Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Now my nerves were starting to stir, so maybe I’d settled on worrying?
“That you were turned on and little?” Austin always said the most grown-up things in the calmest tone. “No, nothing in his face said he minded. He was very focused on you.”
That was good, right?
“I…” Before I could figure out what to say next, his brain distracted him and he jumped topics.
“I found some blog posts about other littles.” He waved his hands around dramatically, barely managing not to send his cup flying. “Don’t worry. I’ll send you the links. They’re buried and so hard to find it’s insane. Silas is brilliant.”
He got that smiley, faraway look as he thought about his Dom but he didn’t stay distracted long. In seconds, he was sitting taller and looking very in charge. “But yes, other littles get erections when they’re in that headspace and it’s perfectly normal. You’re a real adult. This isn’t like you got zapped by a ray gun and now you’re a kid again. We have to remember that.”
Oh goodness.
How did he talk about that without at least squirming?
“I…” What was I supposed to say to that? Ray guns? “Thank you for researching that.”
Well, he smiled, so it must been a reasonable response.
“You’re welcome.” He reached over and squeezed my hand. “You’re very important to me and it doesn’t matter if it’s a job problem or questions about erections, I want to help.”
I hadn’t started asking questions about erections…but the sentiment was nice?
“You’re very helpful.” And once I started thinking about it, I appreciated his research…especially since I hadn’t needed to figure out how to ask him about it. “I’m glad other littles do that too.”
Most of the other littles in the playroom weren’t as shy as I was, but we weren’t erection conversation friends. Austin was really my only interesting friend who I could talk to about anything or who’d ask me about anything, so I probably shouldn’t point out that he’d kind of been bossy…and nosy.
“And I would tell you if I’d seen anything questionable on Ansel’s face. He was maybe a tiny bit nervous but nothing that looked like regret, and he gave you the cutest smile.” Austin nearly melted as he smiled and reached for his coffee again. “You both looked perfect together.”
That was definitely a good thing.
And Daddy was a new Daddy, so him being nervous was to be expected.
Hopefully.
Taking a breath, I focused on Austin’s happy, romantic expression. “He made me feel good…not just like you might think but regular good. He…he cuddled me after we…after I kissed him and then he took care of me and we played.”
Austin’s dirty giggle said he’d filled in the blanks in some of the vague parts. “He seems to like taking care of you and I bet he loved your kisses.”
I was blushing again but I managed not to squirm. “He said…he said he did.”
And he’d been hard.
That had to mean good things too.
Part of me wished I’d stayed bigger so I could’ve kept kissing and made Daddy very happy too, but I’d gotten little and he’d cleaned me up and we’d played and then I’d gotten grown-up kisses because it’d been time to go home.
“He…he said he wanted to see me again.” Oh, now I was squirming.
Austin’s naughty grin just kept getting bigger and bigger. “I knew he was going to like your naughty side.”
Groaning, I pulled my T-shirt up to hide behind and wished I’d been wearing something that I could pull down over my face. I really should’ve grabbed a blanket for an Austin talk this early in the morning. But my drama just made him giggle even more as he leaned over the table and patted my head. “I’m so proud of you.”
Ugh…he was so hard to get frustrated at when he was sweet and told me nice things.
“Now…tell me more about those tattoos.” He was trying to distract me, but I shook my head, making him sigh. “But I was worried about you.”
Daddy kept his shirt on for a reason, though, right?
“I have to get permission to talk about them because I don’t know what Daddy would say.” I kind of knew but I needed to make sure first.
Trying to be as firm as possible considering he was pouting at me, I decided a distraction was in order. “I don’t have to ask permission to color with you or to play in the fort. I have time before work.”
Austin liked playing just as much as he liked being nosy and I could see him breaking. “I shouldn’t…”
“You didn’t help me use the new crayons yet.”
Bingo.
And he couldn’t ask me about naughty things while we were coloring. That was my favorite rule. He had to pretend to be a good babysitter and they didn’t do naughty things unless they were in dirty grown-up movies.