A Puppy for His Little

by Della Cain

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Then let’s get you your tubby.”

  He peeled me out of my pajamas and lifted me into the tub. “How about you play first? I got you something.” I scooped up a handful of bubbles as he picked up the towel to show me my brand new boat. “It’s the one you wanted.”

  I reached out for it, snapping it back to myself and hugging it. “The sails are cloth. Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Anything for my boy. Now, you play while I go see about finding your special waffle iron.” He got up, and I focused on my new boat and the suds. I didn’t know how long I was in there, watching it float up and down, filling it with water to see if it would sink, and giving it a boat wash, which was similar to a car wash but with bubbles, but when Daddy came back, the water was already cooling.

  “Sweet boy, why didn’t you call me to say the water was cold.” He opened the drain. “Let’s get you out of here, and we can take a shower to clean you off.”

  “We?” I loved the sound of that. Normally, when we were setting a scene for a playdate, he worked on getting me deep in my role, all Danny and nothing that would feel otherwise. But those playdates were different. They were with a friend, not a possible lover, which made all of this different.

  “Yes, we.” He wrapped my hooded towel around me for warmth and set the shower, climbing out of his clothing as it warmed up. “I have a feeling you are going to spend the day very uncomfortable if you don’t get some relief first.”

  “I maybe did while you were sleeping,” I confessed, wondering what number I was going to be on by the time Ryder arrived.

  “And from the looks of things, that was not quite enough.” He cupped my stirring cock. “And it was most assuredly not enough for me.”

  I glanced down to see him standing at attention. I’d been so absorbed in everything about the day, I’d missed that. My mouth immediately watered.

  “Now let’s get under the water, shall we?” He opened the door and I climbed in, with him behind me. Our shower was our first splurge when we purchased the house. What was the point in having a huge bathroom if you only had a tiny shower? Water poured out at us from three sides. It was heavenly alone—and when it was the two of us? Then it took away all the parts of shower sex that could suck like having a cold ass. We even had a small bench for when that was needed. Worth every penny.

  He washed my hair and I his, both of us slipping out of our roles as our hands roamed each other in the pretense of washing. We’d have to do that, too, but after we got dirty.

  “I love you, Luke.” I filled a washcloth with body wash and began to work on his back. “Please know that.”

  He turned around, his hands settling on my hips. “Oh, sweet wonderful man, of course I know that. Your love for me is as deep as mine is for you.” He kissed me far too briefly, the water trickling in a new path as his body shifted. “I know that deep in my core as I am sure you do too.”

  I did. But I also worried that somehow my desire to have Ryder in our lives in whatever capacity we worked out between us would instill some doubt into him. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if it did.

  “I do, Luke. And this thing with Ryder—it feels right.” And the more we talked to him, got to know him, the more it did.

  “Like he is a missing puzzle piece.” Luke finished my thought.

  “I hope he feels it, too.” I leaned against Luke, needing him closer.

  “I’m sure he does. I just don’t think he knows what to do with it yet, so we are going to go as slow as he needs.” His lips pressed against my shoulder.

  “You know what I don’t need?” I tilted my head back so he could see me as I reached down between us and grabbed his cock. “I don’t need slow.”

  “What do you need?” He reached for mine as well, and I groaned as his fingers wrapped around me.

  “I need you inside of me.”

  “Inside where? You need to be specific.” Damn he was sexy when he was like this and when he wasn’t. Gods I married well. “In your mouth or in your ass? I need details.”

  “My ass. I want to feel you all day.” I begged.

  “Hands on the bench, boy,” he ordered in that voice that brooked no argument.

  As if I would have argued. I bent over and placed my palms flat on the bench, my ass thrusting toward him. I heard the snap of the special lube we kept in the shower for just such moments. Water based rinsed away and we’d found the almond and coconut-oil based varieties to be a little greasy for our preference. Thus: silicone. It provided just enough slickness without making my ass a water slide.

  Not the most romantic description, but it worked so well—and as he coated his dick and prepared me to receive him, my cock was a swollen column quivering against the bench.

  “Touch yourself, boy,” Luke ordered, replacing his fingers with the head of his dick. “I want to come together.”

  “Yes, please.” I closed my fist around my cock and began the squeeze and stroke that would carry me high fast. Behind me, the swollen head of my husband’s cock worked its way into my ass. No matter how many times we did this, I was always filled to the brim. He stretched me out in the most wonderful of ways. The water pounded us as he pounded my ass, gripping my hips to hold me in place and grunting with each plunge into my body.

  As I could have guessed, neither of us took long, all the touching and warming up that had led up to this point making us more than ready to come in a few minutes. I didn’t have to ask to come, usually, but this time, I gasped, “I need to come, Daddy.”

  And he responded by filling my ass with his hot semen, and taking that as permission, I allowed my cum to pour onto the bench and roll down to the shower floor.

  We hung there panting for a while before he helped me to stand and turned me in his arms for a kiss. A little more cleanup and we were out of the shower and drying off, ready to move on to the next part of the day.

  Waffles. And Ryder.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Ryder

  I read back over my last text chat with Daniel for the fifth time.

  You’re coming over Saturday.

