Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I liked it.
“You are more than welcome to ask questions or tell me anything you want to share. You can even ask for a specific way to get your orgasm, but whose decision will it ultimately be?” His tone said we both knew the answer.
Like when he asked me whose turn it was to do the dishes when we both knew it was my turn.
Yep, he’d already been my Dom for longer than either of us had realized.
“Yours.” Even clearheaded again, the answer wasn’t hard. “You’re my Handler and Dom.”
“That’s right, and while it’s arousing, do I half-ass my jobs?” His question made me realize I was never going to hear another lecture about chores without getting hard.
“No.” He took every job and chore very seriously.
And it seemed like I’d made myself his number one focus.
Shit.
“You take all your jobs and stuff like that very seriously.” He was going to drive me nuts. “But this means I’ll get sexy rewards when I get my stuff done, right? I think we talked about that, but I want stars on my chart and orgasms.”
If he was going to find new ways to be a pain in the ass, I was going to get a lot out of it.
Boone snorted out a laugh, but ultimately nodded, so I didn’t mind. “Yes, stars and orgasms.”
Yes!
“Okay.” Trying not to sound too excited, I nodded and wiggled lower so I could rub my cheek against his chest. “You can be in charge. I like that anyway.”
Most of the time.
Boone was thinking that too. “We’ve certainly settled into that pattern, haven’t we?”
He seemed more thoughtful than worried, so it was easy to answer. “Yeah, it wasn’t until I started doing online research about submission that I realized it. There was this list about nonsexual things Doms can do for the subs in their life and I realized you already did that stuff with me.”
We just hadn’t noticed it at the time.
“I have to admit to mostly focusing on the sexual lists, but I can see the nonsexual aspects now that you mention it.” Boone sounded frustrated with having missed that part, but I was glad his focus was the sexy stuff.
Otherwise he might’ve freaked out on me more.
Being turned on had definitely smoothed over how pissed he could’ve been.
“That’s reasonable. I stumbled onto it and then started thinking about it. My first searches were sexual.” I was pretty sure that was how it was supposed to work.
I followed my dick to something interesting and then my brain eventually found something educational about it.
Boone barked out a laugh. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Because he was smart.
“Does the puppy stuff surprise you?” The only reason I asked was because I was pretty sure about the answer.
“No. You’ve always been bouncy and you were really excited about that costume.” He chuckled again as he shrugged. “I was starting to think something was up, though, I just kept telling myself I had to be wrong. We weren’t like that.”
Mostly because the timing had always been wrong.
When I was going through my pan phase he’d been dating an asshole.
When he’d been trying to decide if he hated assholes or might like women, I’d been dating a professor.
We’d gone on and on like that for most of our friendship so that’d always kept us friend-zoning each other. I just hadn’t realized that until I’d taken the time to try to figure out what I wanted out of a relationship.
“Would you ever have asked?” That I wasn’t so sure about, but I asked it anyway. “You put up with a lot of shit from me before you call it out.”
He was a bit too patient with me sometimes.
His laugh said I was right.
“I think I’m going to plead the Fifth and promise you another orgasm in the morning.” His ridiculous way of avoiding answering made me laugh. “Ha. I knew that would work.”
Because he knew me too well…about most things at least.
“At some point I’m not going to let you bribe me with orgasms.” It was just going to be a while before we got there, though. “Eventually.”
Yep, I didn’t want him to think it would be anytime soon.
“You’ve been a bit caught up in the BDSM stuff and puppy stuff, huh?” He paused long enough for me to nod before he went back to working through his thoughts. “You were so…immersed in it, I guess is the right way to say it that I wasn’t sure how clearheaded you would be after your spanking.”
Hmm.
“It’s been…stuck in my head?” I wasn’t sure I had the right words for it. “The whole thing has been trapped in there and it’s made it hard to relax.”
And orgasm.
“We’re going to work through all of that shit in your head, but not tonight.” My sigh of relief made him laugh. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”