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)
“I don’t know what I feel about public scenes.” I knew that was okay but it was nice when Bates nodded and smiled. “But we can figure that out later. We’ve got spankings and things like that to figure out first.”
And it would probably be good to figure out how we all felt about the pup thing too.
“One thing at a time, right.” Cash took a deep breath and seemed very focused on the screen even though I knew it was making him strangely nervous. Maybe he was nervous because he was turned on? “Um, what…what do you think about the pups?”
Had I not been clear on that?
“As long as there’s nothing crazy no one mentioned already, I think it looks fun. Easy fun, not the complicated kind that comes with a lot of rules like those big board games one of Brady’s brothers likes.” Anything that came with that many instructions was not fun.
Cash actually laughed as he nodded. “I agree. He’s crazy.”
For some reason that made Bates nearly giggle, but he leaned in and distracted me by hugging us both. “Simple fun is the best kind.”
Cash seemed like he’d finally relaxed but quickly went back to wiggly and weird. “So they’re fun but…but what else?”
He was overthinking this, but I wasn’t sure what the right level of thinking would be, so I just started rambling and tried not to worry about it. “Um, I liked wagging my pretend tail before. It was funny to see your reactions and the pup looks like he’s enjoying himself, but I’m not sure how he gets in that headspace? That’s what it’s called, right?”
I probably should’ve waited for them to do more than nod, but I didn’t because it felt like Cash would start to worry again if I stopped.
“I don’t know how you pick out what kind of pup you are or what hood to get—there are a lot of options here—and I’m not sure what else I’d do besides play fetch? I don’t want to make you worry about it or just weird about it and I don’t know how to fix that either.” What else? “Oh, and what if I come? I think you’re going to end up seeing my penis if we do this. And do pups get punished for making a mess or rewarded?”
I thought that was a reasonable question, but Cash groaned, rubbing his hands over his face and sighing as Bates giggled. “I’m not scared of your penis.”
Could’ve fooled me…and I didn’t miss the way he ignored several important topics.
“It’s okay. Not everyone is comfortable with them.” People came in lots of varieties. “Did you know I met a couple on campus a few weeks ago who are dating and boyfriends but they mostly don’t do penis things because one of them is asexual?”
As still as Cash went, I realized I probably hadn’t mentioned it.
“I don’t think they do other stuff but it didn’t come up in conversation, so I don’t know.” They might’ve been interesting, though. “Hmm, do you think people who talk about penis stuff so easily are into something like this?”
Maybe I should find them and explain that there are other things they could do as boyfriends?
Bates mostly ignored Cash’s drama, just kissing the side of his head and shrugging. “I think it’s a good possibility. But it’s hard to know what people are into just with a quick conversation. Some people radiate out how special they are and other people are more camouflaged. It’s what makes life fun.”
I thought it was what made life confusing but to each their own.
“I’m not going to worry about that now, though. We’ve got a lot of other stuff on our list, like hoods and penises and things like that.” Looking away from the screen again, I focused on Bates. “You’re not worried about seeing my penis, are you?”
I didn’t think so, but it seemed polite to ask just in case we’d rushed him before. “You can tell me if that’s on your limits list. I think it’s on Cash’s.”
Bates chuckled but shook his head. “Your penises are not on my limits list, so don’t worry about that. So far, nothing you’ve done would touch on anything on my list.”
That was good to know, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to ask what he didn’t want to do…it seemed like that could be slightly nerve-racking.
“Do you have a preference on hoods?” Going back to my phone as the pup on the computer barked and wiggled, I frowned. “There are a lot of options, but I kind of like the ones with the dark red accents. I’m supposed to have a preference on what my pup would look like, right? Is that something you decide?”
Doms seemed to have a lot of leeway when it came to all the things they could decide for their subs, so I wasn’t sure who picked out the clothes for a pup.