Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Bubble baths can end in special fun.” What else? “Bottle time can end in special fun.”
He’d already experienced that one so I chuckled when he shivered. “Yes, that can be a lot of fun.”
“Naptimes can start with special fun.” We’d have to try that over the weekend to see if it helped him get more sleep. Ashton seemed to think running on fumes was perfectly reasonable and he hadn’t gotten a lot of recharge time over the last couple of weeks.
Getting him to sit still on his own was hard unless there was a book involved, but he’d been so distracted he hadn’t started reading anything new lately either.
“So far getting you dressed up and having bottle time have been my favorite, but we’ll have to see what happens when it’s time to get into pajamas later.” Ashton’s happy sound as he sucked said he approved of that plan. “I should probably find some enjoyable ways to help you relax…if you’re a good boy, of course.”
And to make sure there wasn’t a miscommunication on that part, I shifted the bottle so I could hold it with my chin for a moment and gave the front of his diaper a pat. “Good boys get good rewards.”
Yes, positive reinforcement was going to be an important part of our new special time together.
Chapter 11
Ashton
Cheater.
Cheater.
Cheater.
He made me wiggly.
He made me think of fun things.
He made me think about how happy he was.
He wasn’t Micha anymore or even Master…he was…he was something naughtier…something sneakier…he was Michy.
Mikey.
Something.
He was something different and I was going to figure out his new name.
“Good boy.” My naughty person kissed my head and stroked my cheek with one finger. “Drinking all your milk and cuddling so sweetly. Yes, you’re going to deserve big rewards.”
I liked rewards.
I liked being a good boy, too.
He was such a cheater.
He even made me more wiggly thinking about my reward.
My penis thought it was going to be a reward for him, but my naughty person was so sneaky it could be anything. I tried to figure out the options but I’d been lapped and bottled and snuggled, so my brain wasn’t working at all.
It tried, but every time it got started my naughty person would pat my diaper or hug me tighter. He even had the nerve to keep telling me how happy I was making him.
He had some nerve.
I’d decided to tell him that when my milk was all gone, but as soon as he took the bottle away my quiet toy appeared.
Magic.
Ugh.
It was probably a good thing because I’d forgotten I didn’t want to talk…I had to win and it was probably dangerous to let words escape. I wasn’t sure what they’d do, so surprises weren’t a good idea at that point.
No…no surprises…I wasn’t sure what would happen.
The random things that could pop out almost made my brain start working again but then the bottle was done and my naughty person distracted me.
He smiled.
Sneaky. Sneaky. Sneaky.
“Dinner time.” He even kissed my nose again as he played with the flippy bit on the quiet toy. “I know you’re going to remember that I’m in control and you just have to focus on being a good boy.”
Yes…my naughty person was in charge and he was going to do everything.
Even feed me?
As he sat me up and kissed my cheek that time, I looked down at my hands. Yeah, he was going to have to feed me. I might be able to pick up chicken nuggets and tater tots, but not mac-n-cheese. That would be messy and squishy and I’d probably still be hungry at the end.
Yep, this was a my naughty person problem.
He’d figure out how to get me fed.
And more milk.
I had to have milk with my mac-n-cheese.
Hopefully he remembered that or I’d have to whine. I couldn’t be punished for that either because he’d already said that was how I could tell him stuff.
Hmm.
Whining, I wiggled my hands and rested my head on his shoulder. My naughty man made a thinking sound. “Hmm, I think my boy is hungry and needs some good attention.”
Possibly.
“Don’t worry. You’re going to get both because I’m going to feed you and help you not make a mess.” He sounded too excited about that, so I had a feeling I wouldn’t understand why the idea made him that happy. “Then I’ll get you cleaned up and we’ll have cartoon time or book time. You can color more if that still sounds like fun.”
It sounded like fun to my naughty man.
He was smiley and hugged me tight again.
“I had so much fun watching you color, baby.” He was so excited he gave me more cheek kisses. “You made me a beautiful picture.”
Maybe.
But he could still hang it up on the fridge so he remembered to take me to the zoo.
“Up we go.” Setting the bottle on my lap, my naughty man picked me up and carried me to the kitchen, chuckling when I flopped my head on his shoulder. “You’re so cute.”