Page 27 of Their Perfect Daddy

MONTY

T his is utter bullshit.

I can’t believe I have to stay in this bed all the time while everyone else gets to go out and live their lives. They can walk and run without a single worry. Meanwhile, I have to call out to Daddy for help if I need to go to the bathroom.

Neither he nor our princess have complained about being at my beck and call. I know I should probably be enjoying the chance to relax. My life has been busy since I went pro. This isn’t something I get to do often.

But I can’t enjoy it. I can’t relax knowing how long I have to be confined to this bed.

And trust me, I’ve tried. From old school cartoons to having an Ean Garner movie marathon, nothing distracts me enough to forget what my life as become.

According to the research I did when my men were sleeping—aka asking Dr. Google a ton of questions—this type of injury could take upwards of six months or more. It doesn’t ring a bell when I think of the timeline I was originally given.

Then again, I was drugged out of my mind due to the levels of pain radiating through my system. I’m still on some heavy medication as it is. Three weeks past the date of my accident, and I’m only on OTC meds now as needed.

Back to my findings … From what I can understand, there are three stages to my compound fracture, or rather the type that breaks through the skin. The first stage is where the inflammation in the body is high as it fights to heal right after the injury.

I can remember being puffier than usual when I first woke up. I assumed it was the drugs, I now know it was my body’s self-defense mode. I’m better now. Less ‘I ate three pizzas’ and more ‘comfy padding’ level of bloated.

The second stage of healing is supposed to be about repairing the body. This one is supposed to vary based on the severity of the fracture. With what I know of mine, I’m leaning more towards this stage lasting months over a couple of weeks like some might experience.

I also feel like it’s where I’m at now. It’s a slow process; however, it’s necessary to get to stage three: the remodeling stage.

This is the point where my body is going to build itself back up. It’s when my bones and muscles take on their proper shape, fitting back together in a way that will allow me to gain strength over time.

Overall, I understand it’s going to be a long process. I knew from the minute I was informed I’d needed surgery that this was the case.

Still, it doesn’t help the absolute boredom I feel lying in bed while the men in my life take care of things. Even our princess’s Little time is distracting because I want to go sit with him. I want to play with his toys as I encourage this side of him.

And then there’s Daddy.

I want to play with him too. Except the type of playing I want involves us being naked. I doubt I’ll be getting anything of the sort anytime soon.

Each morning when I wake up, I check to see if either of them are around. If they are, I ignore the urge I have to stroke an orgasm free. If they aren’t… well, you can guess.

Yeah, I beat the fuck out of my cock until I’m covered in my own release. A man has to do what a man has to do to get off.

Just thinking about it has my length rising to attention beneath the sheet. It would be fine any other time, but considering Daddy and Princess are right fucking beside me watching the movie too, it’s highly inconvenient.

“What do we have here?” Daddy says in a rough voice.

I whip my head to the side to see his gaze on my body. Blushing at the attention, I open my mouth to give an excuse.

Instead, what comes out is, “I’m bored, Daddy.”

His expression turns amused. Our princess leans forward, his hand reaching toward me like he wants to touch me.

“You don’t look bored. You look…” His head turns to look at Daddy. The other man gives him an encouraging nod. “You look horny.”

I roll my eyes and groan. “So what if I am! It’s impossible not to be when you two are around. And it’s not as if we can do anything about it. I’m stuck in this bed and left to rot.”

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes tight.

It’s yet another fucking tantrum on my part.

At least this time it’s for good reason.

The last tantrum I threw a few days ago was because Daddy gave me the wrong plate with my lunch.

That’s the excuse I used. It was more about wanting his attention any way I could get it.

“Stand up for me, Princess.” The words are barely out of Daddy’s mouth before our princess is in motion. I turn to face them both, unsure of what’s to come. As soon as he’s no longer beside me, I feel a sense of foreboding.

Maybe I pushed him too far.

Maybe this is the moment Daddy decides I’m no longer worth it.

