Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“We can talk about that when I figure out how to add it to a limits list.” Because I’d never seen that on one before.
“You’re so sweet to me.” Emerson’s pleased, nearly romantic reaction didn’t match the discussion, but it somehow fit for him, so I just smiled.
“Thank you, pretty one, but we’re going to keep you safe.” Research was going to be important here.
Did knotting dildos come with instruction manuals?
There were YouTube videos for everything, right?
Refusing to get distracted by the tangent, I tried to get us back on track. That was harder than it should’ve been though because his legs were distracting, and I couldn’t help wondering what he thought a sissy blow-up doll would look like.
“Do you have any words you don’t want to call me or that you don’t want me to call myself?” Emerson cocked his head curiously as he shifted his sexy legs. “I should’ve thought about asking that question first. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be.” Hell, I hadn’t thought of asking it either so I couldn’t blame him. “We’re talking now, and we haven’t offended each other, so we’re not going to worry.”
There were still a lot of other things to obsess over, but that wasn’t going to be one of them.
Emerson smiled sweetly like he thought I was so cute. “Thank you, Sir.”
The Sir was my reward for being so sweet in his eyes, but I wasn’t sure what to say to it. No one had ever looked at me and said “oh, there’s a really sweet guy.” Even learning I sewed shit for a living never helped. That’d always just got me lumped in with creative types and then they saw me as potentially insane as well as big and a bit growly-looking.
“You’re welcome, pretty one.” That had a shiver race through him and his smile softened again, so of course, it made me want to pull him onto my lap and do dirty things to him.
But we had more to discuss.
No distractions yet.
But his legs…
“Are those full stockings or—” I didn’t even get the full question out before Emerson giggled and extended one leg, inching up the perfectly fitting skirt. “Thigh highs.”
I loved thigh highs.
Making a mental note to get a few pairs for the shoot on Friday, I nodded slowly and tried to figure out what we’d been talking about. “They look very nice.”
The simple compliment had him melting again. “You’re the sweetest Owner ever.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but I wasn’t going to argue when he was so happy and so fucking sexy.
“But we were…” What had I been going to say?
Fuck.
Emerson giggled, but it quickly shifted back to his sexy professional expression. “We were discussing body words and terms of endearment in different situations.”
Hmm.
I wasn’t sure I’d have called them terms of endearment, but it wasn’t exactly wrong. “Yes.”
Now what?
I swear. The man just had to walk into a room to scramble my brains.
Focusing on the topic at hand, I did my best to ignore the teasing grin that kept trying to pop out of my sweet doll. “Just to make sure I understand what you’re saying, aside from just offensive shit in general, you don’t have any words that you find distasteful, but they need to match the scene and make sense at the moment.”
He nodded, now wearing a pleased expression. “Yes, Owner.”
“You also understand that safewords are not just for scenes where you’re my doll but other times where we might be intimate or in everyday life.” I knew I wasn’t the first Dom he was exploring BDSM with, but I wanted to make sure we were both on the same page about the basics before we went any further.
Emerson jerked his head decisively as his professional expression came back. “And you understand that safewords aren’t just for subs and dolls, but Owners and Doms as well?”
He didn’t even wait for my agreement before he continued. “Because I think I might be more comfortable with fun words and being your doll than you are.”
Way to politely call your Owner a wuss.
Before I could figure out how to respond, he charged back in again, fearless and sexy as he tried to look sweet and gentle. “Would you like to explain some of that now, or should it wait for another time?”
And he’d given me an out too.
This was not how I’d expected the conversation to go.
Ignoring that there hadn’t been any shocked gasps or questions about my mental stability yet, I tried to sound logical and relaxed.
Emerson was so professional, it was the least I could do.
“It took me a while to figure out what I liked and what turned me on.” I shrugged, not as uncomfortable anymore as Emerson seemed to think…but that was mostly because of him, so I couldn’t brag. “I’ve never fit neatly in a box so that made it more difficult.”