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)
Hmm. I liked the way my boy was thinking.
“That’s a very good idea.” And he could spend the night getting silly and drunk and fantasizing about everything we were doing. Then we’d all be having fun. “Do you want to help me pick out how I’ll make it up to him?”
Ian’s whine was somewhere between embarrassed and needy, so I took that as a yes.
“Should I go down on him and give him a long blow job where he fucks my face at the end?” I tried to make it sound so reasonable he couldn’t get nervous, but his squeak had me questioning how well I’d accomplished it. “Oh, maybe I should ask him to test out the flogger on me?”
Ian shook his head as soon as I finished the sentence. “Not without me.”
That was a confident response…he was so cute.
And he seemed to go right into shock as soon as he realized what he’d said. “Oh.”
I was doing my best not to laugh even though it was sexy as fuck, so it took me a second to answer him honestly and like I was taking it seriously. “I think that’s a very reasonable limit, cutie. Thank you for letting me know how you feel.”
Ian was very quiet and utterly still for several long seconds. “That was okay?”
“That was more than okay, cutie.” Kissing his head, I did my best to let him hear how serious I was. “You told me what you thought would be a good idea—my going over to see Cohen tomorrow. Then you gave me your limits when I asked you for input. I’m very proud of you, and I think having the flogging as something we do together would be a good limit.”
He took a breath then gave me a confusing shrug. “I…maybe just your first time with it? Then we could see how we felt after that?”
“That’s a wonderful idea.” He’d been doing some thinking about limits. “Right now, we’ll say that my first flogging will be something we do together. Then after the scene, we’ll talk about how we’re going to adjust our limits. Cohen is going to be so proud of us.”
Ian giggled as the tension in him faded. “He’d be even prouder if we’d made it into a list first.”
Laughing, I hugged him tight. “God, he’d have loved that.”
He snuggled tighter into me as he snickered, the stress in Ian seeming to have faded as he rubbed his face against my chest and made a happy sigh. “Thank you for coming over tonight, Daddy. I was…sad isn’t the right word, but I was something when I wasn’t sure if I would see you tonight. I want my friends over tomorrow, but I like being with you and Cohen.”
My sweet boy.
Kissing his head again, I caressed up his back until my hand was resting on his neck, just hinting at the control I could give him as I figured out the best plan. “We’re going to say that unless we specifically decide otherwise, for the time being, I’ll be here to at least visit every other night. The only exceptions will be things like your sleepover and nights that Cohen has a late meeting or some work project he’s obsessing over.”
That got a giggle from Ian and the faintest nod, so I tightened my hold on his neck and relaxed as he went even more melty and submissive against me. “You have your sleepover tomorrow, so plan on seeing me Sunday night no matter what else we decide to do. But I’m pretty sure Cohen is going to figure out a way to have us both over at his house on Sunday. He’s sneaky like that.”
And his big bed was wonderfully shareable.
Ian tried to laugh again, but higher functions like humor seemed to have melted as soon as I’d pinned him to me. A breathy chuckle was all that escaped as his hips rocked to push his erection against me. “Yes…he’s…Daddy…”
Cohen wasn’t Daddy, so I assumed there were a few other words that didn’t quite make it out of his very kissable mouth. But that was okay. I was pretty sure the talking part of the evening was quickly coming to a close.
Chapter 21
Ian
That sentence was supposed to have had more words, but Daddy was making it impossible to think. Something about his hand on my neck gave me mush brain and the words were too floaty to catch.
“I’m Daddy, cutie.” His barely suppressed laughter had my cheeks heating, but it wasn’t enough embarrassment to make me do something stupid like pull away. “I think I’m going to have to help you remember that.”
Oh, I wasn’t sure if I liked the sound of that or not…well, my brain wasn’t sure but my dick nearly jumped out of my pants, he approved so much. All my mouth managed to do was whine, but Daddy squeezed my neck again, so I knew he wasn’t disappointed.