Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Hmm.
“Yes. Communication is helpful in those situations.” Especially when I’d already come, so it might not be obvious that I wasn’t having fun. “This is something where my mouth is going to be occupied? Oh, is it some kind of quiet game? I don’t think I could do that and have fun, unless some kind of toy was involved?”
Dean sighed but Tate chuckled. “No toys and no quiet games. You definitely wouldn’t have fun with something like that.”
Communicating without words was hard, and once I’d gotten to the point where I could talk to them, I didn’t see the point in stopping.
“What are we going to do then?” Part of me wanted to rub up against him again, but a bigger part of me remembered my undies. “Can I be naked when we do it? I’m sticky.”
Tate’s laughter boomed through the apartment. “Come here. We’re going to get you clean and naked and then I’m going to see if I can distract you.”
“Distract me how?” There were so many fun ways he could do it. “By giving you an orgasm?”
He flashed me a grin. “It’s something on your list.”
That didn’t narrow it down and even Dean laughed. “He’s going to need a bigger hint than that to guess.”
Since he was right, I could only shrug.
“Clean cutie and then we’ll see.” Master Tate liked teasing even more than regular Tate did.
I wasn’t sure if pouting would get me what I wanted or not, but luckily, Master Dean was just as curious as I was. “How far down his list?”
Oh, good question.
Master Tate laughed again as he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. “I have no idea. My memory doesn’t work that way.”
Didn’t all memories work the same?
I was going to ask, but he distracted me by peeling off my undies as we got to the bathroom. “You look so fucking cute with your dirty undies, little slut.”
Communication was incredible.
“I’d leave them on you for a while, but I want you to be able to relax completely and not think about anything else but me and your submission.” Tate’s sexy words had my brain whirling as he leaned down and dug under the sink for a washcloth. “I don’t want dirty undies or a sticky little cutie to distract you.”
He wanted to have all my attention.
“Yes, Master.” I leaned back into his chest as he straightened and waited patiently while he got the washcloth damp.
Completely relaxed.
Not thinking about anything else.
Just focused on him and my submission.
“Does your plan involve subspace, Master?” That was the only thing that made sense and I knew I was right when Tate gave a naughty chuckle as he brought the cloth to clean up my mess.
“I hope so, but I realize that’s not always possible.” Tate shrugged as he softly wiped around my cock. “So we’re just going to relax, and explore something new, and see what happens.”
“I like exploring.” And I liked getting cleaned too. “I want to be the one getting washed next time. I like this.”
Tate chuckled, kissing my neck as he finished getting the cum off me. “How about we run you a bath later and wash you that way?”
That was a wonderful idea.
“Then I don’t have to share the shower and I still get all the attention.” I wouldn’t end up with bruises either. “Can I have bubbles?”
He gave a teasing scoff and rolled his eyes as he looked at me in the mirror. “I wouldn’t have bought you the bubble bath for Christmas if I didn’t want you to use it.”
“Yay.” It was going to be perfect. “And we don’t have to wait for bedtime because other people get clean different times of the day and being in a relationship changes bathing rules too. My mother made sure I knew that.”
Tate nodded, kissing the side of my head. “I’m glad. You’re going to have to tell me later all the stuff she made sure you knew. My parents were not as thorough as yours.”
Ah, that explained a few things.
“Okay.” I didn’t mind educating him…especially if it got me more orgasms. “I like telling you what to do, so it’s not a problem.”
Chapter 10
Dean
“I like telling you what to do, so it’s not a problem.”
Joel’s ridiculous response had Tate growling. Just hearing them flirt and tease made me hard, but that sound was amazing, and whatever Tate did next to make Joel giggle made it even worse.
“Brat.” Something about Tate’s sexy voice made me picture him nibbling on Joel’s neck. “We’ll see who’s going to be giving the orders.”
Tate.
There was no doubt in my mind about that.
I might get there eventually, but it came naturally to him. Tate didn’t even have to think about it. He just took in what was happening and started giving orders.
Thinking back, that might’ve been the reason it’d been hard for him to live with Joel the first semester. Joel hadn’t given Tate anything to work with and he had no idea what to do with the shy introvert we were sharing a room with.