Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I was not going to encourage him to gossip.
I was not going to encourage him to gossip.
The chatty drama queen was going to be the death of my patience one day.
“You have a point about Ian, not his oversharing coworkers.” Bishop’s giggle had me rolling my eyes, even though I wanted to smile at him. “I just don’t understand how much everyone seems to share with you.”
People vomited out secrets whenever he walked into a room…me included.
He gave me a cheeky grin as he shrugged. “It’s magic.”
It was something all right.
“Back to the topic at hand.” Bishop’s sudden coughing fit had me glaring at him and making it even harder for him to catch his breath. “Brat. Alright. Ian.”
Shaking my head, I ignored the giggling pup in front of me and stayed on topic.
His boy.
“From the fantasies he checked off, he seems to like the idea of a funishment. What if you do a scene with a spanking and set it up that he’s been cheeky?” What else… “You could also do something with a toy, like, say, a flogger. I could show you how to use one.”
I wasn’t sure they should start with anything stronger, but I could see it being a perfect scene.
“You could set up a fun scene by explaining why he’d been naughty and even find a way to bring me into the conversation?” Bishop was good at bringing Ian into the fantasies and scenes we’d explored, and I knew he’d been doing it with Ian as well. “That would play into his voyeuristic fantasies and hit several hot buttons at once.”
I had a feeling just being bent over Bishop’s lap would have Ian nearly orgasming. The humiliation aspect of it would be right up the naughty boy’s alley.
“Oh.” Bishop’s eyes widened and he radiated dirty excitement. “We could do it together. You could flog him and that would really play into the voyeurism thing. I could…I don’t know…edge him? Tease him verbally at the very least.”
Together?
He was so excited I knew it was a sincere desire and not just telling me something he thought I wanted to hear, but…
“Would it make you disappointed later to know that I’d been included in your first scene of this nature?” Their first time together when Ian had been little had been just the two of them, but maybe that wasn’t the same thing since I hadn’t been dating Ian at that point?
Bishop went still, rolling the idea in his head as he studied my face. When he finally started nuzzling my hand again in an unconscious gesture, I knew he’d come to some kind of decision.
“No.”
That was it.
Fucking hell.
“I’m going to need more from you.” It was my turn to stare at him. “A lot more.”
That seemed to surprise him, but he slowly nodded. “Alright. Um, no, it wouldn’t make me disappointed later?”
Nope.
Raising one eyebrow, I sat back and folded my arms across my chest. I was not going to reward this insanity by rubbing his head.
He got rubbies when I got answers.
It took him a few seconds to realize why I was frustrated, but then he got that light bulb face again. “Oh, yes, more words. Um, let’s try this again. I like the idea of you being there for our firsts. I think it makes them more special, not less. I just hadn’t really thought about it that way.”
He shrugged as a sheepish expression took over his face. “Mostly because my relationships usually explode before they get to this part. Wesley thought you might need to know that part.”
Wesley was smart.
I knew he hadn’t been intimate with that many partners, but I hadn’t realized the lack of intimacy extended into regular dating kind of things.
“When you think about first kisses and firsts like the first time you spank Ian, you don’t imagine them as being just the two of you?” I wanted this all lined out nice and neat so there were no issues later. He wasn’t coming up to me in ten years to complain that I’d never let him and Ian do anything alone.
When his mouth quickly opened, I shook my head. “No. You have to think about this because there are some things you can’t undo.”
He froze then whispered dramatically like we were hiding from the bad guys. “Can I ask you a question first?”
Drama queen.
“Yes.” Laughing at his theatrics would’ve been the wrong way to handle it, but the twinkle in his eyes said he knew I was struggling.
Brat.
“I want to look at this a different way before I answer your question. Would you be upset if we didn’t have those firsts on our own? Just the two of us, I mean.” He waited, probably giving me a taste of my own medicine, but at least he didn’t smirk as I thought about it.