Maybe…

“I never gave you the reward you were owed, did I, Brat?”

The words halt my runaway thoughts. Frowning, I shake my head. “No.”

“No?”

I roll my eyes. “No, Daddy,” I mutter.

Strong fingers grip my chin, forcing my head to tilt back. Our eyes meet, and I see the fire in his gaze. I shiver under his stare. The corner of his mouth kicks up the slightest bit. It’s so sexy I nearly forget the mess I’m in.

Except I’m quickly reminded as Daddy pulls away from me. “Keep your eyes on us.”

I nod at his words. My gaze sweeps over them, taking in every subtle movement. It becomes obvious what’s going to happen when Daddy tugs our boy into his arms and kisses him passionately.

Our princess moans as his body relaxes into the connection. It’s intoxicating to watch. I want to participate; want to demand they pay attention to me too. I also want to keep as quiet as possible as to not interrupt them.

Daddy pulls back from the kiss first. “Such a sweet mouth you’ve got, Princess.”

There’s a whimper, then a shirt is tugged off. Next comes pants and then underwear. The sound of a condom wrapper catches my attention in the flurry as well.

Far faster than I can adjust, the two men stand naked at the end of the bed. It’s like my own personal porno. How the fuck did I get so lucky with these two? This is definitely a reward despite my inability to participate.

“Fuck,” he shouts when Daddy’s hand wraps around his hard cock. “That… That feels good, Daddy.”

The other man hums for a moment as he trails kisses up our boy’s neck. He takes his time, as if there aren’t two very impatient men waiting to see what he’ll do next. Then again, Daddy does have far more patience than anyone else I’ve ever met.

My cock begs for my attention as I take in the sexy picture they’re painting in front of me. I ignore it in favor of not missing out on anything. Plus, if there’s some unspoken rule about me not touching myself, I don’t want to get in trouble.

For once, I want to not be a brat. Can’t risk stopping the show.

As if he can read my mind, Daddy halts his teasing mouth on our princess to turn my way. Whatever expression I have is enough to bring a full smile to his face.

“Brat, how are you holding up?” His hands continue along the path his mouth was taking as he speaks to me. Our boy is too deep into the pleasure to focus on me, which only heightens the voyeur part of this whole damn thing.

I have to clear my throat to speak. It’s as if my raging horniness steals my ability at first.

“I’m fine, Daddy. Really turned on, sure. Also wondering what else comes with my reward besides heavy petting.”

The bold statement has him raising his brows. His smile doesn’t waver one bit though.

His hands move to grip our princess’s hips. Once he’s got hold of him, he moves his body forward until our boy is forced to place his hands on the edge of the bed or be smushed.

“You want more than heavy petting?” His hands trail from Princess’s neck to lower back as he speaks. “I think it’s a fair request.”

I nod eagerly as I keep my focus on as many different points as I can. Daddy’s hands. His face. Our princess and his tortured expressions. He’s got to be damn near ready to come with how he’s being teased.

“Yes,” he pants when Daddy’s hands spread his ass.

Daddy hums, then pauses. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

As if the words wake him up, there’s a look of shock on our princess’s face. “Umm… about that…”

“About what? The fact you’ve got a plug in this perfect ass? That you’ve been prepped for a good fucking and didn’t tell Daddy?”

The angle they’re in means I can’t see what the plug looks like inside our boy. I want to ask Daddy to show it off, but at the same time, seeing their expressions is a show all its own. Guilt runs across our boy’s face. Meanwhile, Daddy’s all amused behind him.

“I… I’ve been needy. But I didn’t know how to say anything about it. We’ve been busy, Daddy.”

“We have. It doesn’t mean I can’t take care of our boy. Hell, you could have sat on our brat’s face if you really needed some relief.”

“Wait,” I shout. “Is it an option?!”

Daddy chuckles. “So long as it doesn’t aggravate your leg, then yes. Just like I won’t stop you if you want to stroke your gorgeous cock as you watch us right now.”

