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)
“You make him very happy and you make me happy too.” Making long strokes over his back, I tried to ignore the way his body was stretching and the rocking was slowly coming back. He just couldn’t help himself, but it wasn’t the frantic humping like before.
“I like making you happy and I liked my snack earlier and I…I liked you getting my cage and cuddling me and playing with me.” Joel moaned softly, stretching out the sound like it was just a deep exhale. “I like cuddling, D…Dean.”
“I like giving you cuddles, baby.” Making my touch slightly firmer, I kept up the long strokes and kneaded his cheek when I got to the end of his bottom. “I liked cuddling you for nap time and taking care of you in the car.”
I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what we were doing with that part of our exploration but I liked it, and it didn’t give me a heart attack to admit it. The slow, rhythmic thrusts Tate was making might’ve given me a heart attack if I was in Joel’s place, but thankfully, I wasn’t.
Joel didn’t seem to find it frustrating even though it made me want to pull my hair out just imagining how crazy it felt. But as the session stretched out and Tate kept fucking him with the toy, Joel kept making quiet sexy sounds and clenching around it. The closest thing he got to complaining was a whine when I didn’t squeeze his bottom one time.
Tate almost laughed and just rolled his eyes instead, but he kept up his torture and I made up for it on the next pass. Joel’s happy sounds returned and he even gave a wiggle that must’ve shifted the toy just right because his entire body tensed before going boneless. “Oh…that…I…”
Whatever it was seemed to have killed a few brain cells, but Tate approved because he shifted his hand and managed to do it again. Joel lit up like a pinball machine before he sucked in a breath and shook. It wasn’t an orgasm but it was something fabulous judging by the sounds he made.
Tate was having the time of his life just forcing the pleasure through Joel. He lit up every time Joel gasped and groaned, but he got a wicked, almost greedy look as he finally pressed on the button at the base of the toy.
And the pinball machine was back.
Joel gasped and it looked like lightning fired through his body. His muscles clenched and his ass clamped down on the toy as he cried out loud enough that half the building must’ve heard him. He sounded like his orgasm was almost painful and it just kept going until Tate eased the toy back and out of his body.
When the toy was finally silent, Joel went boneless and didn’t seem to breathe for several long moments. I was almost at the point where worrying sounded very logical, when he made a soft sigh and I could see his chest rising and falling again.
Subspace?
Exhaustion?
Drama.
“I’m so smart.” Joel’s voice sounded rough but he was incredibly pleased with himself. “First…first experiment was a success.”
He was such a brat.
“Thank you for making me so special.”
But he was a cute brat…and I didn’t care if he was manipulating me or not.
Chapter 23
Tate
“I think he’s manipulating me but I can’t tell why.” Dean looked like the sentence was painful to admit, but I wanted to smile as I watched him cross his arms over his chest and glare. “He said he can’t make dinner because he’s too cute, and somehow I ended up promising to make him more chicken nuggets for dinner.”
Good Doms didn’t laugh when their partners were frustrated.
Good Doms didn’t laugh when their partners were manipulating each other.
Good Doms didn’t laugh when their partners were playing stupid.
“Okay, I’ll make dinner later if you want, and if he’s being a pain in the butt, maybe it’s time to give his butt some pain.” Joel would be the type of sub to try to brat his way into a spanking just because he thought it was the best plan. I didn’t think that was his goal with Dean, but he’d like the outcome anyway.
Dean went still and his face got serious. “Is that what you think he wants?”
Oh, had he actually been processing everything instead of hiding from it?
“No.” I wasn’t going to lie even if I wasn’t sure I was going to lay everything out for him. “What do you think he wants?”
Our weekend had gone great, but once classes started back up again and the real world crept back in, we were falling back into old patterns. It wasn’t surprising, but I wasn’t sure how to fix it either.
“I…” Swallowing, his gaze started bouncing all over the kitchen and he shifted back and forth. “I’m not sure the signals he’s trying to send.”