Our Love – The Story Read Online M.A. Innes

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Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
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He was so cute.

“Yes, Sir.” Eventually, I’d have to get up and get water. He was right about that, but I was pretty sure there was room for negotiating about the timing of that event. “Will you cuddle me, Sir? That was…I’m wonderfully achy.”

I didn’t want him to worry, but I did want cuddles and a nap.

And maybe a snack?

Had they eaten dinner yet?

I almost asked, but another yawn escaped, giving Daddy enough time to distract me. Kissing my head, he nuzzled against me and I could hear a smile in his voice. “You were so beautiful. You were making the sweetest sounds and your cock was so hard.”

I wasn’t sure either of those things qualified me for looking beautiful but I did my best not to argue with him as I blushed. “Thank you, Daddy. It was just as perfect as I imagined.”

Cohen laughed quietly, pressing his face against my head to try and muffle the sound. “You two are so cute.”

We were ridiculous, but then again, so was he.

“What other mysterious toys do you have hiding around here?” My question had Daddy laughing and I felt him nod against my head.

“That’s a very good question. He made it sound like he found that thing on some kind of dirty late-night home shopping channel.” Daddy got that sentence out like it was perfectly reasonable, but it just made Cohen snicker even more.

They were ridiculous.

But they were my ridiculous Doms.

Even though I wasn’t sure they realized that yet.

“We need to find that channel but only when I’m drunk.” Sober me could not handle that. “I’m only not dead right now because I’m still really floaty and good. That’s a fabulous workout.”

Could I get Daddy-level muscles from being flogged?

The gym wasn’t fun, but if it involved being tied up and flogged, I might change my mind.

“How are you feeling?” Cohen kissed my head as his hands started gently massaging my shoulder and down my arm. “How are your arms? We need to get a bench or something else to restrain you so we don’t strain your arms next time.”

Next time?

Wait. A bench?

Were we going shopping for sex dungeon furniture?

There was no way I could ask that even in my happy, floaty brain time, so I just nodded. Thankfully, Daddy picked up the conversation. “Like BDSM furniture? Do we have to order that online?”

I could’ve answered that question, but Cohen’s brain was working faster. “I don’t know, but I’m sure Eli could tell us if there’s anyone local.”

Ugh.

Should I confess I knew about someone kind of local or let him talk to Eli and have everyone know our business? It was a tough call. Both would be embarrassing. Fuck it. “I know a guy. Well, I know of a guy. We don’t have to call Eli.”

Please let us not call Eli?

Daddy’s bark of laughter said he’d read my mind. “I’m voting for not calling Eli unless we have to. Not because I’m ashamed of us or anything, but I honestly don’t know where that conversation would lead.”

Nowhere good.

That conversation would lead nowhere good…and nowhere reasonable either.

Cohen chuckled and I felt him shaking his head. “You two…alright, we’ll see what Ian comes up with unless he gets too embarrassed to actually talk about it. Then I reserve the right to play the Dom card and talk to Eli.”

Ugh.

“Is there a Daddy card no one has told me about?” Daddy’s huffy tone had me trying not to giggle. “I was not given my card. I feel like I’ve been shortchanged here.”

He was so funny when his sub side would peek out. But the silly conversation brought my mind back to the look on Daddy’s face when he talked about seeing me getting flogged and I knew he was waiting for his turn.

But was I going to get to see it?

I hadn’t seen his pup yet, but I wasn’t sure if that was because he didn’t want me to see his submissive side or if I was just overthinking it?

I didn’t want to think.

I wanted to cuddle and nap and then whine for Daddy to make me pancakes, but I had a feeling my brain wasn’t going to let me.

Fucking brains were so annoying…now I wasn’t floaty anymore…and damn it, I was thirsty.

Chapter 17

Cohen

Ian’s body language was entirely too grumbly for someone who’d just been flogged to an orgasm. I wasn’t sure where his mind had jumped to, but as I kissed the back of his head, I knew we were going to fix it. First step…I had to make him calm down again, so I started massaging his lower back and working my way down his ass.

That was better.

Ian let out a soft, nearly inaudible groan, and his body melted into Bishop again. The now-relaxed boy’s Daddy looked relieved and magically less stressed than he had just seconds before. They both just needed to sink back into the right headspace.


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