Page 163 of The Substitute

“He gives you attitude all the time!” Tobi points an accusatory finger at me, and I chuckle. He’s not wrong.

“And he gets the cuck chair!”

Hang on… “Then why do you sit in the cuck chair?” I ask.

Savage looks over Tobi’s shoulder at me with a devious smile. “That’s a choice.” He winks. “Sometimes Daddy likes to watch.”

“Don’t ever call yourself Daddy again,” I say and pretend to gag.

“Okay, step-uncle. Calm down,” he scoffs, and Tobi snorts.

“If you’re daddy and you’re step-uncle,” Tobi says, pointing to each of us, “what does that make me?”

Savage says, “Baby girl,” at the same time I say, “Good boy.”

“I’m not mad about either of those.” He shrugs. “But I’m hungry.”

“Better feed him before he decides all food is unpalatable,” I tell Savage.

“Hey!” Tobi smacks my stomach with the back of his hand. “That’s rude.”

“But accurate,” I reply.

“You don’t have to be so loud about it.” Tobi pouts, and I want to bite on that lip he’s sticking out.

I glance around quickly, too used to having to hold myself back. When I don’t see anyone, I lean over him and take his bottom lip between my teeth and tug just enough to get a gasp from him. He arches up, clinging to me. “I love how easy you are.”

“Don’t tease! That’s not nice!” Tobi whines and shifts under the blanket. The idea of making him come out here is an enticing one but I wink at him and slide my arm around him instead. “I’ll send you to the cuck chair,” Tobi huffs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get another one, and you can both be in one.” Savage pats my shoulder like he’s doing me a favor and leaves it there.

“How the hell would that work?” I ask, trying to make that make sense.

“Are you unaware of what the point of the cuck chair is?” Savage asks, holding back a laugh.

I stare at him with a blank face. “If the two of us are banned to the chair, what are you doing? Jacking off?”

Heat blooms on Tobi’s cheeks.

“It’s really cute when you pretend you don’t like it.” Savage winks at me.

Bastard.

“The bedazzling really is interesting.” I shrug, knowing damn well my cock is thickening just talking about it. “You should get ones that light up, turn it into a strobe light.”

Tobi snorts and settles deeper into the blankets and pillows. “I need food!”

“That’s actually not a terrible idea…” Savage gets up. “I’ll go grab the snacks.”

I sigh and rub a hand down my face. “You’re going to flash bang me awake, aren’t you?”

An evil glint shines in Savage’s eye, and he winks, letting me know I’m fucked.

“Disco party in Savage’s pants. I’m definitely intrigued.” Tobi smiles. “But seriously, I’m hungry.”

“He’s going to get bratty if you make him wait much longer,” I sigh.

“Sounds like you’re getting bratty.” Savage goes to grab the snacks and comes back with two big trays, reclaiming his seat.