Page 32 of Their Perfect Daddy

SKYE

I turn my gaze to the laptop screen beside me to make sure the setup is just how I need it. With me filming in a new location, I’m cautious about ensuring I don’t reveal too much. Privacy is important. Especially when it comes to my men.

With them both asleep upstairs, I have free range of the house.

I decide to record in the library for today’s batch of videos.

It’s a good aesthetic for the relaxed vibes I want to portray.

That and there are enough books in there for me to have a variety.

I’ve also got several shirts to help create the illusion these were filmed on multiple days.

I’m all about making this gig easier when I can. While I wouldn’t normally mind taking my time with creating content, I know I don’t have long before the two napping men upstairs wake up. Two hours, tops.

Checking over everything once more, I go about filming in autopilot mode. My body knows exactly what to do. I don’t necessarily have to be present in my mind for it all to work. That’s a good thing considering there’s zero chance of me being engaged.

After recording a bunch of shots, I check the time to see how long I have left: one hour.

Rather than heading back to the bedroom, I decide to entice my followers a bit more.

Income is great right now, and I have no doubt these new videos will bring even more my way.

People can’t resist the hands when there’s a book involved. I swear it’s its own kink.

I change shirts one more time, then settle on the couch with a book in hand. It’s not anything I truly want to read. More a prop.

Once I’m in place and sure my face isn’t visible, I open the feed remotely to do a live video. Within seconds, I’ve got hundreds of followers watching. The thirsty comments are quick to follow.

“Damn. He gets better every time.”

“I want those wrapped around my neck.”

“Could you imagine how good he’d be in bed.”

“I identify as a hardback book.”

“Stroke it!”

It’s a struggle not to laugh at the audacity some people have. Their ability to not give a fuck about what they share is equal parts entertaining and baffling. I’d never publicly share half of what they do.

Then again, I’m also stroking my hands over the pages of a book in a virtual thirst trap. I have no room to judge.

For the next few minutes, I lose myself to the rhythmic movements of today’s show. It’s habit at this point. I don’t truly have to engage much.

It’s not until comments start pouring in even faster that I realize something is wrong. Leaning to the side, I check my screen. My eyes widen at what I find.

“This doesn’t look like any of his stuff. Where is he?”

“Does it matter? The setup is *GIVING* all it needs to give!”

“If there was a ladder in the library, I’d climb it so he could get acquainted with his biggest fan.”

“Now that you mention it, this is weird, right?”

“Exactly! He’s never filmed anywhere else. Do you think he moved?”

“Don’t say such stupid shit. We would have noticed him moving.”

“Then what do you think explains this?”

“Why do we care? Look at his hands!! The rest is irrelevant.”

“We care because of the aesthetic, idiot. #TLSstan”

My eyes blur from trying to keep up with them all. There’s no way to regulate it. Either I need to correct them with a post or cut the feed and try to film at home later.

The decision comes easily.

I don’t want to leave my boys for any length of time. Unless it’s an emergency, I need to be here. It’s too hard being away from them.

Laying the book beside me, I grab my back-up phone to reply to a comment. Before I can even finish typing, there’s more flurry about how I’m responding. It’s such a rare thing outside of the paid subscription I offer, they practically go feral for it.

TheLimitlessSkye:

Staying with a friend for a few weeks. No need to worry about the setting. Enjoy the show.

I add a few emojis to tease them a bit too. Then I lean back and undo another button on my shirt. It’s more than I usually give them, yet it’s nothing I wouldn’t be afraid to wear in front of my parents.

The comments take off again, this time speculating on my body and how they can get me to go shirtless. Some of them plead with me for more and others call me out for being a tease.

When a very familiar name pops up on the screen, I freeze.

DaddySkyesPrincess:

I love your hands. Bet they’d feel great right now.

As far as come-ons go, it’s standard. It’s the person behind the name that has my body aching in an instant. I can’t hear them, yet his laugh is clear as day in my mind. I bet he’s proud of himself for distracting me.

I go about saluting the viewers and shutting my equipment down. My boys are awake. Nothing else matters.