Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
That might’ve pushed Ender’s brain a bit further than it could process. His mouth dropped open and he was just blinking as he watched the pups play.
Okay, when he could function, we’d do a check-in…once I figured out how that should look.
More research was definitely necessary.
Chapter 5
Ender
Orgasms belonged to the Handler?
Correcting behavior?
Cock rings?
We really couldn’t see enough about what was going on to know how true Leif’s guesses were, but my dick didn’t know that and neither did my imagination.
“I need you to tell me if we should back off of this particular topic or if your reaction is because it’s surprisingly arousing.” Leif’s utterly rational question made me realize how still I’d gone.
I knew I was probably freaking him the fuck out, so I took a breath and tried to function. His comment didn’t help, though. “Checking for myself at this point seems like it would be crossing a line…or maybe several.”
That got a laugh out of me and I could finally get my mind to stop whirling.
“You think?” My slightly sarcastic tone had him chuckling too.
“What would Eli say to that? Hmm? Then tell me if I should know it would be an overstep.” His smart-ass retort had me groaning, which pleased him to no end. “Yep, now, would you like to answer my question?”
“No, but I’m not sure the alternative is a good idea.” It wasn’t until he let out a quiet laugh that was definitely on the wicked side of things that I realized what I’d said and how it could be taken. “Don’t read into that. My brain isn’t working.”
That did not stop his pleased, naughty sound. “Don’t worry. I won’t read into it. I’ll ask very specific questions.”
He was thoroughly enjoying tormenting me.
And somehow, he didn’t realize how many Dom tendencies he had.
“A few things you mentioned in your scenario tripped my brain up.” Yes, explaining that definitely seemed easier than handling the crossing-the-line discussion. “It wasn’t bad in the way you might’ve assumed, though. Just…startling.”
I thought I’d done pretty well at explaining myself, but Leif made a low, thoughtful hum that had me starting to worry about what he was going to say.
“Did the idea of an orgasm as, let’s call it, behavior modification trip your brain up or was it something else?” His question had me reminding myself that I could always safeword, but I wasn’t sure if it was a safeword situation.
He was finally talking to me about the puppy play stuff and sounding like he was actually going to be my Handler.
That meant I had to answer his questions one way or another, right?
Fuck.
“Okay, um, if we’re going to explore the puppy play stuff then I’ll answer, but if you’re going to decide it’s too weird for you to deal with then let’s not go there.” Getting it out wasn’t as hard as I’d feared, and the reward was another hug so that made it easier too.
“Why would it be too weird?” He genuinely didn’t seem to understand what I’d meant. I could hear the confusion in his voice. “It’s not the weirdest thing you could’ve come up with. I might not know a lot about lifestyle stuff but I know that much.”
I couldn’t hold back a laugh even though he was making me insane.
“No. Logically, I realize it’s not the craziest thing I could’ve found interesting.” It wasn’t even the strangest thing going on across the street, honestly. “But we’ve been friends for too long for me to ruin it over something like this. I don’t need to involve you if this is too much.”
It was a weird ask on a lot of levels.
Leif was quiet for several moments before he shrugged. That was it. A shrug. As I imagined ways to kill him and get his body down the stairs, he mercifully stopped torturing me. “I don’t think it’s too much. I wouldn’t do it for anyone else. Like, if Mac asked me to do it, that’d just be weird. But you’re different.”
Oh, I was really trying not to read into that but he was talking about orgasms and tails and controlling me.
Wait.
Did he think Mac was a pup too?
He was making it hard to keep my imagination from wandering into places it shouldn’t be going.
“So I guess what I’m saying is that it’s not too much, and I can’t think of anyone else we know that I’d be comfortable giving that much control over you to.” He somehow thought all that was rational and even sounded like the thought offended him. “No, that’s out of the question.”
Huh? I had to think through the slightly mangled sentence a few times and still came out confused.
He’d be giving control over me to someone else if I found another person to be my Handler?
Had that been what he’d meant?
God, this whole thing kept getting weirder and weirder.