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)
Glancing between us, his brain jumped again. “And I’m fine with you showing my penis because it’s cute and I need an appropriately sized cage to make it even cuter.”
Wow.
Tate’s brain was really good at keeping up, though. “What about orgasms? Am I allowed to tell him we’re trying to make you look tiny? Am I allowed to use non-traditional words for your body parts? What about spankings?”
For fuck’s sake.
How did they do this so quickly?
“Am I allowed to ask what his designation is? Is he just into toys or is he a Dom or a sub?” Joel frowned but it was more thoughtful than frustrated. “Would that be impolite to ask?”
“No.” Tate seemed very sure of that. “He’s open about his sexuality. He’s in a serious relationship with another guy. He’s into toys and the lifestyle. I think he’s a switch, but he mostly just likes to tease and fuck with his customers.”
They knew the weirdest people.
And I was never going to get tired of pointing that out.
“I like orgasms. That’s fine.” Joel said it like he was listing off dinner ideas that he liked and even started counting things he needed to remember on his fingers. “And I think I look cute messy. I like the words we’ve used for body parts so far. Oh, and I think I’m going to keep spankings between us for the time being.”
Frowning down at his fingers, Joel sighed. “I’m missing something.”
“Um, calling you little.” I glanced down at his lap. “Down…your penis, I mean.”
As I gave myself a talk about using the right words for body parts, Joel perked up and gave me another manipulative kiss that I liked too much to call him out on. “You remembered. I was worried that you were too worried to be keeping track of the conversation.”
That was actually a reasonable fear.
“No, I’m not zoning out or getting overwhelmed.” Not yet anyway. “And…and I’ll do my best to tell you if we get to that point.”
Joel’s cute pat to my head was the nicest bullshit call anyone had ever given me. “Yes, you try.”
Yep, he didn’t believe me at all and Tate’s snicker said he was in agreement…and that he thought we were cute.
They were both brats.
“Yes, I’m good with the words and descriptions we’ve been using for my penis. I’m going to vote for those being alright with Tate’s interesting acquaintance as long as he understands were being happily humiliating and not the mean kind.” Joel shrugged. “He needs to understand our goals if he’s going to be helpful, no matter if he plays along.”
That was a good point, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t worry about it.
“What…what about him touching you?” When they both looked at me and cocked their heads, I knew I had to explain what I meant. “If he…I don’t know how cages work, but if they’re like clothes, he might need to measure you to see if stuff fits right.”
I hadn’t thought that was stupid but I felt a lot better when they both ended up with light-bulb-over-their-head expressions.
Joel was bouncing his head from side to side, obviously trying to look adorable as he thought about it, but he was thinking about it.
Tate was more subtle but his eyes were shifting between the two of us. “How do you feel about that?”
Shit.
“Um, I haven’t thought about that enough to be honest. It was the first worry that popped into my head that seemed rational.” I’d done a pretty good job of keeping the irrational ones under control. “I’m not sure? Is that an answer?”
It didn’t seem like one, but they both nodded.
“Of course.” Joel gave me another kiss, one that wasn’t quite so manipulative. “You figured out a question but we might need time to answer it.”
Okay, that was good.
“What are you guys feeling?” They were never feeling the same things I was, so I wasn’t surprised when they started trading weird looks again. “Honest. What were your first thoughts?”
I was a worrier but I wasn’t stupid.
“I have to admit that part of it sounds sexy as long as I’m in control.” Tate shrugged as Joel giggled. “Yeah, it’s the control thing for me with that one and it being someone I know. I’m not dragging Joel to a sketchy bar where everyone’s going to want to grab his dick, but in a more private setting that I control…I can see being okay with that.”
Joel was trying to look too cute to be that innocent, so I just raised one eyebrow and tried to channel Tate. “And you? You’re too naughty to be completely against it.”
And that got more wicked giggles from him.
“As long as you and Tate are in charge and it’s not my fault.” He raised his hands in a very what can I do kind of way. “I like the idea of turning you guys on, but I think that’s where the fun would come into it for me.”