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)
Clearly, people had given him flack for it.
“I don’t think it’s weird.” I stopped fighting the urge and gave in, kissing him quickly before settling back in position. “I think the sex is fun and easy people are just louder than the I need to wait people.”
I wasn’t always a sex-is-easy person, my inability to ask for what I wanted showed that, but Master made me feel comfortable in ways I wasn’t sure he understood.
“I like seeing it that way.” He kissed my cheek, making me blush for some reason. “And I like the kiss it got me.”
My face was so hot it hurt, but I did my best not to look away and hide. “I liked kissing you, Master, and I like knowing your boundaries.”
It was a vivid reminder about why limits conversations were important and having it so clearly illustrated made me want to pout.
“Then why do you look like you’re ready to sigh?” He was trying not to laugh, so I knew he wasn’t worried, but it didn’t help my embarrassment problem.
“Because it was a good reminder about why we need a longer limits conversation, but it also made me more relaxed because I knew what I could ask for before you’d tell me no.” Having to explain it didn’t make me any happier.
“It’s hard when Master is right, isn’t it?” He hit the nail on the head, finally chuckling when I nodded and let my pout out. “But since you worked so hard, how about I say that it’s time for your reward?”
Did that mean we were jumping right to the orgasm part of the night or did we have to talk more to get there?
Ugh, having a good Dom was more stressful than I’d expected.
Chapter 10
Dante
He seemed like he was still trying to decide if he wanted to pout and stomp his foot, which was adorably insane…not that he seemed to have realized it.
“How…how do I get my reward, Master?” Finally shifting like he was either harder than I thought or starting to get achy at the very least, I had to work at answering his question before I could worry about him.
“Are you asking what is the next step in our evening or are you asking how much conversation would be involved?” I almost laughed when he sighed.
“The second one, Master.” Ruslan looked like he thought life was too frustrating to deal with at the moment. “And I know that’s naughty but I can’t help it.”
Hmm, it seemed the more exasperated he got the more likely I was to see his little side pop out in one fashion or another.
“Well, it’s not the best behavior, but it’s not too bad.” At least he knew he wasn’t supposed to be avoiding talking about what he wanted. “But I think I know enough to be able to give you a reward, and we’ll just ignore that you didn’t want to talk this time.”
I’d have plenty of reasons to punish him or torture him for it later as he’d probably call it.
He gave me a beaming smile and sat up to give me another kiss. “I’d appreciate that.”
Ruslan should count himself lucky that I thought insanity was cute.
“Such a sweet boy.” I couldn’t call him my good boy at that point, but he was funny and sweet at the very least. “You did a better job than you think.”
Alright, time for the Dom to play What Do I Know About My Sub.
He didn’t mind being naked.
He wanted to come.
He had toys around the house somewhere.
“I did?” His brain seemed to have been skipping around so much he didn’t realize how much he’d chattered as he’d grumbled.
“You did.” Giving him a kiss, I moved my caresses lower, loving how his face lit up as I moved them in the direction he wanted. “Now, all you have to do is say one or two as long as you agree to being naked and letting me touch you.”
I was going to make it as easy as possible.
“Do you want good kisses somewhere on your body or do you want me to go through the toys and pick something out from there?”
Holding up one finger, I paused. “Kisses.”
As I lifted another, he took a deep breath and watched me like I was doing brain surgery. “Toys.”
He seemed to think world peace depended on his answer instead of how he was getting to come. I knew he wanted me to make all the decisions, but I was working with an outline, not a dissertation on his limits.
“There are no wrong answers because you gave me the options.” He was taking the whole situation very seriously, but I wasn’t sure if he was reminding himself that or me.
“Correct. I’ve already picked out two things that I would enjoy and that I think are within the limits I know so far.” Hopefully. “But either way, we still have our safewords.”