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)
“Um, my family is still living in like the eighties or something.” Dean shrugged, not really worried about it. “They mean well, but they’re not incredible when it comes to mental health stuff. I have a cousin who went to marriage counseling with his wife and the whole family treated it like they were dying of cancer instead of arguing how to divide up chores.”
That was…interesting? Concerning?
Nothing good at the very least.
“How did you feel about that?” It wasn’t the question I thought I’d be asking after I’d come, but it seemed to be the right one based on the approving sound Tate made.
Dean was quiet and then shrugged. “Um, well I couldn’t figure out why dividing up the chores was so hard, and I’m pretty sure it’s some kind of way of fighting about something without fighting about the real issue?”
He took a breath and paused again. “We’ve never done that and I know you haven’t been my like dates or something, but you’re the closest thing I have to healthy relationships, and I think we’d do better than that.”
So he probably couldn’t figure out why we’d need therapy no matter what got frustrating.
Every time I started thinking that my family might be kind of strange, someone else proved I was wrong.
“I agree. We’re not going to argue about chores or anything silly just to cover up nonsense.” We were all too busy for that, and in my spare time I wanted sex, not stupidity. “But if something is bothering us outside of the haven’t had enough orgasms realm then we’ll find a therapist once we figure out how to explain our relationship.”
I didn’t think anyone would believe us if we were claiming to be friends who were trying to work out a hypothetical situation about sex.
Tate snickered, probably thinking the same thing. “There’s a couple of counselors in the area that are in the kink community. I heard one of the neighbors talking about it.”
They were all so helpful…slightly standoffish, but helpful.
“Then we have a plan and we know what we’re going to do if we run into trouble.” Yes, we were making progress just in an unexpected direction. “And we all understand my bottom is for happy heat and we talk through problems. If anyone needs corrective help, we’ll come up with a good plan to work on modifying their behavior.”
Dean didn’t like being frowned at, so I wasn’t worried about him, and Tate had learned to keep his dirty clothes off the floor, so he was fine too.
Glancing between my slightly distracted Doms, I decided it was time to shift us back to a naughtier discussion. I was glad we could have necessary ones too, but I was ready to help Tate orgasm. “Any questions? I want to make sure we have everyone’s heads clear when Tate decides he’s ready to get his orgasm.”
Tate scoffed. “Because you already had yours.”
“It’s not my fault you’re both so sexy.” Nope. It was Dean’s since he’d been being so sexy and fucking my mouth like he was going to climb inside of me. “And Master Dean was even rubbing your back. I could feel him touching you. I love seeing him touch you.”
Yep, they’d done it to me.
Dean was trying to look serious but I could see how much he liked it. “So many excuses but you’re still naughty.”
Yep, but that wasn’t the answer I was supposed to give in my current situation.
“You were kissing me so good, Master Dean.” Giving him my best wide eyes and pout, I rocked my ass against Tate’s cock and reached out to pet Master Dean’s chest. “Thank you for my kisses.”
He glared at me and nearly growled. “You’re fucking with me.”
Possibly.
“Huh?” Yes, playing dumb was a very important skill for a sub to learn. I was going to have to thank my internet people for their suggestions. “I’m still a virgin unless we count the shower and I don’t think anyone would.”
For some reason, everyone thought another penis had to be involved for me to have lost my virginity and it really wasn’t worth arguing about.
Dean huffed, but Tate was nearly shaking with barely suppressed laughter and was definitely giving the game away. It was time for a distraction, so I turned my head to look back at Tate. “Master Tate? I’m sorry I came before you got a turn.”
Perfect.
Dean groaned, but Tate tightened his grip on me as I turned to face him and looked like a Dom out of a dirty book. “I think we can fix that, as long as you’re willing to be a good boy and try something for me.”
Oh.
“Try what?” If he wouldn’t spank me, what did he want to do? “I can be a very good boy.”
Under the right circumstances.
Tate’s hands stroked over my body, almost tickling me as he softly caressed every inch he could reach, so I had high hopes. “Well, part of being a good boy is being able to explore something new even if it means explaining later that it didn’t really do anything for you.”