  I am. :)

  It will be fun.

  I know.

  If you want it to be only you and Luke the first time so you can feel comfortable, I get it.

  I don’t.

  We chatted past that and, in the end, it felt like things were in a good place, but it nagged at me the tiniest of bits. Did he not want to be there, or was he just being nice? Originally, I assumed nice. He had been the one who wanted me to be his pup, after all. But that was before we all came together. Sex had a way of botching things up, and from what I could gather his Danny time was not sexual—not really. And my pup time? I kind of thought it might be.

  Gah. Why did I have to overthink things?

  Because I always did. That’s why.

  I looked at the clothes laid out on my bed one last time. I wasn’t even sure why they mattered. I was going to get to be a pup; they would all be shed. I’d never cared this much about a scene and I was setting myself up with unrealistic expectations. Luke insisted it was going to be a low-key day at home, just like I had expressed I wanted. No pressure.

  Except I felt all the pressure.

  I started to get dressed, opting for a jock instead of boxer briefs. I had yet to decide which tail to use, and it would make things easier if underwear was deemed non-optional. I went for casual, with jeans and a fitted T-shirt, one with a dinosaur on it. Not the kind Danny would wear, but it felt like a good way to show I thought about him without those words.

  I still had three hours before I had to leave, and the time was creeping by slowly. So slowly.

  I thought back to something Luke had said about always being there if I had questions. Did that include now?

  I picked up my phone and typed away instead of playing the second-guessing game. If he didn’t appreciate it, he would tell me. He was much better about communication than I.

  Can I come
now?

  I hit send so I didn’t chicken out and immediately I saw the bubbles pop up saying he was responding.

  If you are here in a half an hour, you will be in time for homemade waffles.

  I quickly responded I was on my way and grabbed my bag with the gear he’d bought me. It was so much nicer than the spontaneous kit I purchased. I loved it. I worked the mitts a couple of nights to get used to them and left the tails where they were. That felt like a daddy—I meant master—thing.

  I had to watch that. Master was what Daniel was comfortable with, at least until we all agreed on wanting more. Which I did but I still wasn’t convinced it was possible. Please let it be possible.

  I arrived at their house in twenty minutes, and the door swung open just as I was about to press the bell.

  “I heard your car.” Luke smiled in the doorway as he held his hand out for my bag. “Come on it. We got—delayed and are just about to eat now.”

  Delayed. How I’d have liked to witness that, which struck me as odd. There were no feelings of jealousy, just longing to have witnessed it.

  “Thanks.” I handed him the bag. “I only brought the things from you. I hope that’s okay.”

  “It’s perfect.” He kissed my cheek. Such a simple gesture. I’d seen him do it often with Danny/Daniel. But in this spontaneous way, it was a first for me, and it had me longing for a hug. “Danny is in the kitchen.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Tell me what you need, Ryder.” He shut the door. “I feel you holding something back.” Damn he was perceptive.

  “May I have a hug?” It sounded stupid coming out of my mouth, but he just set the bag on the floor and held me close. It was exactly what I needed.

  “Always.” He squeezed me a bit harder. “And thank you for trusting me.”

  Always. I’d just met him, but the truth of that thought rang through my entire being. I. Trusted. Him.

  “Now go and sit down so I can get you fed.”

  I walked into the kitchen, expecting to see Danny. He had told me he generally was little on Saturdays. What I hadn’t been expecting was to see him sitting in a highchair with a tray.

  “Did you get a new chair, Danny?” I asked as I walked over and gave him a hug. How could I not, he was holding his arms out for me. Adorable.

  “No. Daddy had it made when he had the crib made. It just lives in that closet.” He pointed to a door I assumed had been just a broom cupboard. “Sit by me? Daddy is making waffles.”

  “I like waffles.” I sat beside him as Luke came in and washed his hands at the sink.

  “I hope you like waffles and bacon.” He picked up a batter bowl and stirred it a few times.

  “Do you like elephants, lions, or giraffes best?” Danny asked.

  “Ummm I don’t know. I guess elephants.”

  “See, Daddy? He is perfect.”

  I didn’t understand what he meant but, I wasn’t going to argue with something that felt so good.

  “And what did Daddy say when you said that?” he asked pointedly from the other side of the counter.

  “That you already knew that.” Danny hung his head.

  “Exactly. Now let me get these cooked. There is juice in the fridge and coffee on the counter. Help yourself to whatever you’d like to drink.”

  I was not turning down coffee.

  “Did you want something, Danny?” I asked as I stood up. His eyes lit up at my question.

  “Can I have chocolate milk in my rocket sippy?” he asked, quickly adding on, “Please?”

  “Let me ask your daddy, and if he says it is okay, I will get it for you.” I knew enough to know that going behind his daddy’s back would not bode well.

  “See.” He looked back at Luke. I was missing something, but the way they both smiled, it couldn’t be bad so I let it go.

  “Chocolate verdict?” I asked as he was taking off the first batch of waffles, one giraffe, one elephant, and one lion. Danny’s question suddenly made sense.

  He leaned in a bit closer and whispered for only me to hear, “I already made it. It’s in the fridge. I just told him it was a maybe.”

