Page 9 of Hiding From Laughter

Ashton

He was so fucking sneaky.

How could he be happy when I was so frustrated?

That was just cheating.

My dick was cheating too.

The only good part was the stupid mouth plug thing that meant I didn’t have to talk. It was even better than the ball gags because I could fiddle with this one and it was more comfortable.

But it was cheating too, somehow.

“First things first, though.”

Micha kissed my forehead, completely ignoring that I’d hidden my erection from him. “Clothes.”

I was wearing clothes, but even I knew work stuff wasn’t what he’d meant.

He was too excited about it. He had his happy birthday present look and that always meant he’d bought something interesting. Sometimes it was a special candle or silly knickknack he knew I’d like, but I didn’t think he’d bought me a signed book or a new e-reader.

“You’re going to be so cute.”

Nearly bouncing, he ran a hand over my head. “Can you sit carefully on the bed like a good boy? I don’t want you to fall.”

Since I really didn’t want to know what his happy, controlling mind would think of me falling off the bed, I nodded slowly. I was only going to fuck with him on things I could predict the outcome to. Falling would be dangerous.

That got another smile from him, but there was something wicked sparkling in his eyes, so I knew I’d made a smart decision. “Thank you. Such a good boy.”

Yep…that was very suspicious.

So was the way he nearly floated over to the closet.

For a man who was shaped like a brick wall, he was light on his feet when he was excited. It almost distracted me from the fact that he’d obviously bought more stuff than just the stupid diapers and the quiet toy.

Oh.

He’d.

It was.

“You’re going to look so cute.”

Laying down the weird-looking outfit on the bed, Micha kissed my head again. “One more thing.”

The diaper.

I wasn’t surprised when he went over to the new shelf, but that didn’t mean I had to ask any questions.

Micha could fill up the silence, though. “I can’t decide if your new clothes should go in the closet or on the shelf with the toys.”

Clothes?

There were more?

Wait.

More toys?

“I’m leaning toward the shelf. I like the idea of all of your helpless stuff being in one place.”

Beaming as he came back to the bed, he shrugged as he set down more than just the diaper. “And I think looking at everything all stacked up neatly will make me happy.”

He liked being organized.

He also really liked making me nuts.

The combination of the two had him on cloud nine, but I had my quiet toy in, so I didn’t have to give him any opinions on his frustrating chatter.

“Yes. I think we answered my question.”

He smiled when I ignored everything around me and scrunched up my face so he knew I was frustrated with him. “You are a very good helper.”

Ugh.

He was still being cute and kissed my forehead. “Thank you, baby.”

I just sucked on my quiet toy faster.

Chuckling, he shook his head. “You even manage to make your thoughts very clear with your new toy.”

Because I was a fucking amazing communicator no matter what anyone else said.

“Alright, good helpers get cute outfits and then lots of fun.”

Micha definitely had a different definition of that, but I didn’t have to point it out. “Hands up.”

I wasn’t sure what he’d do if I was stubborn, but considering how much fun he had tickling me, I didn’t want to take the chance.

Hands went up.

I didn’t have to help anything else, though.

He was smart and started moving me around on his own, but I still got to be good because I’d put my hands up. “Wonderful.”

Micha was really easy to please.

I was grateful for it most of the time, but I wasn’t sure this was one of them.

“Now, you’re going to whine for me and give me a little shiver if you get cold.”

Micha frowned and gave me his serious face, so I knew he was serious.

It was ridiculous but I pretended to whine and shiver which got a beaming smile from the nut. “Perfect. You’re so good at this version of the quiet game.”

Hmm.

It was some kind of scam, but I couldn’t figure out what yet.

That meant I had to ignore it, but he didn’t mind. He was too busy getting me naked and making happy sounds to notice.

He was incredibly rude sometimes.

“I had so much fun picking out your new clothes, baby.”

He gave me cheek kisses as he finished taking off my shirt. “I think the animals are cute.”

Sneaky sneaky.

He knew I liked animals.

He’d taken me to the zoo on our third date.

My huff made his smile even bigger. “I thought you’d like them too.”

Micha was so excited he picked up the animal-covered long shirt thing and held it up in front of him. The one-piece shirt with the snaps at the bottom was too small for him but we both knew it’d fit me. “Oh, maybe we’ll go back to the zoo soon. I think you’ve been good enough for kettle corn and cotton candy.”

Both?

Just for being good in general or because of the quiet toy?

He was also excited about the clothes.

Maybe it was the diaper?

What would I have to do to get the chocolatey things they sold over by the gift shop too? They were poop shaped but they looked really good.

