Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Dante’s chest jerked but he managed not to laugh out loud. “There’s also nothing wrong if we discussed limits and you said that you didn’t want to do anything tonight. There’s also nothing wrong with discussing limits and then finding a fun way to make you come. It’s our second date, not our first, so no guilt about rushing.”
He had a few screws loose somewhere…but it seemed I liked that in a man.
“I know there’s nothing wrong with not rushing.” I just didn’t always explain that right. “We’ve known each other a while now, so there’s nothing about rushing I need to worry about.”
Especially because my inner attention whore was ready to do very grown-up things.
Dante scoffed. “There would also be nothing to worry about if we met at a club tonight and we came back to your place to have fun. Yes, I know that not everyone does that for a variety of reasons—I don’t like having sex or sleeping with people I don’t know well, for one—but it’s not something that anyone has to feel guilty about.”
I hadn’t dated much in college because confused had been my middle name, so I couldn’t relate to the pick-a-guy-up-in-a-club thing, but I knew he had a good point.
“We just have to do what feels right to us and what makes us feel good. Not just horny good but actually good.” God, someone needed to just shoot me.
“That’s right.” Sounding actually pleased, Dante kissed my head again. “And what makes me feel good is finding a partner who I understand really well and who responds to me clearly and who submits very sweetly. I’m a caretaker Dom, and to me, fighting with you to understand what you need would be very stressful.”
“I don’t need that.” I was just a pain in the butt. “It just…it just might take me a while to stop worrying.”
Because I’d had a lot of practice.
My first response seemed to be to change the subject until I knew what the guy I was talking to was into…and that was really unhealthy and unhelpful.
Ugh. I had to be the biggest pain in the butt to date.
“I’ll be patient with that as long as you do your best not to avoid conversations. I don’t want to have to discuss punishments because you won’t tell me your limits.” He said it very rationally, but it sounded insane when he laid it out like that.
“I’ll do my best.” Because our current conversational path was not going in a happy, sexy second date kind of way.
It was definitely a my sub’s been kind of naughty and needs a discussion second date.
“At least I didn’t let it go on all night?” Hoping for a reward of some sort, I thought it was a good sign when he chuckled. “I admitted what I’d done wrong and I apologized? You didn’t even have to torture me long to help me figure it out.”
I wasn’t sure keeping my fingers crossed would help fix the situation, but I was willing to try anything…even have the stupid limits discussion.
Chapter 8
Dante
“Torture, huh? I thought it was a very sweet method of letting you know I didn’t like your behavior.” My adorable drama queen couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to pout or huff and stomp his foot in frustration.
He seemed to be weighing his options and leaning toward looking cute and helpless, and I had to admit, it was working. It was also only our second date and I wasn’t going to be too hard on him since it hadn’t taken too much to get him to see the error of his ways.
Of course, it’d taken longer than I thought it should have, but Ruslan seemed to have an incredible ability to tune out anything he didn’t want to see…including his own bad behavior.
Luckily for him, though, he had an amazing Dom and Daddy.
“It was torture, Daddy.” That seemed to have slipped out without him realizing it because he didn’t sound little. “Every time I wanted more, you’d stop. It was so frustrating.”
I shrugged, not willing to concede to the torture label. “So, what should I have done with a naughty sub who didn’t want to safeword or have the important discussion that was very needed?”
We couldn’t do anything until I knew what his limits were.
Period.
“Come here.” Kissing the side of his head, I led him over to the couch while he did his best to stay in his hiding place. “On my lap.”
He came to me too easily for there to be a limits issue, but I listened for a safeword as he settled into me. “I like cuddling.”
Now I could hear the little creeping into his voice.
“I do too.” His new position draped across my lap with his bottom on the couch cushion made it easier to kiss his forehead even though he was still trying to hide. “No matter if we’re talking about behavior or a misunderstanding, I will always like cuddling.”