Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“You tell him.” Jordan nudged Ian, who rolled his eyes, but there was something else there too. When he looked at me, I could have sworn I saw something akin to pride there.
“It’s not a big deal. We just went and got some information about helping out at the LGBTQ center. We’re taking a class there tomorrow, and we got paperwork and stuff.”
Now it was me who felt proud, along with something else—my heart swelled so big, it felt like things had to shift around in my chest to make room for it. “I beg to differ, pup. It is a very big deal. I’ve been patient, hoping you would take the initiative on your own, and you did. I’m very, very proud of you.” Had anyone other than me told Ian that before? That they were proud of him? I walked over to where my boys stood. I touched Ian first, held his chin so he had to look at me and couldn’t turn away. “What am I?”
He frowned for a moment, then asked, “Proud of me?”
“Yes, and I bet Jordan is proud of you too.”
“I am,” Jordan said, and I had a feeling that having Jordan there with him had made it easier for Ian to go. If it hadn’t been for our kitten, he might not have.
“You are a very good boy, Ian. Tell me.”
“What?” He frowned.
“You heard me.”
Ian hesitated for a long moment, pink coloring his cheeks. “I, um…I’m a very good boy.”
“Yes. You are. One day you’ll even see it. Jordan and I will make sure of that.” I leaned in and kissed him, then let my lips trail down his neck. When I got to the spot where it met his shoulder, I bit.
“Oh fuck. God, I love that.”
“I know you do.” I moved over to give Jordan my attention. “And you, my little kitten, are a good boy too. Thank you for going with Ian and for taking this on with him. I think it will be good for you both.”
Where Ian often looked like he didn’t understand how I could praise him, like he didn’t believe he was really a good boy, Jordan basked in it with a bright smile and joyful eyes. He lived for these moments, for pleasing me and being praised. “Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.”
“I know you are.” I treated Jordan the same as I had Ian, leaning in to take his mouth before sinking my teeth into his skin. He trembled in the most delicious way. “Now. I think that deserved cake, so there will be no punishment tonight, only pleasure. I’ll order dinner, and if you’re okay with sharing, I’d like you to tell me about your play today.”
They nodded. I made a quick pizza order, and then we went into the living room to wait. Jordan told me he’d gotten the cake, that Ian had come home, and then went through what happened after that. Part of me was sorry I missed it, while the other was glad they had that time together. I thought it was important for them both. Ian had more sub in him than he realized, but there was something else too, and I wanted to help him explore that as much as I could.
“How does your ass feel now?” I asked Jordan. I’d seen him wince when he sat down.
“It’s a little sore,” he admitted.
“Up, let us see.”
He stood easily and pulled his pants and underwear down. There was some slight bruising, so Ian had definitely put some strength behind it.
“Is it okay?” Ian asked. “What I did. I don’t want to hurt him in the wrong way. He said it was good.” He turned to Jordan. “I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t want me to.”
“I wanted it,” Jordan said just as I replied, “You did good, pup. You gave him what he needed. You didn’t hurt him, but there are some things we can discuss. I can teach you, show you some techniques and ways to make sure you stay safe, especially if you were to ever want to use anything other than your hand when spanking someone’s ass. I don’t use a whip, mostly my hand, a flogger, or a crop, so in the future, you’d need someone else to train you if you decide—”
“No, I don’t.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to use that. But I’d like it if you could teach me other things, so if Jordan and I ever play without you, I won’t do the wrong thing. I want to be good for him…for you both.” His head tilted down.
“You’re very good for us. Isn’t he, kitten?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Why don’t you get those clothes off and kneel for us until dinner arrives. We’ll eat and then enjoy an evening together.”
“Okay.” Jordan stripped out of his clothes. Ian and I were sitting beside each other on the couch. Jordan went to his knees, between my legs, head on my lap and an arm around Ian’s calf. I ran my fingers through Jordan’s hair, then grabbed Ian’s hand so he could do it instead.