Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Or disgust…because his erection was obvious.
Joel waving his bottom around could’ve done that, but a hard dick was a fairly good barometer for Dean’s comfort level. Mine…not so much. My cock wasn’t very bright and we didn’t always agree on stuff, but Dean and his erection were usually in sync.
“Promises to your Master are very important.” Freakouts beat promises, but with silence from Dean and excited giggles from Joel, it seemed like we could proceed. “And I was promised a reward.”
Joel could barely get words out around his snickers and laughter. “My bottom.”
Oh, Dean rolled his eyes.
Perfect.
That was the signal I’d been looking for, so I nodded at Joel. “That’s right, but I think we can consider it as my bottom since it belongs to me now.”
Joel gave a naughty snicker but shook his head as he playfully grinned. “Share with Daddy.”
He loved that word.
Joel’s whole face lit up as he turned and gave his Daddy a cute cheek kiss. “Sharing.”
“That’s right. I’m going to share with Daddy.” Something about the word or the easy agreement had Dean’s gaze bouncing around again but he didn’t argue.
He didn’t do anything but watch and wait.
“Good boys.” Joel gave each of us another cute peck before he went back to wiggling his fingers over my erection. “Happy boys.”
Dean’s brows pulled together but I just laughed. “Very happy because we have a cute and wiggly boy.”
A cute, wiggly boy who’d gone back to waving his bottom around like he had a tail. “Very very.”
He was very something alright, and at the moment, I was pretty sure that was very horny.
“My very very is going to get a spanking.” My teasing playfulness got another happy sound from Joel and more wiggles from his fingers.
He was going to derail our scene faster than he was expecting if we weren’t careful, so I wrapped up the wiggly little in my arms and rolled him over so he was trapped on our laps. “So, Daddy Dean, how about we move this to my room so we can stretch out easier?”
Dean swallowed and took a second before nodding. “He’ll fall off the bed in here. Rewards seem like they might be wiggly.”
Oh yeah.
“Tail?” Joel tried to wag his bottom again but he wasn’t in the right position.
“Yes, you can have a tail.” I wasn’t sure if he’d want to be a pup or if his little side just wanted to play pretend that he was a pup, but either way, a tail was going to be fun. “We’ll pick out one later.”
“Reward time.” His squirming just got worse as he grinned. “Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.”
We were all good boys?
He was a really really really good boy?
Hmm, Daddy Dean rolled his eyes again, so it could’ve gone either way.
“Lots of good boys.” Tickling him seemed like a brilliant idea. I was right and wrong. Joel thought it was hilarious. Dean thought we were ridiculous. The bed thought we were too big.
I caught Joel before he took a header off the side, but Daddy Dean nearly growled at me.
Oops.
“Sorry.” Placing Joel back on the bed safe and sound, I gave Dean a very well-done apologetic look. “He’s fine.”
“Safe, Daddy.” Joel thought the best way to handle it was with a cheek kiss and a hug. “Aww.”
He seemed to like his Daddy getting growly over his safety. “Special boy. Special spanked boy.”
Dean huffed but nodded. “That’s right and we’re going to make sure the special boy stays safe with his spanking.”
“Master Tate!” Joel seemed to think that was the order to move out because he hopped up off the bed, nearly braining both of us, and bounced out of the room. “Master’s bed. Master’s bed. Reward time.”
He was not big but he was enthusiastic.
“This is okay, right?” Dean’s whispered question didn’t surprise me, but I was impressed by how long he’d waited. It was obvious he hadn’t wanted to influence Joel’s desire and I thought that was sweet.
“Yes. He’s happy. He’s confident. He trusts both of us. That’s all we have to keep in mind.” Giving him a quick kiss as I climbed off the bed, I shrugged. “Besides, the neighbors are doing it too so that means it can’t be that strange.”
“Oh.” Dean paused as he got halfway off the bed, then slowly finished as his brain worked overtime. “I’m not going to ask how you know that.”
“The neighbors are loud and overshare.” He’d just spent way too much time trying to give them privacy.
I wasn’t going to wear noise-canceling headphones just because they were having kinky sex with the windows open.
“Fine.” Shaking his head, Dean came around the side of the bed. “Joel’s excited. You’re excited. I’m confused, but yeah…we’re fine.”
I wasn’t his Dom at the moment, so I didn’t feel guilty for laughing.
“Hurry. Hurry.” Joel saved me from whatever Dean’s glare meant, though. “Waiting.”