Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Oh, and he’s a little, so the whole BDSM thing is something we have in common even though I don’t know much about what he likes yet.” Utter silence from the peanut gallery. “Um, what do you know about being a Daddy? You’ve met all kinds of weird people lately.”
“I know men in lingerie. You know weird people.” He sighed, and I could hear the wheels turning in his head. “What about that guy you knew back in college…the one who was always sucking on the binkie because he was quitting smoking? That always seemed kind of odd. Do you still talk to him?”
Oh, good idea.
“Um, who told you he was trying to quit smoking?” His name escaped me, but at the very least, he’d clearly had an oral fixation based on who he’d dated.
“You did.”
Oops.
“No, my bad. I probably just didn’t want to tell you he liked sucking on anything and anyone who’d moan. He was desperately trying to figure out a way into your bed because he wanted to suck your dick.” Wilder’s groan had me feeling brighter already. “How did you not know that?”
How someone as hot as him constantly missed everyone drooling over him, I’d never know. Wilder’s head was still constantly in the clouds even though he wasn’t nearly as naïve as he had been back in college when we’d first met.
“Don’t tell me that.” The big drama queen sounded like he was blushing. “Stop fucking with me.”
I wasn’t…but if that was what he wanted to believe…
“Back to me, drama queen. My cutie. He’s a little. We colored and watched a movie last night and I’m heading over to his place on Saturday. What do you know about littles?” Technically I could’ve looked this shit up, and I had every intention of googling for hours about all this, but information from real people was always more helpful.
“Um, nothing.” Wilder was quiet for a moment. “Have you ever been a Daddy? That’s what you’d be, right?”
“I haven’t been anything in so long I’m starting to rust.” Idiots and vanilla idiots didn’t count. “But yes, I would be his Daddy and that falls into a caretaker Dom type. But aside from the obvious like cutting up his food and buying fun-shaped chicken nuggets, I don’t know what I don’t know.”
It seemed too easy.
Nothing in BDSM had this low of a learning curve.
It was highly suspicious.
“Oh, I don’t know what you don’t know either.” He was quiet for a minute before he sighed. “I hate you.”
That could’ve honestly been for any number of things, so I didn’t bother trying to guess. “Thanks.”
Before I could come up with a better retort, I heard him calling out. “Okay, does anyone know anything about Daddies and age play?”
Now I was the one groaning.
It wasn’t a bad idea, though.
Because of his job, his boyfriend Lane knew the most fascinating people. Modeling lingerie was just the tip of the iceberg and that was confirmed when a delightfully cheerful voice came through the phone. “I’m a pup and I know lots of littles.”
Lane’s friends were fascinating but helpful and genuinely sweet…except for the handful that were nuts.
“Perfect. My friend just started dating a little but he’s never been a Daddy or a Handler or anything like that. He’s been the spanking and bossy kind of Dom. Right?” As giggles echoed in the background, it took me a second to realize that last part had been for me.
“Yes.” Well, at least I knew he’d been listening to a few things I’d said over the years. “That’s a terrible way to explain it, though, dickhead. I sound like an asshole.”
He didn’t seem worried about that because he was too focused on the gigglers.
“He just needs to be nice and take care of his little.” The cheerful voice had gotten closer to the phone and was now drowning out the giggles. “Make him fun food and make sure he eats his veggies and put him down for a nap if he’s tired and that kind of stuff. Most of the littles I know just like being taken care of and it’s not complicated. Now, tails. They’re a lot more complicated.”
I wasn’t even going to let my imagination go there.
As Wilder groaned, probably because his imagination had gone there, the laughter came back in full force before disappearing quickly.
He’d gone to hide.
“I hate you.” This time his tone sounded a bit shocked. “I didn’t need to know that.”
I couldn’t help wondering if I’d missed some kind of gesture or naughty comment, but I was a great friend and didn’t ask. “Thank you for taking one for the team.”
For a guy who looked like a sexy Hells Angel, he was a drama queen.
“You’re welcome.” His exhausted tone had me wanting to laugh, but I behaved admirably…like the perfect Daddy. “He’d better be worth it because I’m going to be the talk of L and L by tomorrow.”