Page 203 of Naughty November

A good boy with a very big Dom.

Yep, being helpless was amazing.

“Very good.” And very still. But I couldn’t stay like that forever, so I held up my hands and waved them around as he brought over a glass of water with a straw. “And still very helpless.”

He tried not to laugh as he set the glass down on the nightstand,but I was too cute and he couldn’t help himself. “And adorable too. We can’t forget that.”

Yep.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first.” He chuckled when I scrunched my face up before I could stop myself. “Drama queen.”

Maybe.

“No. I was very good.” But I closed my eyes when he tugged me closer and reached for the diaper so he could open the tape things. “I…I laughed and I wiggled. You liked that.”

Ugh. He was taking it off.

“And…and I drank my milk. You liked that part.” There was no doubt about that, so I wasn’t surprised when he made another happy sound as something cold wiped around my dick.

“I loved that part. You were so cute and I loved holding you like that and taking care of you.” He sprinkled kisses over my face as he finished cleaning me up and I couldn’t help making silly sounds as he took off my mittens. “You’re still so cute.”

Well, at least it was clear the messier aspect of the scene hadn’t grossed him out. I’d never been quite sure how to manage thelosing controlpart of the tickle kink, so he’d come up with a very practical solution at the very least.

“I’m not cute.” I wasn’t sure what I was at the moment but cute didn’t feel right.

He snorted, a full-on caveman sound that made me laugh. “Bullshit.”

He was so ridiculous.

“All clean.” His snicker should’ve warned me he was up to something but I wasn’t prepared for him to blow more raspberries on my stomach and giggle like a Disney villain. “So cute.”

My squeals were not cute.

“You’re such a—” Butthead. I was going to explain that in very clear words but he kissed me instead, going right for atongue and take over my mouthkind of kiss.

Cheater.

He was a cheater too.

But I forgot that by the time he released my lips and was wearing a sexy smirk, clearly proud of himself. “Let’s get you a drink.”

I was naked again so to me that meant sitting up and drinking for myself, but he didn’t have the same picture that I did. He sat down on the bed and scooped me up, putting me on his lap again. I wasn’t lying back like a baby anymore, but the position wasn’t screaming grown-up.

However, he’d dug out my swirly straw and was always a really good snuggler, so I couldn’t complain as he brought the glass closer. “Nice and cold and you even have your fun straw.”

He was definitely still cheating me or doing something, but he was right—he’d gotten my straw. And the water was cold. And he liked holding me and doing things for me.

He hadn’t come, so being nice was probably the right thing to do.

Nice and wiggly and cute while I drank.

Yep, that made him nice and happy too.

He was so happy he was moaning by the time I’d finished my water. “You licked the fucking straw, baby. I think you were even fellating it at one point.”

Possibly.

I didn’t have much of a gag reflex, so it hadn’t been a problem.