Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He watched my mouth as I chewed, and it felt a little like I was under a microscope. “You don’t mind that you’re going to have to see me naked?” There was another one of those damn pauses. “To help me with the tail?”
Mind? I couldn’t stop thinking about it, but that didn’t seem like the right thing to say. I still squirmed, taking my time before finally swallowing. “Um. No. No, I don’t mind. Are you going to um… How much help…”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. When had I turned into a stammering idiot? Adrian shrugged and started poking around his plate as though trying to decide what to eat. He finally speared a piece of steak then glanced at me. “Lots. I haven’t been able to put it in. It seems like it would hurt, and no one’s ever… penetrated me like that. Do you know how to make it feel good?”
Then he ate the fucking bite like nothing he’d said was out of the ordinary. I wasn’t going to make it through the evening without embarrassing the fuck out of myself. “I…” Goddamn it. I was not twelve! “Um. Yeah. Lube, prep, that sort of thing. You got a small one, right?” I asked, as casually as possible. I hadn’t looked that closely at the size of the plug. I’d been too busy looking at… other things.
“The plug and the tail?” The question came out like it was a typical, everyday kind of conversation. When I nodded, my mouth going dry, he continued, “It said it was a small, for beginners. I didn’t think anything too big would fit, but the website said this one would. The pup in the video I watched liked having his put in. He laid across his master’s lap.”
I cleared my throat, interest in food all but forgotten. “Would it be… easier if we were both, you know, already relaxed?” I asked slowly. “We could just play a little first, then you can let me know when you’re ready? You can… lay across my lap, if you want… If you don’t think that’s too weird,” I said hastily, like it wasn’t already fucking weird that I was talking about sticking a butt plug attached to a tail into my brother’s ass while he played pup and I played Master.
“I should probably be naked first when we play then, so I don’t have to stop and take off my clothes. That sounds right, doesn’t it?” Then he leaned close again and looked at my plate. “Can I have another bite? Yours is really good.”
I was stuck on him starting out naked, and it took me a minute to clue into what he was asking. “Yeah, sure,” I said, still trying to figure out what the hell had just come before that. “As long as you’re comfortable.”
Grabbing my fork, I started getting him more of the pasta. As I started bringing it up to his lips, he gave me a long look.
“I never thought I’d see you like this, but I’m getting more comfortable with you every time we talk and play. Thank you for helping me be a pup.”
What was I supposed to say to that? The only thing that came to mind… “Thanks for trusting me.”
Chapter 11 Adrian
Owen kept glancing over at me as he drove, weaving his way through the traffic with ease. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. Dinner had been nothing like I’d expected, but it had been everything I could have imagined if I’d let myself see him that way before. It had been the sexiest date ever.
But did he see it as a date? The teasing remarks that hinted at me putting out or at least kissing him if it was had made butterflies swarm inside me. Had he just been messing with me? I wanted to ask, but that would either make things more awkward or just make me look stupid. He had to have been teasing, right?
“I had a good time at dinner.”
It wasn’t much but at least it filled the weird silence.
“Me too,” Owen said, and his voice was more subdued than usual at first. As though he’d never let his usual cheerfulness slip, he continued with a smirk, “You make a great date.”
Teasing or serious? Teasing to see if I was serious? “Most of my dates haven’t worked out that great, so being able to hang out with you was nice.” So was flirting with him — not that I thought I'd done a good job at it. Was it really flirting when you weren't even sure the other person saw you as someone who was dateable?
“Well, women have all sorts of expectations. Men are different.” Owen flashed me a grin. “Not that I’ve never had a shitty date with a guy, but those are usually a little better. So of course it was better than going out with a girl.”