Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
There were so many ways this could go wrong.
“But this…” I took a breath and tried again as he looked up at me with worried eyes. “What if he’s uncomfortable, pup? What if having me there ruins something for him?”
What if he didn’t like the way Bishop reacted to me?
What if he got jealous?
What if he didn’t think I was good for Bishop?
What if he couldn’t handle the fact that his Daddy submitted to someone else?
What if he just didn’t like me?
Now it was Bishop’s turn to take a deep breath. As he let it out, he snuggled against my hand, closing his eyes. “Then I need to know that. I can’t…I like this part of myself and what I’ve learned so far, but I don’t think he’ll be too upset, Sir. I don’t know…I just…”
He was quiet for a moment before he peeked his eyes open and looked up at me. “I have to try?”
Somehow that answer wasn’t a surprise, but I didn’t like not knowing what would happen when we all sat down together for the first time.
How was I supposed to treat Ian?
What was I supposed to say?
“Then we’ll try.” Trying to look more confident for Bishop, I smiled. “He’s a nice guy and I’m sure he’d feel better about everything if we were adults and could talk things out.”
Nodding eagerly, my pup wiggled closer. “And…and I have my paperwork back. We’ve all kind of talked around it, but I want to make sure we're on the same page before we continue.”
I had a feeling all his talk of Ian needing to know he was serious wasn’t just about Ian.
“Yes, we need to come to a consensus on rules for things like condoms.” I knew that wasn’t the only topic my pup wanted to push us toward, but it was the easiest to address at the moment.
And it would be the easiest to address over dinner.
Dinner with my pup’s boy.
Maybe it was a good thing I only had a few hours to stew over this.
“So, what time are we meeting Ian? Oh, are we picking him up?” I thought making sure he could leave if he was uncomfortable would be a better idea, so I was glad when Bishop shook his head.
“He’ll meet us there.” Bishop cocked his head and I could see him turning the evening over in his mind. “How about six? Do you think we’ll need reservations?”
“It couldn’t hurt.” I kissed him gently, loving the way his warmth came through in every touch. “I do have a question for you, though.”
“What, Sir?” He nuzzled against my hand and looked wonderfully relaxed.
“I need to understand the…the dynamics you want to present when we go out tonight, pup.” His vague shrug said he knew what I was talking about, so I pressed the issue. “Am I your Dom tonight…your friend…the guy you’re dating? I don’t want to make any assumptions or make either of you uncomfortable.”
His face scrunched up and he sighed. “Um…”
I managed not to laugh, but it was close. “Start anywhere. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”
Nodding slowly, probably to take up time, he turned his head and kissed my hand before nuzzling me again. Oh yeah, someone was definitely working on distracting me. I stood my ground, though, and waited. Eventually, he huffed and shrugged again.
“Um, I’m not sure I would be a very convincing vanilla boyfriend around you?” My soft laughter had him giving me a flirty smile. It must’ve given him a boost of confidence because as he continued, the questioning tone faded. “I think we show what our regular dynamic is like. Teasing. Flirting. Whatever is normally us, and I’ll do my best to do the same thing with Ian?”
Now his hesitation was back.
“Yes.” Kissing his head, I wrapped my legs tighter around him. “I want to see your Daddy side come out. We just need to figure out the right dynamics to let you be his Daddy and my sub. We’ll figure it out.”
I just wasn’t sure how it would look.
How did other people in a relationship like this figure it out? I’d met a variety of people in poly groups over the years, and a few had switches. So other people had already figured this out. I didn’t need to reinvent the wheel; I just needed research.
Having a place to start settled some of my unease and I gave Bishop another soft kiss. “I just want you both to know that we’re going to get this wrong a few times before we get it right.”
My sweet pup looked up at me hopefully. “But we’ll get it right.”
I hoped so.
“Yes, it just might take some time.” Because I wasn’t sure what he was looking for or what was reasonable to aim for.
“We’ll get it worked out.” He sat up, throwing his arms around me. “Thank you.”