Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“That one.” Rubbing his hands together, his grin looked wicked. “I was promised happy tails and I want to see just how happy those get.”
Ignoring Cashel’s groan and the way he seemed to be looking up to decide which deity to pray to, I opened my laptop. “Deal.”
This was going to be fabulous.
Chapter 23
Gareth
This was so weird.
“Don’t his knees get tired running around like that?” I wasn’t sure the plug would be comfortable either, but it was probably easier to focus on the happy aspects of that with all the wagging.
But his knees…
“Why did I think sitting in the middle was a good idea?” Cash was back to being dramatic and wiggly, so I just ignored him as I leaned closer to the computer.
“My knees don’t hurt giving you a blow job when you’re in the chair, but that just doesn’t look comfortable.” All the pounding had to make his knees hurt. “Sir, have you heard the pups talk about that?”
Bates reached around behind Cash and squeezed my shoulder as the computer shifted on Cash’s wiggly lap. “I think the knee pads would really help with that problem. So we don’t go cheap on those.”
Yes, no dollar store knee pads or sex toys.
But as I scrolled on my phone through an online store that sold hoods, I wished there was at least a discount store version. Maybe Walmart version at the very least.
Some people were on a budget.
“That’s a good point.” Gesturing toward the pup on the computer screen who was running back and forth in what seemed to be his or his handler’s living room, I pointed to his mitts. “Those don’t look uncomfortable, though. He seems happy.”
Very happy.
So it couldn’t be too distracting.
“Happy or happy-happy?” Cash couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to giggle or hide at the bad joke that popped out of his mouth.
Bates laughed. “Both.”
“Yep.” Definitely both. “Happy barks and happy wiggles.”
The pup on the screen liked wagging his tail and he liked chasing the ball that the other man who was just off camera was throwing.
“Ignoring the penis part, it looks like simple fun. The Dom-handler-person gets to relax and pet his puppy, and the puppy gets to run around and play and get turned on.” The more I watched, the more I understood why Cash thought I’d like it, but the less I understood why he thought I’d get upset at him for thinking I’d like it.
Overthinkers were confusing and made everything stressful.
Even playing fetch.
“So one guy is the human in charge, one guy is the pup and gets to pick out how cute he wants to look, then they play?” That was it? “Are we sure there’s not a bigger part of this that you don’t think I’m ready for? I am. I’m not going to get startled.”
Well, maybe a little depending on what it ended up being but not much.
Bates cocked his head as he leaned around Cash but didn’t confess anything right away. So maybe he was trying to figure out how to explain the stressful part?
Cash just frowned. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” This just couldn’t be all there was to it. “Brady started off by telling us he liked playing because it was relaxing, then he mentioned the age play thing, and then he talked about the age sliding around a bit and diapers and Daddies. People start off saying it’s just a little odd then they start easing you into all the bigger odd parts.”
Everyone did that.
Cash was just blinking, so I looked over at Bates who shrugged and seemed to struggle to answer my question. “I can’t think of anything else with the pups that would be like that. They play. They get attention. They cuddle or wag themselves into an orgasm.”
Pausing, he frowned and thought about it for a moment.
“The most stressful thing I can think of would be the pups who go to places like a BDSM club or meet up to play with other pups somewhere.” Bates gave Cash a side-eye as I scrolled past a few more pup accessories. “Some people don’t like public scenes.”
Would Cash mind my having a public scene?
Would I have different outfits for public scenes?
Was I supposed to look nicer when other people could see me?
Was I supposed to look naughtier when other people could see me?
Was it like going to a regular club and showing off a great ass by wearing the perfect jeans?
I knew Cash wasn’t the type to show off how sexy he was when he submitted, but what if I showed off how cute I was?
Ugh. Every time I thought we got closer to my spanking, something else we needed to talk about came up. It was like some kind of trick question that we’d never get to because the talking part would always get in the way.