Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
He went very still, realizing what he’d said. “No, Sir. You’re very…very funny.”
That came out slightly dramatic and I had a feeling he’d rolled his eyes, but I didn’t call him out on it. I wanted to be able to reward him so that earned him some leeway. “Good boy.”
He tried to sigh and pretend to be dramatic, but his body betrayed him. His hips pushed forward like he wanted to hump my leg and something sent another shiver through him.
Yep, not as cool as he was trying to act.
“So, we’ve established that acceptable boundaries are you can always come up to me and indicate you want cuddles that are anywhere on the innocent to fun spectrum.” That got another giggle and a nod, but there was something in the way his hand tightened that said his thoughts weren’t as pure as they appeared.
“You…you can too.” His entire body went still as the words seemed to pop out. I’d have let him ignore it and moved on, but he decided to push through and keep going. “I mean, I’m your sub, so that’s…I mean…God, does lightning still strike people when they do something stupid?”
“I think that was just in cartoons.” My dry response made him groan, but that wasn’t a safeword so I kept going. “But what I think you were saying before the drama took over was that you’re my sub, and that means if I would like cuddles on the spectrum then I just need to indicate it to you. Correct?”
His head made a clear nod, but when I sighed because we both knew I needed words for that kind of thing, he huffed. “Yes. That’s correct.”
He had a lot of sass for someone who wanted an orgasm.
“Thank you.” I was going to have to start weighing my desire to make him come with him actually earning an orgasm. “But I need you to know that I’m not going to do that until after you’ve asked for fun cuddles first.”
He sucked in a breath like I’d sucker punched him.
“Stop being dramatic. I need to know I’m not taking advantage of you. For fuck’s sake. What if you did something just because you thought you had to?” His huff said he didn’t like having to understand my point of view.
Well, he’d just have to suck it up.
“Like in the shower, I wasn’t going to do anything to make you think you had obligations toward me, but the situation changed when you opened up. It’s not going to always be like this.” That’d be stupid. “I’m not going to make you spank me before I spank you. But we’re still new at this and I don’t want to fuck it up.”
And I got a sigh.
So I waited.
And waited.
“You’ll really spank me?” Ender’s thoughts had gone in a wildly different direction than mine had, but I should’ve expected it.
The Dom learning curve seemed steeper than I’d imagined.
“As long as it’s for fun and an orgasm is involved, yes. I’m not just going to hurt you to prove a point or something.” Guilt worked great on him so I wasn’t going to do anything cruel. “I know that the pain and pleasure signals can get mixed in some situations.”
I just wasn’t going to spank him to make him cry and tell him he was bad.
Never.
But if he was a naughty slut who’d done something wicked…well…that was a different story.
One that I’d written, so I was fairly confident I wouldn’t fuck it up.
“I’m glad to know that the spanking idea appeals to you, but we have to go back to the main point.” His groan said he didn’t appreciate being tortured, but he didn’t make me wait long that time.
“I understand what you were saying, and on some level, I approve.” The drama queen huffed again but went back to rubbing against me. “I guess I can see it as a motivation to not hide.”
Hmm.
“Does that mean you want me to ask you to get me off?” I probably shouldn’t have asked that since he tried to burrow under my leg, but it felt like it had to be clarified. “Remember, safewords are for a variety of situations.”
“If I answer, that means you have to reward me. I’m done being good.” His ridiculous response came out in the cutest pouting tone and I had to fight back laughter.
“Alright.” Rubbing his head, I waited, but he really wanted his orgasm, so it didn’t take long.
“Yes. I want you to tell me to do…that kind of thing…and…and maybe to use me?” His voice went up an octave and almost squeaked.
Answering quickly seemed like a good idea with the panic starting to rise in him. “Those are all very common practices in BDSM, so I understand completely.”
Well, I understood as much as I needed to at the moment.