“That obviously applies to you too, Cam,” Lucian said. “Shall we get back to work?”
“I’m gonna be seeing ninety-nine luftballons in my dreams tonight,” I yawned.
“As long as you don’t sing it.” Daddy shot me a wry smirk.
“I’m surprised you know the song, Noa,” Lucian noted.
I tossed another plastic pouch full of balloons into a box, then returned to the couch. “Mom likes really old music.”
“Ouch.” Lucian frowned.
“Annnd, he strikes…” Daddy muttered. “Thanks, freckles.”
I giggled lazily and eyed the list. Fifty balloons in assorted colors for the last box. That was nice. At least I didn’t have to dive for specific colors.
We’d gotten a lot done. We’d cleared most of the boxes around the seating area, and the numbered boxes were almost filled. Some more than others.
Several toys and implements gave me an idea of what kinds of stations we’d find at the event. Pet play was definitely one, needle play had been mentioned before, and Lucian and Cameron were gonna host a wax play thing.
“I just wanna point out that there’s a box with only fifteen red balloons,” I said.
Lucian smiled to himself. “Fascinating.”
I scrunched my nose. He wasn’t gonna divulge.
Well, maybe they could answer another question, then. “You know what I find fascinating, Sir? Your relationship with Daddy. Do you ever fuck?”
Lucian coughed.
Daddy merely shook his head. “This is gonna be our life now, Lucian. I’ve had twelve years of practice, so I know what I’m talking about. His questions come out of nowhere and usually smack you right in the face.”
What was he talking about? I grinned and twirled a lock of hair around my finger. “I was just wondering.”
“I know. And don’t ever change.” He chuckled and dipped down for a kiss. “Don’t tell Noa this, but I’ve missed his bluntness.”
“But I’m Noa!” I laughed. “You’re silly, Daddy.”
“Daddies can be silly too.” He stuck out his tongue at me!
I snickered.
But don’t think I was forgetting my question. I turned back to Lucian and waited not-so-patiently.
Lucian chuckled and tossed a handful of packs of Band-Aids into a box. “We share a bed on occasion.”
I knew what that meant. They fucked. “Do you both like to bottom?”
He weighed his answer, which appeared to be similar to Daddy’s reaction because they had the same expression.
“Sometimes,” he answered, and Daddy nodded. Sometimes.
Then Lucian was in a sharing mood. “Noa, you’ll discover that your Daddy doesn’t like to ask permission, nor does he want to give it. Within established agreements, of course. But asking politely isn’t his kink.”
“No. Fuck asking,” I snickered. “Just taking and being forced to give is so much hotter.”
“And now I’m done for the day,” Daddy said firmly. He checked his watch. “It’s almost eleven. So little time, so much forcing to do.”
My mouth popped open. “You wanna force me, Daddy?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out.” He rubbed my neck affectionately. “We’re gonna start exploring objectification tonight. I need a good toy.”
Yeah, we were definitely done working for tonight. Fuck me, I was ready. Because I knew of his objectification kink. Doll play. Necro play. Somnophilia.
“Let’s go right now, please.” I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes.
CHAPTER 9
Noa Hayles
He wanted us to start in the shower.
He insisted on not wearing his braces, or sitting in his wheelchair, for that matter—or using his cane… Which had me a little worried, but he promised it would be fine. We wouldn’t be here that long.
Then I helped him attach the shower hose to the sink. Maybe that was what Lucian meant by the cabins not being properly equipped, but it worked just fine for me. The hose extended across the bathroom and could be attached to the mount on the wall.
“You can turn on the water,” Daddy instructed. “It takes a while before it gets warm.”
“Yes, Sir.” Fuck, I was practically buzzing.
Next, I was ordered to remove our clothes. I started with my own, ’cause that took me approximately ten seconds.
How long did we have? Lucian and Cameron had opted for some playtime in the main house before going to bed, so Daddy and I were currently alone in the cabin. And I had to admit, I preferred that right now. Adding more people to the mix would just make it even harder for me to relax.
Once we were both naked, I held out my arm so Daddy could hold on to me. He sent me a quick smile, and we tested the water temperature. Lukewarm. It would do, Daddy decided.
“First things first, we gotta power you down.” His eyes glinted with mirth, and I caught the fitting irony for the kink in question. “Close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and shivered. The water dropped a couple degrees before it grew warmer.
Daddy grasped my shoulders and rubbed them gently. “Just like Lucian has Cam in slave training, I want to train you in how to be my perfect boy doll.”