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)
And Charlie was very fond of Austin.
Maybe I couldn’t assume he wanted a spanking?
No. I wasn’t going to overthink the situation.
Charlie was a sweet, cheeky little and a naughty sub.
When the sweet little had wanted fun attention, he’d changed nearly all my notifications to a dinosaur roar but that was because he was confident about that side of his needs. He wasn’t so confident about the other aspects.
Okay, what would Austin say?
He’d roll his eyes and say to spank the naughty slut, and then he’d give Charlie a hug and tell him to have fun.
“Was there anything you wanted to do after dinner?” I kept my voice pleasant and neutral as the waiter left us alone again, but I knew I’d have my boy squirming in seconds. “I was thinking we could go back to your place and play with your little toys, or we could go back to mine and I could show you the grown-up toys I bought for you?”
Wide eyes looked back at me but the only movement from Charlie was the way his mouth slowly parted. It looked like he’d tried to say something or thought about saying something, but nothing came out.
After a few seconds, he blinked and shivered like a computer rebooting. “I…I like playing, Master.”
I would be eternally grateful we’d been put in the back of the restaurant far enough from everyone else that we weren’t going to have any mishaps.
“I know. I have a playful little boy and a very naughty sub all wrapped up in one package.” Acknowledging that out loud had him shifting in his seat, probably because he was starting to get slick and achy. “That gives me the best of both worlds when it comes to buying toys.”
Another blink.
He licked his lips.
It seemed to mean his brain was starting to process a bit better.
“Toys are fun.”
Well, that was something different.
“You’re right.” Shrugging and aiming for casual, I leaned back in my seat. “I can’t decide if we should go back to your fort so I can show you the new rock I found, or if we should go back to mine so I can show you the plug I bought for you. It’s a hard decision.”
He was adorable because it honestly seemed to be a difficult decision for him too.
“Rocks are special.” The way he left off Daddy was significant but he didn’t seem done, so I waited patiently. “But…but I haven’t seen your place yet, Master.”
Oh, that was how we were going to frame it?
“You’re right.” Shaking my head, I sighed. “We should remedy that tonight. Alright, plans are all set.”
That had his brows pulling together and he sighed, obviously not happy with the way I’d declared everything done and organized. “I…what should we do after you show me around, Master?”
Oh, my brave boy.
But I had to frown and look thoughtful…because my phone roared at me again. “Maybe we can curl up and watch a movie? Oh, and I can show you the toys that I bought. We can talk about those and figure out which ones you want to try next week.”
And that roar was probably a text message, judging by the way the phone vibrated as well…and it made me feel much better about fucking with my adorable troublemaker.
I’d kept the volume nearly silent but the roar was a distinct enough sound that I could hear it from my pocket no matter what else was going on around me. It was a constant, wonderful reminder about how perfect he was, but as his Daddy and his Dom, I had to make sure he knew who was the biggest pain in the ass.
I was going to do that by giving his ass some wonderful pain.
Eventually.
“I…” He swallowed, and I couldn’t decide if his brain was going a thousand miles an hour or if it’d stopped. “I like show-and-tell.”
Adorable.
“Great. I think that’s the perfect plan.” Reaching over, I squeezed his hand and gave him a loving smile. “One step at a time. I don’t want to worry you.”
The little drama queen groaned.
“Thank you.” Again, he couldn’t seem to decide if I was Daddy or Master, but I got a pout and had to do my best not to smile. “You take very good care of me.”
“I try, sweetie.” Yep, I was evil. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
But first, food and slightly more everyday conversations. Once Charlie seemed to accept the frustration of having an overly polite Daddy, he inched back toward his little side. He asked about my rock and told me about what he’d colored.
It was actually a wonderful dinner even though he’d been worried about big versus little dates leading up to it. He seemed relaxed and sweet, and I had to assume that was because he either didn’t realize how little he was in public or I’d given him too many other interesting things to obsess over.