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)
“Just because I didn’t say anything about it before doesn’t mean I have to ignore stuff like that now.” The way his hands were skimming over my sensitive skin sent a shiver through me and the fuzzies were starting to take over again.
“I’ve always noticed stuff. It just wasn’t relevant to our situation at that point and now it is.” He said it so logically that even though the whole situation was nuts, I found myself nodding along with him. “Like now I’m noticing that you come a lot faster, and probably harder, with a partner and with elements of BDSM mixed in. For example, the spanking.”
Ugh.
Why couldn’t he have been stupid or just a bit more blind to certain facts?
My groan didn’t make him feel the need to change the conversation. If anything, he sounded more confident. “We’re going to work on additions that will give you the same feelings without a spanking being involved, though. You prefer to come on a daily basis and I’m not sure having spankings would be good for your skin. You get pink fairly quickly, I think.”
Somehow, just knowing how hard he had to be studying my ass made me squirm and my dick started to work overtime at getting hard. When it was about halfway there, Leif chuckled. “Well, something about that made you very happy.”
Ugh.
“Don’t worry. I’ll figure it out but we don’t have to discuss it now. We’ve got other plans.” He gave my ass a pat like he was punctuating his sentence, but moving seemed like a lot of effort, so I groaned and shook my head.
Leif chuckled and danced his fingers lightly over my ass, making me squirm again. “But you’re going to get lots of new cuddles and I’ll have new ways to praise you. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
He knew me too well, but I managed to shake my head again even though it probably wasn’t believable in the slightest.
“What if I told you that your Handler wants to play with his pup?” His touch was suddenly firmer and I could feel my cheeks spreading as he massaged my ass.
Oh shit.
He could see…everything.
How had I not realized that?
“I want to see how you look in the hood and I want to see you whine when you wag your tail.” Leif seemed to be feeling very confident about what we were going to do because his fingers danced down the center of my ass.
Ignoring it was impossible and before I could think about how it felt, my ass had arched up again and I’d spread my legs as far as I could. Somehow that was the reminder that my pants were around my thighs and my ass was hanging out.
There was no logic to it but suddenly I wanted to squirm and pulling the blanket over me again sounded like a very good idea. “But Leif…”
“No.” His stern tone sent a shiver through me. “This was a scene we both enjoyed and you’re not going to hide from that. Sit up.”
I started obeying before what he’d said hit my brain and I found myself kneeling beside him on the couch, sticky and with a half-hard dick…and pouting.
“Good boy.” Reaching up, he ran a hand over my head and nodded. “I think you need a way to remember how important you are to me and who you belong to.”
The words were sweet but the look on his face made me nervous.
“I’ll remember.” Yes, I’d be good as long as he stopped thinking about whatever he was considering. “I…I’m ready to be your pup now, Sir.”
That was definitely a better plan…his Dom was popping out and I wasn’t sure I’d like the results.
Somehow that was my fault for getting embarrassed and I wasn’t sure my drama was going to end up being worth it in the long run.
“Do you remember that we talked about orgasm control?” Leif asked the question so easily it took me a second to realize what he’d said.
Oh no.
Play dumb?
No, he’d probably have fun going into detail about the whole idea.
Panicking took too long and he started to nod. “I thought so. You need a more constant reminder that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that I’m in this with you, so—”
He let the dramatic pause drag out as he reached down and barely caressed my shaft, settling on just teasing the head and my slit. “I want to control your orgasms.”
Fuck.
He wanted it.
He really did.
He was a sneaky asshole but all I could do was whine.
“We’ll work on appropriate rules with it, but for now, if you want to come it has to be by my hand or with my permission.” He said it so simply that I couldn’t decide if I wanted to orgasm or pout. “You’re either going to say ‘Yes, Sir’ or you’re going to say one of your safewords so we can go over how you’re feeling.”