When he could tear his hands away from her long enough for her to catch her breath, she rolled her teeth between her lips and looked pensive.
“I’m okay. It was a lot, but there weren’t too many people there, and I had so much fun.”
“I’m glad, princess,” he told her with a kiss to the tip of her nose. “It’s okay if you want a rest before we get started, we did a lot of walking and it was a big day.”
“Mmm, maybe cuddle movie first and then surprise?”
“Sounds perfect. And we’ll give you a bottle so Daddy and Sir don’t get too mad at me for all the junk food you had today.”
“Okay, Papa. Thank you for taking such good care of me,” she said shyly, and gave him a kiss just above his scruff.
“Thank you for having enough faith in me to let me.”
* * *
Cosima
Their cuddle movie had turned into more of a nap, and that was fine. She had seen Tangled a million times and she’d picked it again just in case she fell asleep. She did that a lot, especially when she was having a warm bottle, even when she told her daddies she wasn’t tired.
But now they were wakey and her blood was humming through her veins because it was surprise time.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hi, Papa.”
“Your tummy feel okay? You don’t feel sick?”
“No, Papa.”
“Good,” he said, and rubbed her belly. “But I do think you should use your diaper before we get started. We’re going to go down to the club for your surprise, do you want to do changey-time there or in the playroom?”
“Playroom, please.”
It wasn’t that they never did diaper changes or other little stuff down in the club, but if it was just the two of them, she felt more comfortable in the playroom.
She was surprised but delighted when Papa rolled to sitting and gestured that she should climb on his back. So much carrying from Papa today! She bit back a question about whether he was too sore to carry her upstairs because little girls didn’t need to worry about those things. Of course sometimes she did worry and let her daddies know because her fretting was just too big, but she would let this one go and just enjoy being a little monkey getting a piggyback from her big, strong papa. If he seemed to really be struggling then she’d ask to be put down, but until then, she’d wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, bury her face in his unruly red hair.
Papa made it to the playroom sounding only a little out of breath and laid her on the changing table, “helped” her use her diaper and then cleaned her up.
“I thought naked time for your surprise, but I can put you back in a diaper if you’ll be more comfortable,” he told her, stroking hair back from her face.
“Naked time for you too?” she asked, pursing her lips, doing her best impression of coquettish.
“Not yet. I want to play with my naked little toy for a while first, and then we’ll have Papa-Coco sexy times, okay?”
“’Kay,” she agreed. “Can be Papa’s naked toy, don’t need diaper.”
“That’s my good girl.”
He did put her in one of her fluffy bathrobes—the yellow one with the ducks on it—for the trip downstairs, but stripped it off her as soon as he set her down.
Papa had brought her to the rigging part of the playroom, and her eyes widened when she saw all the things he’d set out on a folding table. Hanks upon hanks of rope in all kinds of colors and thickness and materials and lengths, a set of leather cuffs, a pile of carabiners, and several suspension rings. Whoa. There was also a towel draped over part of the table and she could only imagine that it was covering a whole bunch of toys and implements. Well, a girl could dream anyway. And her daddies made all her dreams come true.
“I thought after the carnival, we could do our own show, then maybe take a ride,” he said with a wink, and oh, oh boy.
“Yes, please.”
Cosima couldn’t help but knit her fingers together and squirm. She loved being Papa’s little rope bunny, and it looked like they were in for a long session. Sometimes Papa didn’t have the patience for that, but when he did, it made her feel as though she was being worshipped; a goddess in his bonds so he could make her fly.