Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Might as well make sure he knew that right up front.
His cheeks pinked for some reason, but he nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m glad.”
I was starting to wonder what else Conner had told him about me.
“Good. Now, are there any phrases you don’t want me to use?” When he blinked, obviously not tracking what I was imagining, I elaborated. “Say, for example, if I used feminized words to describe a body part like your penis. Would that confuse you, upset you, or turn you on because you’d find it a bit degrading? Just for fun, not for anything serious, and not to say there’s something wrong with women.”
I was looking for his kinks not to actually make him ashamed.
God, I hoped that hadn’t offended him.
I got a few more blinks from him before he leaned closer to Conner. It was ridiculous and adorable, but he knew right away Conner would translate that for him. The cheeky sub grinned and whispered something that had Finley going bright red. “Conner.”
His scandalized tone had Conner giggling and shrugging artfully. “It’s a good example.”
Finley wasn’t the right color yet, but he swallowed a few times and focused back on me. “I wouldn’t be offended.”
When he seemed to stop there, Conner rolled his eyes and poked Finley’s shoulder. “For fuck’s sake.”
“Fine.” Looking slightly offended and adorable, Finley huffed. “I don’t know if it would turn me on. However, I know it’s just for fun and it wouldn’t upset me. So, we could see?”
Giving him a brisk nod, aiming to give him a pleased expression without being overly cheery, I did my best not to look like an asshole or a kid. “Good boy, pet. That was articulate and a good example of how to answer a question.”
That had the naughty sub squirming again, but he didn’t try to play with himself as he blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Do you have any specific limits you want us to adhere to tonight?” When he just blinked at me, I tried again. “I’m not going to do anything drastic like take you up against the wall, Finley, but is there anything I need to keep in mind while we’re getting to know one another?”
I thought it was a reasonable question but as he took a deep breath and shrugged, Conner sighed and jumped in. “He’s had so many bad dates and frustrating interactions with Doms that he’s not sure what to ask for and if this will actually work.”
Finley just pointed to Conner and nodded, looking adorably ridiculous like we were in some kind of Hollywood rom-com.
Conner seemed to take that as permission to keep steering things. “If the chemistry keeps going like it seems to, and you don’t mind the innocent look versus humiliation thing, he’d actually let you fuck him up against the wall. I wasn’t lying about the dry spell or the liking being embarrassed part or the exhibitionism part.”
I had a feeling Conner was downplaying the rough patch, because if anything, Finley couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to orgasm or hide.
However, he seemed like he was kinky enough it was probably both.
It was getting easier and easier to picture him hiding behind Conner, jerking off as fast as he could while he tried to decide if he wanted to watch me or stay completely out of sight. But I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page, and I wanted to see Finley squirm.
“Is he being accurate, Finley?” Yes or no questions were easier and got me an immediate nod from the overwhelmed sub as his brain seemed to fight to catch up. “Good boy, but I’m not going to let you feel my cock inside of your ass tonight. You have to earn that.”
And that seemed like it would be rushing it since we’d just met.
Call me old-fashioned, but some things should wait until I at least knew his last name or his full limits list.
A low, whimper escaped and his hands started inching round his body. He didn’t even seem to know what he was doing, so I looked down and cleared my throat. “Is that where your hands are supposed to be?”
He looked down his body, clearly surprised to see they’d moved. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Were you going to touch your penis, Finley?” The simple question had a shiver running through him and he couldn’t seem to decide what to say. “Finley?”
The quiet groan that escaped him had me wanting to smile, but I kept the slightly disappointed look on my face because it seemed to turn him on even more. “Yes, Sir.”
The whimpery answer was tinged with embarrassment but it wasn’t quite enough for the naughty boy to actually get more words out.
“Yes, what? That was not a good answer, Finley.” I raised one eyebrow, waiting slightly impatiently.