Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I’d deserve it if he got pissed and it all went sideways.
“You will be getting punished when we get home. Period. It can be a spanking or you can pick writing lines and standing in the corner. But I will make an impact on you.” He paused while I moaned and processed the sexy threat enough to actually respond.
“Yes, Sir.” God. He was going to spank me. “I…I don’t want to write lines.”
He huffed, drawing out the silence until I shivered. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Yeah, after the conversation at the door, I’d have been shocked if it had. Before I could admit that, though, he continued his sexy domination. “If you continue being this turned on, I will make you orgasm. I decided I’m your Handler for the night so that comes with all the rights and responsibilities. Do you consent?”
My brain started doing that blue circle of death thing my computer had last year and it took me way too long to get it to do anything else…like think.
Luckily, Boone didn’t panic, he just looked down between us and raised one eyebrow. “I’m going to need a verbal answer, but I’ll be patient because the nonverbal cues are very good indicators of what you’re going to say.”
I was hard.
I couldn’t help it…but I should’ve worn tighter underwear.
Boone’s comment probably should’ve killed me because of embarrassment, but it mostly just jogged my brain loose. “Yes, Sir. I…I understand.”
Well, it was more than just agreeing with him, so I felt good about that, but Boone’s gaze came back up to mine and he just studied me for several long moments. “You and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow, but for tonight, if you’re a good pup, I’ll reward you.”
The threat-praise combination was doing amazing things to me and I could feel myself getting stupider by the second.
“I… Good pups should get rewards.” Yes. That was just how it worked, so I couldn’t be held responsible for anything that happened.
“That’s right.” Boone seemed to think we’d talked about the situation enough because he gave the leash a tug as his thumb caressed my cheek.
The mix chased the last drops of blood from my brain and killed the few remaining cells that had been trying to function. I couldn’t have held back my moan even if I’d wanted to, but he didn’t mind. He smiled and tugged on the leash again. “Such a wicked pup.”
Did he like that?
The smile said he liked that.
He’d even done it again…and he was still holding the leash tight.
There were too many things whirling around in my head for me to figure out an actual response that made sense, but Boone didn’t seem to need words anymore. “You removing the leash directly from my hands will let me know you need to stop the scene. Saying yellow or red will also pause or stop the scene. Is that clear?”
Safewords.
“You gave me safewords.” Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have moaned that out?
Boone just blinked and that sexy smirk came out again. “That’s right. Such a smart pup.”
He was really going to let me be his pup…for the night?
For longer?
All I could do was whine which seemed to please him even more and he rubbed my head. “You’re going to look so good on your knees, pup.”
Type A people just seemed to succeed at everything.
I got out a whimper that seemed to be enough words for him because he smiled and rubbed my head. “Yes, I thought you’d like that visual.”
He knew me way too well.
“Come on, pup.” Stepping back, he studied me for a second before nodding to himself. “Upright until we get over to the padded part of the room. Then on all fours.”
He wanted me on my knees for him.
My dick was never going to go down…I definitely should’ve worn more practical underwear…and maybe a cup.
Shit.
Made myself even harder.
He was either psychic or just knew me really well because Boone chuckled and his eyes sparkled with something wicked I didn’t usually see on his face. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”
Damn Skyler.
It was all his fault I’d lost my common sense and my self-control.
Boone wasn’t helping either, though.
He kept tugging on my leash and giving me looks. Every time I had enough brain cells to start wondering what the fuck I’d done, he’d smile or look down at my dick. Yep, this was his fault too, and I was starting to think I didn’t have as much to apologize for as I’d thought.
Shaking his head, Boone stepped back, still holding tight to the leash Skyler had given me. “You stay with me. You may look around the room, but if you get too distracted, you’ll go on all fours right away.”
I didn’t see the problem with that threat until that eyebrow went up again. “You’ll miss entirely too much of the room that way, especially if I have you facing the wall.”