still be sleeping.” Tristan placed a few more skeins into the bag and zipped it up. He sat down on the edge of his bed and patted the space next to him, but I shook my head, and the look on his face was priceless. I desperately wanted to sit next to my bestie, but I had a bone to pick with him. I glared at him, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “‘He’s so nice. His paintings are amazing. He told me Daniel is a Daddy, and he’s so cool.’ All of that and not once did you ever think to mention, oh, I don’t know, the fact that he’s the hottest person ever to exist and looks like he personally walked out of my most recent wet Daddy dream.”
My hands were flailing in the air, and my voice was raised in mock outrage. My apartment was tiny, and I needed to quiet down or David was going to hear me. I must not have been feeling as well as I thought, because suddenly I was coughing up a lung, and I felt hot yet shaky all over. Before I was even done coughing, David was by my side with an open bottle of water, and Daniel was standing in the doorway. I grabbed the bottle of water and took a small sip of the cold liquid, which felt refreshing against my sore throat. I looked up at David, my eyes not meeting his fully. “Thank you... Sorry, I thought I was feeling better today, but I guess not.”
