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 was startlingly stubborn about the whole thing.
“I’m sure.” Cutting up the chicken he’d made, he looked relaxed but like the idea was set in stone for him and he wasn’t going to budge. “If you wanted to take a nap covered in my cum but I didn’t read the situation correctly, we need to make some adjustments going forward. I didn’t realize that might be a kink that we need to explore.”
Somehow I’d died and ended up in my own version of Hell.
I was just being tortured by living out my fantasies and then having to talk about them. It was cruel and ingenious, and might give me a heart attack if I weren’t already dead.
“I…” It’d have been easier to distract him or just play stubborn too if he didn’t seem to have a point. But he might’ve had a point. I just wasn’t sure how to respond or what this point might be.
The cum and nap part?
Was it a kink?
Should we have changed things?
Shoving a bite in my mouth saved me and gave me a few seconds but I knew it wouldn’t last long. Leif was resting one forearm on our small table and his eyebrow had gone up as he’d leaned back. “Cute.”
Well, at least he was sarcastic and not angry?
I could live with that.
So I took another bite as soon as I’d swallowed the first, but unfortunately, my chicken and potatoes only lasted so long and I was forced to eat the cabbage that for some reason he thought was a reasonable vegetable to make.
He liked it.
He was so weird.
Yep, that was what I had to remember. He was the cabbage lover and I was just a bit kinky. I could handle that and I could handle the cabbage.
But by the third bite, I was wincing with every forkful and he was rolling his eyes. “This is a level of stubbornness I never expected from you, pup.”
Oh, why had he said that?
He was so mean.
“I was thinking about making spaghetti and meatballs tomorrow.” Yes, anything but the Brussels sprouts he’d somehow snuck into the house.
My weird version of being an adult might’ve gotten us a bit of a strange wardrobe but at least I hadn’t started buying terrible vegetables.
Leif scoffed and refused to let me change the subject. “We can talk about it now or when you’re naked at my feet. Would that make it easier?”
Judging by the way his lips had curled up in a smirk, I might’ve looked shocked but I couldn’t tell because I was in shock.
“I’ll do it. You know I will.” Pulling his arm back from the table, he rested it in his lap as he lounged and looked completely at ease with the way he was ramping up his threats. “I’m starting to think I should get you a vibrating plug or something helpful to make my point when you’re trying to change the subject.”
What had he been reading when I’d taken my nap?
Lord, how had napping gone so wrong?
“I…” How was I supposed to respond to that? “I’m not changing the subject. Planning dinner is important. We said last week we needed to do more meal prep and planning.”
Our budget and the number of times we wanted to eat out in a week didn’t match at all.
“That is an important topic, yes, but it’s not the conversation we need to have at the moment.” Being either insanely Leif or deliberately a pain in the ass, he looked thoughtful. “How about we have that conversation after breakfast tomorrow?”
Both.
“That’s fine.” How was I supposed to respond to that without sounding irrational? “That will be a good time.”
Ugh.
“So, let’s go back to how you were feeling and what you needed.” There was a stubborn look on his face even though he was trying to look relaxed, and part of me wondered how he’d punish me if I started playing dumb.
“I…I need less cabbage in my life. I was trying to be subtle about that, but clearly, I need to be more deliberate about what I’m saying.” It was a desperate attempt and almost made him smile, but he was sticking to his gonna be a good Dom routine.
“You know, I think an interesting punishment for a naughty bottom would be to only be able to come by fucking for a week…maybe a month.” He looked entirely too interested in that idea for my comfort.
“There’s room in the budget to get you something to thrust into. You know, one of those fake pussy kind of things but with an ass instead.” There was something terrible in his eyes…he was starting to like that idea.
“No inside tails to wag. No fingers massaging your prostate.” Shaking his head, he looked like it would be a tragedy. “You wouldn’t even be able to imagine me fucking you from behind in the shower as I jerk you off.”