Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Mentioning the shower again got his brain running in a whole different direction. He stroked his hands up my chest and gave me a silly, fake shy expression as he batted his eyelashes at me. “A good sub would probably wait to ask the Dom if he wanted help with his clothes. He wouldn’t just start unbuttoning his shirt, would he?”
I managed not to laugh as the sexy beast of a man played the simpering sub, but it was painfully hard. “A good sub is honest and lets the Dom know what he wants. Do you have a question for me?”
Softly giggling, he nodded as the act faded in a flash. “I haven’t seen you naked yet and I haven’t gotten to touch you and I haven’t gotten to see how soaked your underwear is and I’m dying over here while you look professional and calm.”
Nervous Bishop was sweet and shy…confident Bishop was full of teasing and sass.
I liked it.
And I liked him.
I also liked fucking with him. “I didn’t hear a question in there.”
Groaning, he let his head fall back and talked to the ceiling. “He’s trying to kill me.”
Nope. I was just looking for another excuse to punish that sexy ass.
“I’m sure I could find an interesting way to punish a cheeky sub if I needed to.” My dry tone and vague threat had him going still before straightening his head and studying me.
I just waited as he swallowed and inched closer. “We haven’t talked about punishments.”
“Then maybe I should put that on the top of my list.” That didn’t seem to scare him at all. It made him even bolder. His fingers teased around the top button of my shirt and gave me a soft, submissive look that was just sincere enough to look real.
When he raised his eyebrow questioningly, I gave a faint nod. He carefully began opening my shirt, working his way down as he licked his lips. “What kind of list do you have?”
I couldn’t tell if he was teasing and leading me somewhere or honestly curious, but I answered him truthfully. “I want to talk to you about limits and fantasies and expectations and definitely punishments. I plan on starting first thing tomorrow over breakfast, so don’t expect to leave early.”
His lips quirked faintly, showing that he liked that idea, but he was still intently focused on carefully stripping me, even going so far as to loosen my belt so he could pull out my shirt tails. “Well, this is probably the point where I should tell you I don’t have any plans for tomorrow.”
That was definitely moving us in the right direction.
“Then I’m definitely going to take my time.” And rework some meetings.
It looked like my days of working seven days a week were probably over.
“You said that was our plan for tomorrow, but what was our plan for tonight, Sir?” Something about the discussion or just the way he was easing my shirt down my arms had his submission coming back to the surface and his tone softened.
“You’re going to take your time cleaning me before I get you all scrubbed, and when I’m all done with you, we’re going to go to bed.” Nodding toward the laundry basket as he took the shirt in his hands, I let him sink deeper into that side of himself. “If you’re a very good sub and cuddle me all night, I might let you come again in the morning.”
His body went boneless for a moment before he straightened and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I can do that.”
“Good pup.” Giving him a soft kiss on the forehead, I looked down and gave him an expectant expression to let him know he needed to finish his job.
As he set back to work with his intent focus, I cupped his face and caressed his cheek with my thumb. A shiver raced through him as I spoke, teasing his curiosity again. “Now I just have one more thing to decide.”
He managed not to ask for about twenty seconds, which had probably seemed like an eternity to the inquisitive sub. “What kind of decision, Sir?”
Tracing my thumb over his lips, I smiled as he moaned softly. “If I’m going to let you be the big spoon or the little spoon.”
I was expecting a smile or maybe even a teasing response, but he nearly melted again. “You’d let me be the big spoon?”
Nodding, I moved my hand to the back of his head and kissed him softly. “There’s no place for domination or submission when it comes to spoons, pup.”
I didn’t know what kind of morons he’d dated, but there were too many fascinating sides to Bishop to ever label him as just a little spoon…and I was going to enjoy getting to know every inch and aspect of my new…