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)
I was however going to ask him later what time he’d gotten up.
Ignoring the file for the time being since my phone was entirely too small to read it on, I headed out of my room, pissed, and went downstairs for coffee before coming back to my bedroom. Luckily for me, I was the only one stupid enough to be up at that hour on a Saturday, so I didn’t have to explain anything.
“Alright, cutie. What are you obsessing over now?” Sitting down at my desk, I opened the questionnaire and started going through his responses as I worked my way through the large cup of liquid energy.
As I finished my coffee, I was on my second read-through and had picked out a few things I’d have more questions on later, but for the time being, I was glad to see that most of it matched up with his ramblings on our date.
But it wasn’t until the caffeine had fully hit as I finished the second reading that I realized what he might’ve been talking around.
The cock cage.
That was the only thing I could remember specifically teasing him about, but he’d fallen asleep too quickly after my orgasm for us to talk about that. Eventually, we might get to the point where my caging him after he’d fallen asleep would be reasonable, but we weren’t at that point yet.
Even if I were less obsessed with communication, we still wouldn’t have been at that point.
Picking up my phone, I stared at the black screen for several long moments before bringing it to life so I could text my drama queen back…my needy drama queen if I was reading between the lines correctly.
And based on his seemingly honest answer about how often he liked to orgasm, I was pretty sure I was reading the situation right.
Good Doms keep promises but good subs make sure their Doms know if they have to leave the house or run errands anytime soon.
His list might’ve said he agreed with using the cage for short and medium-length sessions, but we needed to work out the details on that.
I could almost feel Ruslan’s nervous but excited energy on the other side of the phone. But he couldn’t seem to decide how to respond because the dots by his name kept starting and stopping. It was maddening to watch, so I forced myself to get up and take my cup back down to the kitchen.
Thankfully, by the time I was in my room again, Ruslan had finished worrying.
This good sub does not have to leave the house until 9 a.m. on Monday.
That was it but it was enough to get me moving again.
Alright. Have you had breakfast yet?
My question seemed to surprise him because I made it all the way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before he texted back.
No.
He was clearly in the middle of losing his mind, so I played nicely.
Get a shower and make sure you’re squeaky clean. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes to make you breakfast and help you get ready for the weekend. No orgasms in the shower, needy boy.
His face would’ve been all kinds of red, but I knew he wanted it badly based on how quickly he managed to text back that time.
Yes, Master.
The fact that I was Master was telling, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Showering and going over his answers one last time took every spare second I’d given myself, so I pushed everything else to the back of my head until I was headed down to Ruslan’s place.
My roommates had finally started to stir as I left, but no one had come out of their rooms yet, so I didn’t have to dodge any questions.
But I knew that wouldn’t last.
For now, though, it was something else I could shove to the back of my head as I let my curiosity about what Ruslan had been up to and what the Master part meant escape. I didn’t come to any conclusions before he answered the door, slightly out of breath and hair still damp, the sweats he was wearing barely hanging on his hips. “You’re here.”
Had little Russie sent the text before big Ruslan had thought it through?
“Yes, I am.” Stepping inside once he opened the door wider, I waited until he closed it before wrapping my arms around his naked chest. “I have to feed my boy and get him ready for a relaxing weekend.”
Kissing him senseless seemed like a good way to start the weekend, so I took my time nibbling on his lips and making love to his mouth before finally pulling away. He was wonderfully relaxed and had probably completely forgotten why I was there when I kissed his forehead. “What were you thinking about for breakfast?”
Distracting him as I led him through the house and into his bedroom, I wasn’t terribly surprised to see the box and the cage sitting on the bed. Part of me thought he’d have panicked and hidden it away again, but I thought it might’ve been easier to set it out in hopes that we wouldn’t have to go through an actual discussion.