  “In my house, maybe meant no.”

  “That’s what he said, which is why the little brat is getting one. He can play me like a fiddle.” He spoke a little louder, intending for Danny to hear this part, I imagined.

  “And you love it.”

  “I do,” Danny piped up, and we all laughed. Today was going to be good. I could feel it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Luke

  Watching Ryder walking into the kitchen and making himself at home was everything. I hadn’t told Daniel about my worries, but they were constantly there just under the surface. In our conversations, Ryder seemed a little bit surprised that Daniel was Danny as often as he was. It was still far less than many littles, at least the ones we knew, but Ryder was taken aback by it. He quickly schooled himself, and that was where my worry started to build.

  Daniel wasn’t looking for another friend in the way Jimmy was. He was looking for more. I got it. I felt the draw to make this more, too. But if this was going to bloom to be more, then Daniel might be Danny more than Ryder was interested in being Beau. Which might not even be an issue given Ryder’s crazy schedule. Or it might.

  I was doing exactly what I required them not to do. I shook off my worry, promising myself I would express my concerns to the men at a later time. Today was meant to be fun and exploratory, not serious with hard questions.

  And besides, Ryder fell right into the role as another adult in Danny’s life without skipping a beat. It would be fine. It would all work out. At least that was my hope.

  “Here they come.” I set the elephants in front of Ryder, the giraffes in front of Danny, and the lions in front of me. They were my favorite. Weird how even adults had a favorite on such silly things.

  “They look delicious.” Ryder reached for the butter as I got Danny’s food ready.

  “Danny, be sure to eat all your food if you want your pup to come out to play today.” I handed him his little fork. He set it down, picked up a piece with his hands, and dipped it into the small puddle of syrup I’d poured on the side of his plate.

  “I know, Daddy. I will be a good boy. I like playing with Beau.” He looked directly at Ryder instead of me. Good boy.

  “And he likes playing with you.” Ryder ruffled his hair slightly. “But if you don’t eat all that, he is going to, and then he will have a tummy ache and need to go home.”

  “Naw. Daddy can take care of him.” Danny dipped his waffle and licked the syrup off and repeated the action.

  I just rolled my eyes. Today was not a day to be too rule oriented with either of them. Which Danny knew and why he decided waffle lollipops it would be.

  “Beau doesn’t need to be sick for me to take care of him, so how about you eat like a good boy.”

  We ate and chatted about the weather and the storm the TV meteorologists had been sure was going to hit us but passed us by instead. Normal meal-with-friends chat—if one of your friends is not fully grown.

  “Thank you.” Ryder stood up. “This was really good.” He gathered his plate and Danny’s and finally reached for mine.”

  “I can do that.” I rose. With Danny I would insist, but with Ryder? I was still feeling things out with him.

  “I don’t mind. It was my job at my old place. My housemate cooked and I cleaned.” He shrugged walking to the kitchen. “And it gives me something to do until our playdate.”

  Ahh. Rules. He thought the rules were set in stone. Adorable.

  “I am not a person to be tied to a clock.” I grabbed the things that needed to be put back in the fridge and turned to Danny,” I’ll get you cleaned up in a second. Do you need new clothes, too?” He had been good about not getting syrup on him, but I saw how he moved his clothes, the ones that matched Ryder’s confession in the center of the bed. He wouldn’t push. I knew that. And maybe it would give him comfort knowing he was
pleasing his pup.

  “I need a change, too.” He gave me a nod. And just like that I saw how truly comfortable he was with Ryder. He’d never, not once needed a change when Jimmy came over. He would just sneak away and do what needed doing like Daniel would’ve only with a onesie on.

  “I can do this while you get to that,” Ryder said tentatively. “Unless you need help there.”

  My heart swelled. He wanted to be all in.

  “Danny, does Daddy need help?” I asked, not sure if his comfort went that far just yet.

  “You worked so hard making breakfast, I think you probably do.” And that was how we ended up, the three of us, on our way to his nursery as if it were the most normal thing ever.

  “Your room is very nice, Danny. I love all the books,” Ryder commented as I picked Danny up and put him on the changing table.

  “Would you stand here and make sure he doesn’t fall off while I get his new clothes and diaper? I stepped aside, giving him the room he needed if he chose to do so. Unlike real babies, Danny wouldn’t fall off so it was low pressure if he wanted it to be.

  Danny wiggled.

  Or not low pressure.

  “You need to be still so you don’t fall off, little one.” Ryder held his hand on Danny’s middle. “Should I help with his onesie, or is that something only Daddy does?” he asked tentatively. He was magnificent.

  “Danny?”

  “You can or you can watch Daddy. Whatever you like.”

  He chose to help, and I stood back and watched as he patiently figured out how to maneuver the odd garment, leaving him on the table in just his diaper.

  “Daddy’s turn.” He stepped back, proud of himself, his hands hovering just above the planes of his abs. I decided to give him a nudge.

  “Can you hold him there a second while I get some cream?” He immediately set his hand down on him, but it stayed still. “Danny, do you need lotion on your middle?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I grabbed the lotion as well as the cream as he responded. Playing with these two was going to be fun. So very fun.