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)
“Even if all you need me to do is to help you list off all the places you need to update your address, I won’t complain.” As he groaned, closing his eyes and scrunching up his face, it became clear he’d just thought of that part.
“Oh, that’s going to…” Cutting himself off, he took a breath. “No, that’s a necessary evil to get to live with you and Ian.”
Opening his eyes, he gave me a wink. “Well, living close to you and Ian.”
Cheeky brat.
“Very close to Ian.” I frowned and shrugged, giving him a very good impression of a pouting Dom. “You’re very far away from me.”
He tried not to giggle as he attempted to look guilty and sad. “But it’s only ten minutes, Sir.”
It should’ve been closer to fifteen if he’d been following the speed limit, so we were going to talk about that at some point. But for the time being, I huffed. “Alright, just as long as you remember I get lots of your time as well.”
His lips barely curled up at the edges as he nodded. “And I think Ian will help me to remember that as well.”
As the laughter in his eyes faded, Bishop’s gaze turned hungry. “He was very focused on my making it up to you…he was worried about his Uncle Cohen.”
He was worried his Uncle Cohen wouldn’t get to come too…he was such a sweet boy.
“I’ll have to make sure I tell him all about how wonderfully thorough you were when you made it up to me.” That would be fun. “But for now, tell me again about our boy. He said the wraps were soft and made him feel trapped.”
Of course, I couldn’t do the word justice since I couldn’t shiver on demand or put a sexy quiver in my voice, but it’d been memorable.
Bishop made a quiet, excited sound. “He was so beautiful. He was nervous at first, but it was just like you said—as soon as his body was contained, his mind just floated.”
We’d spent several long afternoons during the week going over different ways that he could restrain Ian and the safety issues he’d need to look out for. His first more traditional BDSM scene with Ian had been fairly simple, but it would be something they’d both always remember, so he and I had wanted it to be perfect.
“Once he was relaxed and starting to drift, I laid him over my chest and it was like magic.” Bishop’s smile was a mix of tenderness and arousal, and I knew he was picturing Ian again even if he was looking up at me. “He rutted against me and made the sweetest sounds. He kissed all over me and would just rub his face against my muscles when I flexed them. Once he got into the right headspace, he wasn’t embarrassed or even second-guessing what he wanted.”
The relief in Bishop’s voice was audible, and I could feel his pride in Ian coursing through him. “He wasn’t even embarrassed when the scene was over, but I had to make him fucking pancakes.”
Bishop aimed the cutest frustrated expression at me. “You’ve spoiled him.”
So?
“I bet you made him delicious pancakes and snuggled up after?” My playing innocent had him huffing again, but he nodded.
“And I made sure he had lots of water and a shower.” The tender smile was back. “He was so cute this morning and was definitely not making any attempt to stay big.”
That made me grin. “Because that was easier than wondering what questions you were going to ask him.”
Laughing, Bishop nodded. “But I was a very understanding Daddy and let him relax. I’ll question him later.”
I bet he would.
So would I.
“And then we’ll make sure you get to tell him how good you were to me tonight.” Stroking my thumb over his lower lip, I let the mood shift. “If he was alone, I’d think about sending him a picture so he could see just how sexy you look right now.”
A shiver raced through the naughty pup as a wicked look flicked over his face. “We haven’t really talked about pictures, Sir.”
But he’d certainly thought about them…and so had I.
Shifting my ass forward, I ran my hand around my sexy pup’s head and pulled him down to me. As I rubbed his face over my bulge, I told myself to go slow and take my time. “I would’ve loved to have seen pictures of how pretty he looked all wrapped up and how sexy you both looked stretched out on the bed.”
Moaning against me, he let out a hot breath that caressed my dick through my clothes, which seemed to mean he was in complete agreement with me.
“He’d have looked incredible rubbing his face over your body and licking your muscles.” Ian had a constant hungry expression when he thought no one could see, so it didn’t surprise me that he’d taken to it like a duck to water.