Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Making sure he remembered that seemed like a good idea.
“I bet that’s been very difficult, hasn’t it?” Robyn’s tone was so even and so gentlemanly, no one seemed to realize his fingers were teasing right over the head of my dick.
The dinner crowd downtown was thinning out, so I knew no one would be able to tell what he was doing, but the hint of exhibitionism sent a shiver through me. “Very hard, Sir. Very hard.”
He didn’t miss the obvious play on words, chuckling and shaking his head like I’d told a bad joke. “Cheeky boy.”
Our dinner conversation came flashing back to me and I swallowed, not sure if he realized how I was going to take it. “I…I can’t help it, Sir.”
“I think I know a way to make an impression on you, boy.” He was still wearing a polite expression like we were on a regular boring date.
I was never going to see vanilla guys the same way again.
“I…I think that’s a good decision, Sir.” Please let that mean I was going to be spanked. “You wanted me to behave and…and I just couldn’t do it.”
Two fingers teased over the head of my dick, gently pressing it between them like he was thinking about pinching it. Just the ghost of the sensation had my knees going weak, and I had to fight to stay quiet.
He’d remembered our conversation on limits.
As we’d talked the other night and he’d quizzed me on my limits like we were prepping for a test in high school, I’d admitted that while pain like from a spanking was good, fucking with my head about it was even better. Little me might like sweet and cuddly, but big me liked being tormented.
“Then I think we need to take this conversation to a more private place so we can continue our discussion on your behavior.” The implied threat sent a shiver through me, and Robyn’s lips turned up into a smirk. “I thought you’d appreciate my attention.”
Oh yes.
I wanted to say something witty but all that wanted to come out was a whimper or something snarky…and I wanted my spanking too much to push him too soon.
Nodding, I swallowed and managed a passable, if boring, response. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”
He dipped his head, acknowledging the polite answer, but stepped back. The teasing was gone as he shifted beside me, taking my hand. “Is my place alright or would you like to go back to yours?”
I didn’t care, but something about the way the feeling had shifted had me questioning what to say. “Let’s go to your place.”
That way if things went bad again, I could just leave.
“Sounds good.” Robyn’s even tone didn’t make me feel any better about how things had changed so quickly.
I knew being polite was supposed to be a good thing, but it felt odd.
Pushing back the asshole comments that were trying to escape, I told myself being snarky was not the right answer every time I felt uncomfortable. But being quiet wasn’t any better because the walk back to his place felt like it took an eternity.
When he finally closed the door behind us, he stopped in the entryway and took a deep breath. “If this isn’t working out for you, I want you to know you don’t have to stay. I realize I’m not as…dynamic as a lot of other Doms.”
Oh fuck.
What had I done?
What had I not done?
My mouth was suddenly so dry it was hard to talk. “Can you tell me what I did? I’m not sure what went wrong, but I felt you pull away.”
Conversation.
When something went wrong, adults were supposed to talk about it.
And I was adult enough most of the time to push for what I wanted.
Robyn was nice. I just had to focus on that.
“Let’s go sit down.” Something was making him second-guess himself. Thinking about it logically without letting the worries take center stage, I could see he wasn’t as confident as he’d been before.
Flashes of our first time together went through my mind, and I knew it’d fucked him up more than it had me.
I’d known why I’d pulled away, but he hadn’t.
I took charge of the situation, thinking of it a bit like work so my sub side stayed in the background, and I laced my fingers through his and led him over to the L-shaped couch. He wasn’t pushing back, but he was watching me like he wasn’t sure what to do.
I hated that I’d done this to him, but all I could do was communicate better now.
When we got over to the couch, I winked and pushed him down into the corner of it. That got a soft chuckle out of him, so I was a bit more confident as I sat down beside him and laid my legs over his.