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)
“You’re welcome.” I shifted my head and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “You were a very good boy and I liked rewarding you.”
Ender couldn’t seem to decide how to respond, so he let out another dramatic sigh and complained. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Yep.” He’d have fun until we got to that point, though. “But since that hasn’t happened yet and you’re sticky, you’re going to get a shower.”
He was covered in cum and I was just making the mess worse every time I touched him. So yes, a shower was top on our to-do list.
And to make sure he knew there wasn’t a debate about it, I released his penis and got us both standing. “My understanding of BDSM is enough to grasp that leaving you alone right now would be bad.”
His quietness as I tucked his dick back in his clothes and the way his face had gone a slightly tomato-looking color said I was right, so I explained my plan as I gave up trying not to get cum on his clothes. That was a losing battle. “You can choose to shower while I watch and talk to you about random stuff, you can shower while I tell you what to do, or I can get in with you. If you can’t pick, don’t worry, I will.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a helpful promise or a threat, and his groan along with the look on his face said he wasn’t sure either. “I think you’re just being mean.”
Nope, I was being controlling.
That was more fun.
“I like being able to tell you what to do, and honestly, knowing it turns you on is even better.” Because then I didn’t have to worry about being too bossy and pissing him off. My genuine sincerity must’ve been obvious because he huffed and waved his hands.
I took that to mean I could do what I wanted, so as I led him to the bathroom, I tried to decide what would be the most useful. Him naked in some way was a base-level step. Ender needed to see that I was fine with the new development so he didn’t get weird when I put his tail on or in. My being naked was probably negotiable.
But would it make me look more serious about being his Handler if I got in with him?
Would it make him more confident about sharing that side of himself with me?
Every step just led to more questions.
I hadn’t decided what to do by the time we got to the bathroom, but turning on the water and starting to strip him gave me more time to consider my options. “If I get in with you, I’m going to get an erection. Would that bother you?”
Ender closed his eyes but his dick was chatty and tried to wave hello as I pushed his pants and briefs down.
Well, that answered my question.
“Alright, thank you for being clear about your answer.” I wasn’t really being an asshole, but his groan was a mix of embarrassment and frustration, so I wasn’t sure he’d believe me. “Hands on my shoulders. I don’t want you to fall.”
The bathroom was small enough that he’d knock himself out on something if he went down.
“I’m not going to fall,” he complained but his hands came up to my shoulders and he steadied himself as he stepped out of the puddle of clothes. “I can take care of myself.”
Technically that was true, but it seemed more like sub pushback to see what I’d do than actually trying to assert his need to take care of himself.
“I don’t know what that has to do with anything.” My vague response had him going quiet again. “Alright, you step in and get under the spray, but I will be the one to wash you.”
Thankfully, the actual shower was bigger than the space we were standing in, so I wouldn’t end up elbowing him in the gut as I got him cleaned up. The whole bathroom was stupidly designed, but at the moment I appreciated how big the shower actually was.
Ender shifted and opened his eyes, but his lower lip went between his teeth for a few seconds. “You don’t have to. I know you’re not going to freak out.”
He thought this was just about my proving a point?
Did he—
Nope, I wasn’t going to try to guess what was going through his head because I had a feeling I’d get it wrong. But would telling him the truth be any better? Ender was…he was confusing sometimes.
“I realize I don’t have to, but you need to see that I’m confident about what we’re doing, and this will improve our intimacy. Your pup side won’t come out and be completely relaxed if your human side isn’t confident or comfortable being naked and aroused around me.” When Ender just blinked at me, I knew I was right.