Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Yes. I wasn’t wrong about that…there might be some flexibility, though.
“Okay, what do I like about being little?” Deciding that would be good information to have on hand for my next conversation with Brady, I focused on the brilliant starting point. “I like being cute and having Daddy take care of me and I like calling Dean Daddy because that’s just fun.”
Yes, being little didn’t have anything to do with crayons…but I could try them.
“Daddy said we could get toys.” We’d just focused on the grown-up kind. “So we’ll try crayons since Brady is really sure every little likes them.”
What kind of toys would I like that wouldn’t end up with the orgasm kind of fun?
“Umpf.” Oops. “Sorry.”
People just seemed to jump in my way when my brain started to enjoy a project. Last week a dozen people had nearly barreled over me when I was working on a problem for one of my statistics classes.
They needed to pay more attention, but I hadn’t been rude about pointing that out.
“Sorry.” The wide-eyed look from the guy who kept asking me about food said I probably shouldn’t tell him to pay attention, though. He might actually do it and then I’d end up with more problems than I’d started with. “I’m sorry.”
Since he looked more worried than Dean on a bad day, I shook my head. “I was distracted, so it was probably my fault.”
Yes, that was the polite way to handle it.
Blinking at me, he stood quietly on the steps to the building I needed to go into for several long seconds before he straightened.
Oh dear.
“It’s alright. I was distracted too. I was thinking about trying the new diner that just opened off campus.” When he paused and stared at me, I realized Dean and Tate had been right.
That didn’t tell me how to get out of the situation, though, and he seemed stuck on making it weird. “The fried chicken is supposed to be really good.”
That didn’t help either.
Okay…I had to be polite. I could do that. I had to make sure he understood I was not a good fit for him for a variety of reasons. There was a list, so he needed to understand it wasn’t about him. That would probably make him sad and I didn’t want that.
Littles who made other subs sad probably didn’t get dessert or extra orgasms.
They definitely wouldn’t get crayons.
“No, but I should tell my Daddy and my Dom about that. Thanks.” Good idea. Yes. “It’s been a slow start getting together because I didn’t understand what being demi was and it took me a while to figure out that I was a sub. But we’re figuring it out.”
Perfect. He knew I was taken and I’d managed to carefully work in being a sub and being demi.
Oh, he was blinking. Maybe I needed to explain what that was? “Do you know there are people who need to really get to know someone else before they can want to kiss them and do stuff like that? I always thought other people were just weird.”
They still were weird but it was nice to have an explanation for it. “I’m demi. Who knew?”
Restaurant guy blinked a few times, finally understanding a big part of why we wouldn’t work. “I bet…I bet that would make dating harder.”
Oh yes.
Random people just kept wanting to do it.
“People are confusing. But I’m getting a handle on it now.” Dean and Tate were a big help with that. “I appreciate the date idea. I think it’s time for us to do more romantic things because that would make them feel special. I don’t need it the same way they do—I’m already special—but it’s okay that we all need different things.”
They’d really liked being Olive Garden special, so I just had to make sure I kept finding other ways to make them feel that way again.
Restaurant guy needed to feel special too, though.
Hmm.
“What kind of things do the Doms you’ve dated do to make you feel special?” Yes…easy, subtle…not too nosy. I’d even managed to slide in the fact that he was obviously a sub. “There are a lot around campus, but sometimes it’s hard to get to know them.”
Oh, he was just blinking.
Oops.
Maybe he was easily startled?
Had he not found the Doms yet?
“Um, have you gone to the board game and booze night at that frat? The one with the weird letters? They seem like a nice mix of Doms even if they don’t understand how intimate board games are.” But they couldn’t be held to the same standards if they didn’t understand them.
The nice men I’d met in the grocery store that talked about religion and yard work had explained that, and it’d been something we could all agree on even if they played board games before they got to know someone really well.