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)
“I bet it’s been aching for attention when I’ve been getting you all clean.” His words made me moan, and while part of me knew I was going to be embarrassed later, a bigger part made me spread my legs and whine. “Yes, my needy bottom boy hasn’t been getting all the attention he needs.”
Leif pressed against the tight ring of muscles and made a pleased sound as I whimpered and arched up to beg for more. “We’re going to fix that.”
Slipping his finger in me definitely went a long way in fixing the need that had been building and we both knew it based on the pride in his voice. “Yes, that’s right. Pretty sounds to go with a pretty hole.”
Fuck. That shouldn’t have been so hot.
“Yes, this is part of what you needed.” It wasn’t until he started slowly fucking me and petting over my aching ass that the rest of his words snuck into my brain. “We’ll get you the rest too, though.”
The rest?
I’d have asked what he meant, but he took that moment to start playing with my prostate and my moan cut off everything else. “Oh, that’s my slutty bottom boy.”
One voice in my head pointed out he was right…and the other pointed out I was going to be embarrassed later.
They were both right…but it was also so hot logic went right out the window.
Luckily for me, though, I had a Master who was still very much in charge of all his logic and thoughts.
Yay?
“But I think my boy needs something else…something besides pleasure and pain and submission…he needs to feel safe and confident.” Leif’s brain was working too well but the ball was already rolling and there was nothing I could do about it.
“He needs…my boy needs a Dom…my pup needs his Handler…my Ender needs…a partner?” His question had my brain skidding to a halt and everything in me seemed to shatter at the same time.
Thoughts.
Emotions.
Pleasure.
As my orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami I’d never seen coming, the pleasure it sent through me took away everything else and made me almost numb as it started to recede. That was when the panic would’ve usually set in.
I could almost feel it coming like the next dangerous rush, but Leif was my Dom and cut it off before it could get me, wrapping us both up in my blanket and suddenly, I was pressed against his chest. “Deep breath, baby. You’re not hearing me. I need you to hear me.”
Wait.
Yes.
Breathing was good.
As I tried to make him happy and get the world to come back into focus, I started to hear what he was saying. “This was such a bad idea. I’m an idiot. No talking things out while you’re getting spanked.”
Oh.
I could feel my ass aching perfectly and there was something about the floaty feeling that said I’d been out of it for longer than I’d realized, but I ignored all of that as I snuggled closer and kissed his cheek. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
Well, I needed a nap and to be cuddled more, and maybe another orgasm later, but those could wait.
“You have to explain why you’re not fine, though.” I definitely wasn’t functioning enough to guess what the problem was.
“You were crying.”
Oh.
Okay.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I felt my wet cheeks. “I think that’s normal sometimes?”
Neither of us were experts at this stuff but even I knew emotions could be weird. The internet said so and I was pretty sure I’d heard Eli scream that at someone at some point.
“I don’t like that.” Leif sounded personally offended by either my tears or maybe what he saw as his part in the whole thing, but I couldn’t tell if he was overreacting or not.
“Then I won’t do it again.” There was no logic in that at all but I figured he’d realize that later. Getting him to calm down was more important than making sense.
“What do you remember about your spanking?” His question was a surprise, so I managed to answer it before my brain could think about it too much.
“The pain. My orgasm. Your finger in my ass. The words. I like that.” Now I was starting to realize I wasn’t censoring quite enough of my thoughts…or getting them in the right order.
Fuck it.
“Um, a really good orgasm. You were talking.” He’d called me his slutty bottom boy and I wasn’t sure how to make sure he did that again. “Then everything goes fuzzy?”
I could text him that, right?
I could manage an email too, maybe?
“I liked the dirty talk.” Was that what he was worried about? “You’re really good at it. You’re really creative.”
Maybe when I texted him, I could ask him if he was censoring himself too much?
I had a feeling he’d be able to think of naughtier things to call me but it felt like he was worried about offending me.