“A special one.”
“Special how?”
“It’s something for you and Uncle Tyler.”
“Oh,” she said. “It’s for us.”
“I heard,” I answered, dryly.
“Is it for a cock cage?”
“Tinsley Harper!” Elliot scolded with a laugh. I didn’t miss the flash of heat in his eyes, though.
“Is it?”
“No, you silly girl.”
“Darn.”
“You are full of silly today,” I teased.
“Is it for locking him to a chair?”
“Tinsley, what in the world?” I laughed.
“Oh, what? Like you guys don’t have fantasies?”
“What kind of fantasies are you having with me tied to a chair?”
“Oh, one where Daddy used a fleshlight thing on you, but doesn’t let you come. You’re all flushed and moany.”
My eyes widened in surprise. That was a very explicit fantasy.
“You do eventually get to come, but only after you’ve earned it,” she added, nonchalantly.
My cock hardened in my shorts and I slid her in front of me. She giggled when she felt my cock against her back.
“He likes that idea, Daddy.”
Elliot scrutinized me before nodding. “I think he does too, Little one.”
“You are not locking me into a chair.”
“Is it a hard limit?” he asked.
“Well, no.”
“Then never say never.”
“Yeah, never say never, Uncle Tyler.”
Learning forward, I whispered in her ear, “Keep on, Teenie, and I’m going to fuck that sass right out of you, sore or not.”
She wisely hushed, but I noticed her squeezing her legs together.
Elliot
I paid for the lock, and a blue paint pen I’d added last minute, and led us out of the store. “Alright, loves, we need to go back to the candy shop,” I said.
