Learning to Change – The Education of the Heart Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“All done.” Throwing his arms out, Joel’s smile looked slightly wicked. “Kisses time. My turn to pick.”

Because he’d let us pick last time and we’d picked cheek kisses.

He was little and I was pretty sure that meant sweet kisses, but it seemed like no one had told Joel that rule…or told him about that assumption? Whatever it was, we hadn’t been operating from the same playbook.

“That’s right.” Dean looked relaxed in one breath and nervous in the next, but he wasn’t radiating panic yet. “You get to pick because you won and it’s your turn to pick the kisses.”

His slow tone as he repeated what we already knew said he realized he was walking into a trap of some sort. But he liked giving Joel what he wanted, so maybe it’d been deliberate? Dean wasn’t an idiot even though he liked the way Joel manipulated him, so maybe he’d wanted to see what Joel would do?

Giving Joel the room to explain what kind of reward he really wanted seemed like something a good Daddy would do. I wasn’t a Daddy, so I didn’t feel the least bit bad about wanting to control the entire scene, but I was, however, a good friend and let it play out without being a pain in the ass.

“Yes.” Joel was nearly rubbing his hands together like a bad Disney villain. “And because I was a good boy, I get dessert.”

He wasn’t going to forget that, so I wasn’t surprised when Dean nodded without arguing with him. “That’s right.”

Yeah, the more I watched the interaction, the more I started to realize that it was some kind of BDSM science experiment. Dean had mentally proposed a hypothesis and he’d designed a test for it. Did Joel know that?

Hmm…a better question might be, would he care?

No.

Joel was only concerned with winning.

His mischievous smirk and the way he was still wiggling made that very clear. “I’m ready.”

Yep, nothing to be suspicious about there.

“Where would you like us to sit for our kisses?” My question had Dean raising an eyebrow, probably wondering if I knew what he was doing, but Joel beamed at me.

“You’re a good boy, too.” Bouncing around the table—literally, because it seemed like littles with rocket pants had to blast off—Joel took my hand and then dragged me around so he could get Dean’s. “The couch.”

His head was bopping side to side and he was still going up and down, so I had to look away so he wouldn’t make me seasick. “Alright.”

“Can…” Dean swallowed hard but stood straighter and let his breath out slowly. “Can I ask what kind of kisses you want or is it a surprise?”

The wicked giggle that escaped our naughty boy just made Dean sigh.

It seemed like he’d figured out a way to prove his hypothesis.

Chapter 21

Joel

Winner winner gonna be a kisser.

Winner winner gonna be a kisser.

“I get to pick the kisses.” No take backs. “I like kissing.”

Dean sighed…he was so smart.

Tate was trying not to giggle…he was smart too.

“That wasn’t my question.” Dean was trying to be logical. “I just want to make sure I understand your reward for winning.”

“I won.” My cage liked it when we bounced, so I did it again as I took them to the couch. “I won two times. Two. I won big too. Faster and bigger and I’m amazing.”

Yes.

Yes.

I was so good I got to pick my special prize and I got dessert too.

“You’re enjoying teasing us.” Dean tried to look suspicious and narrowed his eyes but he was just still looking cute.

“Yes.” That was part of my prize too. “Sit. Sit. It’s my turn.”

“I’m not sure I agreed to being fucked with as part of your prize for winning.” Dean could glare so cute, but he was a good boy and sat right by Tate. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

“You’re a good boy too, so you get dessert.” I could share. “Good sits.”

Dean rolled his eyes to be silly, but Tate coughed and was trying not to laugh. He knew I was going to have big fun enjoying kisses.

“Don’t fuck with Dean too much.” Tate tried to look serious but he was fighting off giggles. “Just enjoy your prize.”

Yes.

“I’m going to have so much fun.” Big fun. Big kisses. Big penises. “It’s my turn.”

Hmm.

“Squish closer. Closer. Yes. Good boys.” They were so smart and followed directions so fast. “You get dessert too. You’re good boys.”

Tate snickered. “I think I’m getting my good boy dessert right now.”

Hehehe.

“Really?” Dean looked back and forth at us, making me giggle. “Really?”

That wasn’t a no.

That wasn’t a safeword.

That wasn’t even a “good boys don’t do that.”

Yay.

Little pillow down.

Me down.

Wiggle. Wiggle.

Oh, my knees fit around their legs. “You’re mine and all stuck.”

Tate reached down and rubbed his penis. “I like being stuck.”

Dean groaned. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

That wasn’t a no either and Tate’s giggles said he knew that, too. I was a good boy and smiled at Dean. “You don’t have to talk. Kisses don’t need words.”



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