Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
My brain skidded to a halt and took a second to restart. “You think he wants to hear about it?”
Bishop cocked his head, looking cute and confused. “Of course. He’s going to want to know what I thought about being a Daddy for the first time and what it was like to take care of you. I know he’s curious about what it was like to see you little. He’s never been a Handler or Daddy or anything like that, think only mainstream Dom-ish stuff, so he’s learning about all this.”
Wow.
“What does he think about me being little?” It probably didn’t matter because Bishop was my Daddy and Cohen was just…a friend-ish person, maybe…but somehow, it mattered.
Bishop gave me a tender smile like he knew what I was thinking and kissed my nose. “He thinks you’re very cute and didn’t have a problem with you being little. He had fun picking out stuff for you, so I don’t want you to worry about that. He hasn’t been around a little before, but it didn’t make him uncomfortable.”
Good.
Not that I was sure why it was good…but it was.
Giving Bishop a quick peck, just because I could, I blushed again as his smile widened. I wanted to hide again, but there were a few things we needed to talk about before I could give in to my shyness. “You’ll tell me if my questions about Cohen get, I don’t know, inappropriate or if they make you uncomfortable?”
I’d never had this kind of situation come up before, and I was honestly worried about being too nosy.
Bishop snorted but gave me a grudging nod. “Yes, but I don’t think there’s any way you could ask me something inappropriate. I will also tell you if something comes up that Cohen doesn’t want me to share, though. How does that sound?”
Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.
“Is there stuff I’m supposed to tell you not to talk about with him?” How would that work? What would be too personal? I mean, if Bishop ended up sleeping with both of us, there was probably stuff we’d need to know.
Right?
Maybe it would just be hot?
Thankfully, Bishop seemed to think my hot face was because of the personal stuff conversation, not because I was a dirty sub and wanted to hear about their sex life.
“I’m the wrong person to make boundaries.” He shrugged and his brows pulled together. “I have a bad habit of forgetting to engage a filter, so…what do you think about it?”
Oh, that was hard.
Was I supposed to answer this honestly or like I thought most people would?
Fuck.
Bishop would be upset if I wasn’t honest.
“I’m supposed to answer honestly, right? I mean, even if it’s weird?” That didn’t make me sound any saner, but I figured I’d make sure.
He coughed, awkwardly covering a laugh as he nodded. “Yes, honesty is going to be the best policy with something like this. I read that online.”
Oh, good idea.
“Okay, then, well…” Deep breath. I tried again, attempting to sound more grown-up. “I think I’m open to you sharing whatever you feel is necessary to explain…to explain us.”
That sounded all right, hadn’t it?
What else?
“And I’m open to you sharing anything you feel like telling me about your relationship with Cohen. I might get embarrassed by…intimate details, but that doesn’t mean you have to censor yourself.”
That didn’t sound kinky.
Hopefully?
Bishop’s snicker said my logic might be flawed.
I sighed as his dirty giggles faded and just hid my face against his chest as he teased me. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t mind my sharing relevant information about you, because you’re not worried about that, but you really want me to share the good parts of my time with Cohen so you can get off to it?”
Yep.
Lying would not get me what I wanted, though, so I sighed and nodded, blushing even more as he laughed and hugged me tight.
I was a dirty sub…but he didn’t seem to take offense at that, so I found myself peeking up at his face to see if I could tell what he was thinking.
He was thinking something naughty.
“I think you’d love to hear how he fucked my face the other day, and I think he’d love to hear about how sexy you look in bunny jammies and a hard-on.” Bishop grinned before giving me another quick kiss. “So we’re not going to worry about oversharing unless it’s something personal, not sexual. Deal?”
Cohen had face fucked him?
“I bet he’s well-endowed, isn’t he? He’s always fully dressed in suits.” I realized as soon as the words escaped how random and inappropriate that’d been. Especially since I seemed to be rubbing against Bishop’s hard-on.
I should’ve probably been focused on Bishop’s…a cock in the hand was worth one with a bush…or something like that.
Eli kept quoting it, but he wasn’t always trustworthy.