Once we were alone again, Ellery leaned into my side and took a few sips of their soda. The atmosphere was nice and calming as we chatted. Ellery talked about what kinds of dresses they were currently making, and every word out of their mouth was full of passion and joy. I loved listening to Ellery talk about their love for sewing. Their eyes lit upwith excitement, their hands moving wildly as they spoke. Everything about them captivated me.
Just before our food arrived, I returned the favor and talked more about the current projects I was working on. Ellery listened with rapt attention and even asked questions about my work. Their genuine interest in my art made my heart soar.
“Here’s your spaghetti, miss.” Katie returned with our meals. The steaming plates were topped with a generous layer of noodles and sauce, and three huge meatballs. She placed Ellery’s plate in front of them and then turned to me, doing the same. “Can I get you anything else?”
I turned to check with Ellery with a questioning look, and they shook their head. “No, thank you. This looks amazing.” Ellery hummed in agreement, and Katie smiled. “Perfect. Let me know if you need anything else. Enjoy!”
We shared a comfortable silence as we dug into our food. We sat close together, which made it impossible to eat without bumping into one another, but I didn’t mind. Every touch, every slight brush of their skin, made my need for them grow ever stronger.
Ellery had finished their Sprite almost as soon as we started eating. They gave a little pout, asking for more, but I told them they needed to drink their water first. Ellery must have been thirsty because, despite their reluctance to drink their water, they’d almost finished that glass as well.
Just as I was finishing my food, I started to notice Ellery wiggling in their seat out of the corner of my eye. My gaze settled on their emptyglasses, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Whether Ellery was doing it on our purpose or not, I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t really care. Either way, we were going to play.
As I finished up my food, I discreetly kept an eye on Ellery as their squirming and wiggling became more intense. Just as I was about to give in and ask what was wrong, Ellery grabbed my hand and squeezed, demanding my full attention.
“Yes, darling?" When my gaze met theirs, I nearly moaned at what I saw. Ellery’s eyes were slightly panicked but full of want and need. They pulled my arm gently, and I took the hint and leaned in close.
A shudder ran through me when Ellery’s warm breath ghosted the shell of my ear. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I thought I could wait. I didn’t mean to, but I gotta go really bad.”
Ellery’s hand squeezed mine harder, making me groan. Their other hand was fisted in my shirt, their knuckles damn near white. “Do you want Daddy to take you to the potty, princess?”
Ellery barely held back a moan as they continued to wiggle beside me. “Please, Daddy. It hurts. I really thought I could wait.”
Not wanting to waste another moment, I stood, keeping hold of their hand and helping them out of the booth. “It’s going to be okay, darling. Let’s go.”
Chapter twelve
Ellery
My bladder felt like it was going to explode as Daddy led us to the back of the restaurant, where the bathrooms were. Thankfully, the space was dimly lit, and there weren’t many people around.
My bladder lurched, and my dick began to ache. I desperately wanted to reach down and grab myself, but that would be too obvious. I also wanted to be good for Daddy. I hadn’t meant to drink so much, but by the time I realized it, it was too late.
I’m not sure why it took me so long to ask Daddy to help me. It’s not that I didn’t want him to. I just wasn’t sure whether he’d want to help me in public. Uncertainty had taken hold of me, but eventually the need to pee and the desire to have my Daddy help me won out.
Oh boy, was I wrong. Daddy took it in full stride and was immediately there to help me. Daddy checked around the hall before leading us into a single-stall family restroom. The heat in his eyes, compared with thedesperation that filled me, was intoxicating and had my dick rock hard in my panties.
“Daddy, it hurts.”
I know, darling, come here.” David placed me in front of the toilet, wrapped one hand around my waist, and used the other to pull down the front of my pants.
“My poor princess. So squirmy.” He wrapped his hand around my hard cock and squeezed, drawing a loud moan from my lips. “Shh, princess. We may be alone, but you can’t be too loud, or someone will hear you.”
I nodded wildly, too scared to open my mouth. “Why didn’t you tell Daddy sooner? My poor darling looks like they’re going to burst.”
My whole body heated from embarrassment, and my bladder cramped again. If it weren’t for Daddy’s tight grip on my cock, I probably would have pissed all over myself.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I got anxious. I wasn’t sure if this was something you’d want to do in public, and I got scared.”
Daddy’s grip on my cock tightened just enough to make my back arch and a moan crawl up my throat, but I stifled it by biting my lip. His voice was a low growl as his breath tickled my ear. “I told you, princess, as your Daddy, I will take care of you no matter what or where we are. If you need to go potty and want Daddy’s help, you ask.”
Daddy placed open-mouthed kisses on my neck and shoulder, making me shiver and my cock impossibly harder. “Daddy, it hurts. I can’t pee like this.”
David’s breaths were ragged and shallow. I couldn’t see his gaze, but I could feel its intensity. It made me squirm even more, my belly swelling with discomfort and pleasure. So much pleasure. I thought I simply liked it when Daddy helped me use the potty. It was about the control. It still was, but the embarrassment paired with the desperation that filled me made me hotter than ever before.
“Darling, I’ve got to be honest, I think I might have a piss desperation kink because this is so fucking hot.” He pumped my dick once and then twice before squeezing me again, and I nearly unloaded right there. I wasn’t sure if I would piss or come when the unyielding pressure finally won out, but I felt too good to care. “Do you like it too, princess? Do you like being full to bursting as you squirm for Daddy?”
Fuck. It was like he read my mind. “Daddy, please. It hurts, but it feels so good.”