My hands move before I can really register what he’s saying. I tug the blanket down from my lap, then eagerly pull my cock from the confines of my sweats.

Our boy licks his lips at the sight of my length. I can tell he wants a little taste. If he weren’t in trouble right now, I’d totally ask for it too.

A blow job won’t hurt my leg. Knowing the rules means I can bend them as much as possible.

Lost in my own pleasure, I don’t realize Daddy is back to teasing our boy until there’s a loud cry. Focusing on their connection, it’s easy to see why our princess is being so vocal.

“You’ve been spending too much time with our brat if you think you can pull one over on me, Princess.

” Daddy tugs on the plug in our boy’s ass, then pushes it back in.

The movement is slow enough to tease, yet I have no doubt it’s as effective at fucking with our boy— oh, that’s a funny accidental wordplay.

I nearly snort at my own thoughts. It’s then Daddy decides he’s done with the teasing. He pulls the plug out and tosses it on the end of the bed. I stare at the bright pink stone on the end of the handle with awe.

This had to look amazing in our boy’s ass. I’ll have to ask him to show it off again to me later.

“Time for your reward,” Daddy bites out as he grips his cock. “Open wide for Daddy.”

Our princess drops his face to the bed and reaches back to spread his ass. I whimper, my fist tightening at the obedience I’m witnessing. I may be a brat; however, it doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate someone on the opposite end of things.

In fact, I can think of a dozen ways our boy’s willingness to do as we say is beneficial for both Daddy and me. We’re going to have a lot of fun with this as soon as I’m able to walk again.

Pushing away thoughts of my injury, I focus on the interaction before me. I only zoned out for a few seconds, but that’s been more than enough time for Daddy to press deep into our princess.

“You like the show, Brat?”

I whip my gaze up to Daddy at the question. Channeling the best blasé attitude I can, I shrug. “Can’t see all the good stuff.”

At my reply, determination settles in his expression. His arms wrap around our boy’s chest. With one fluid motion, the pair rise to a standing position.

“Daddy!” Our princess squeals as he rushes to gain some sense of balance.

It’s useless, because in the next second, Daddy’s hands are under his knees and pulling him up. The new position puts our boy spread wide before me.

“How’s the view now, Brat?!”

“Perfect,” I whisper, my hand moving faster over my length.

Daddy grunts as he adjusts our boy slightly. After he’s got him how he wants, I get the sexiest show of my life. There will never be anything to compare to the two of them.

Minutes pass in a heavy sort of silence. Well, as close to silence as one can get with the sound of skin slapping and a whimpering boy falling apart in Daddy’s arms. Oh, and there’s my own grunting as my orgasm races forward.

“Going to come,” I announce when I feel the telltale signs.

“Good boy,” Daddy says, his voice all rough and inviting. “Now our princess needs to come. Stroke yourself, baby. Fucking choke my cock with this tight ass.”

His words have their intended effect. Before our princess can touch himself, his cock erupts. Cum sprays onto his chest, painting him in the naughtiest, yet sexiest, way possible.

My body breaks then, the sight too good to hold back any longer. I can’t keep my eyes open with the onslaught of pleasure. It’s too much for me. With my eyes closed, I don’t get to see Daddy fall apart, but there’s no denying the groan that signals he’s found his release too.

I feel something pressing into the bed, which has me coming back to the moment.

Daddy eases our princess down beside my legs on his side.

He’s already managed to pull him off his cock.

I have a moment of regret at not seeing the grand finale.

But then I remember there can be more times like this.

I have to be good enough to earn a reward every now and then.

Easy peasy.

“I’m going to get a cloth for each of you,” Daddy tells us. We nod at him, then I look to our princess to see how he’s doing.

There’s a soft smile on his face. “You ok there?”

He looks up at me. “Yeah, I am. You? I’m sorry you couldn’t join us.”

“I did join in my own way. And I’m good too. That was really fucking hot.”

Our princess giggles. “It was, wasn’t it? We’ve got the best Daddy.”

“We do,” I admit. “The very best.”