“I think the shorts are going to look good with your onesie but we’ll keep looking for other options.”

Micha set the shirt down on the bed before leaning me back. “There are a lot of options, though. So we’ll have to pick them out one at a time.”

Giving a ridiculously dramatic sigh, he pouted as he eased my legs down and started taking off my pants. “Buying too much at once isn’t reasonable. It might take me a while to pick out what I like you best in, so we’re not going to buy too much.”

Or we’d end up with too many weird clothes he didn’t want to dress me in.

But him saying it over and over didn’t mean he was going to manage to control his new shopping passion.

It made sense, though, but I just sucked because I didn’t have to talk. We were playing a weird new version of the quiet game and I got to win because I didn’t have to use any words.

Micha was in control.

He proved that when he stripped off my underwear and picked up the diaper. “But don’t worry, I know where I want to start, so it’s not completely random.”

Micha liked research.

He’d researched weird shit to be as happy as he currently was.

Ugh.

“I’ve been thinking about this.”

He left out the part that he’d been able to think so much because of all my extra work, but I knew it was partly my fault.

I should’ve kept him busier.

I’d done this to myself somehow.

“Special shirts to start with and then we’ll get some special jammies and other fun clothes.”

Bouncing his head from side to side, he pushed my legs toward my chest and lifted up my bottom so he could slide the diaper under me. “You’re going to be surprised at how much variety there is, but don’t worry, I’m in charge of picking and buying and dressing you.”

Somehow he kept getting more and more excited every time he talked about it.

He was kind of rude to get so happy when I was frustrated.

I sucked harder and faster to make sure he knew that, but he was a pain in the butt and smiled wider. “I knew you’d like not having to make any decisions about what kind of onesie to wear or if you needed your diaper.”

Oh.

He was incredibly rude to cheat so blatantly too.

Not having to talk meant I couldn’t tell him how ridiculous all of it was.

“Alright, shirt on.”

Micha frowned thoughtfully as he sat me up and worked the strange t-shirt thing over my head. “You do look cute like this, though, but I don’t want you to get cold.”

The weirdest part was that I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. He was thoroughly enjoying everything he was doing, but since he was in control that probably made sense, and he was being really thinky about all of it.

“Some of the jammies looked too hot, though.”

His brows pulled together as he laid me back down again. “I don’t want my cute baby to melt. We’re going to have to find a compromise somewhere.”

He was like cuddling with a furnace, so me melting was entirely possible.

“We’ll figure it out.”

Wiggling the back flap of the shirt thing between my legs, he focused on the buttons instead of smiling at me. “Some of them might not be as heavy as I’m imagining. I’ll have to read more of the reviews. Someone has to have done reviews on that kind of stuff. There are videos online for everything else kink related.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong but I wasn’t going to encourage his new shopping research until I knew more about what he was talking about.

Ugh.

He was going to make me have to do research too.

Evil. Evil Dom.

Putting on my new cotton shorts kept him distracted and chatty. “A lot of the practical things for this kind of fun are glossed over, though. Someone needs to do starter videos that skip the Kink 101 bits and jump right to the clothes and quiet toys aspects.”

He reached up and tapped my quiet toy. “Some have to be more well-made than others, but it’s hard to figure that out.”

Micha liked quality stuff, so I could understand his logic.

That didn’t mean I had to acknowledge any of it, though.

I had my quiet toy in and that meant I didn’t have to talk about the toy. I didn’t have to talk about the clothes, even if they had animals on them. I didn’t have to talk about him being so happy. I didn’t even have to talk about my diaper making me wiggly.

“You look perfect.”

Giving me his sappy smile, Micha kissed my nose. “One last piece.”

Had I mentioned how evil he was?

“If it’s too uncomfortable, all you have to do is whimper and wiggle and I’ll understand.”

He kissed my cheek as he reached for the weird arm brace mitt thing. “You’re very good at communicating, though, so I don’t think I need to worry.”

Probably not.

I did, though.

Yes, I should’ve started worrying a lot sooner.

“One mitt.”

Sliding the first hand into the fuzzy-lined mitt that looked a bit like a streamlined boxing glove, he did another happy head bob as he wrapped the Velcro straps around my wrist. “I had to get this specially made, but the guy is local and already had the pieces. He was impressed by my idea and is going to start selling them.”

My helpful Dom.

Just perfect.

He’d had way too much time on his hands lately.

I was an idiot.

An idiot who was wrapped up in an animal onesie and mitts that looked a bit like boxing gloves and a hobbler had a baby.

Fucking perfect.