Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Oh.” He paused, nearly tripping over his feet before his body started moving again. “Would…would it be okay if it was?”
The asshole had definitely done a number on Dessie.
“Yes.” Hmm. Probably not enough information. “I’d technically heard of age play in passing as I researched the club and the BDSM community in general, but it was literally just a vocabulary word I’d picked up before Austin explained the idea in more detail.”
I’d actually had to go back and look at the research I’d done all over again, and surprisingly enough, it had been on one of the first lists I’d read.
Dessie’s breathing evened out and as I found the lemonade in a fancy carafe nestled in ice—which was so purely Austin I wanted to roll my eyes—I was glad to see he was relaxing again. “That’s…that’s understandable. It’s not something that’s talked about online much.”
“Agreed.” Pouring his drink into a small glass tumbler, I nodded toward the table that had been set up for us. “But for us, that means that I have no preconceived notions about what is right or wrong with this.”
Wanting to make sure I was clear, I tried to find some good examples. “If you’d like to have lemonade when we go out because it makes your little side happy, that’s perfectly fine with me. If you like to order fancy chicken strips on every menu because your little side likes nuggets, that’s fine with me as well.”
What else?
As he sat down, I placed the glass in front of him and another example popped into my head. “If you want me to order for you and to make sure you have things like your cup close enough, that’s something that would be fine.”
His gaze bounced between me and his drink as he carefully wrapped two hands around it. “You’re…you’re being very open-minded about this.”
“No.” I wasn’t going to let him think I was some kind of amazing guy. “You’re just setting the standard for what this lifestyle looks like. I can simply understand the logic behind it and I can connect the dots about why you would like something.”
His head cocked and he studied me for a moment. “I think you’re downplaying what a good guy you are, but I’m not going to be a brat about it.”
“You’ll pick your battles, huh?” My cheeky response made him grin.
“Yep, for something good or something I could get a spanking for.” The naughty words slipped out before he caught them and then a blush spread over his cheeks.
“Yep, I knew you were naughty.” But who could’ve guessed how interesting that would be.
Chapter 4
Dessie
I will not be mean. I will not tell him he’s doing it wrong because I don’t know how to do it to begin with. I will get to know him and we’ll talk. That’s what people do on dates.
Tyson fucking with Austin about not knowing what safewords were wouldn’t fade from my mind anytime soon, but I didn’t think he realized it was the way he’d rolled his eyes and barked out his description of our date that would stick with me the longest.
He really was just like Silas…but not quite as gruff-looking.
Tyson looked every inch the businessman Austin had said he was and I had to remind myself that it wasn’t appropriate to climb all over him like a monkey. That had to wait until he’d decided he wanted a second date with me. Yes, that seemed very reasonable.
Man, he was big.
No, had to stay focused and ignore what he was doing to me.
And I had to stay grown-up.
Yes, I was an adult.
“I understand there will be an exchange of limits lists at some point soon, but is it safe to assume spankings are on the fun side of things?” He was grinning as he casually asked the question, but as he went over to grab himself some sparkling water, he didn’t look uneasy.
“Yes.” I could do this. It was information he needed to know. “I enjoy mild to medium pain in sexual play, but I have a low tolerance for it in everyday life.”
He cocked his head as he walked back and sat down beside me at the small, round table. “So, expect drama if little Dessie stubs his toe but not if you get a spanking over my lap?”
That had images of being bent over and my ass bared firing through my head, but I managed to swallow back the needy moan that tried to escape. “Yes. That would be the right way to see it.”
Smirking, he leaned back, looking proud of himself for already figuring out how to fuck with me. “Another way to see it would be that if little Dessie stubbed his toe and was upset, I could use a spanking as a nice distraction for a sad boy?”
I had to swallow several times for that example.