Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Cohen barked out a laugh as we reached what seemed to be his bedroom door. “I can understand that. When I was younger, I was at a club and overheard two guys negotiating a scene. Both guys seemed nice, no red flags, but the sub had a list of vegetables based on what he liked and what he hated.”
Oh god, that would’ve been terrible.
My snicker had Cohen nodding with an ear-to-ear grin. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page with that idea. I panicked just thinking about how I’d remember everything and ended up leaving the club early without meeting anyone.”
Laughing, I nodded. “That’s way too much pressure to put on a new Dom.”
It was too much pressure to put on anyone, but I understood why some people liked unique safewords.
“I would have to agree.” His teasing response had me chuckling again, and as he stepped away from me and set the bag down on his bed, I had to think about why I’d been nervous to begin with.
This was Cohen and nothing he’d done said he was an asshole or lying.
There’d been no red flags at all…which in some cases would’ve been a red flag…but not with Cohen.
“Let’s see what your pup looks like.” The way he confidently started pulling my gear out said he knew I was still nervous, but he didn’t let that stop him.
I had my safewords.
Right now I just needed his take-charge attitude and his laid-back confidence to feed my own…and I was so glad I didn’t have to ask for it.
Of course, the first thing he had to pull out was my hood.
“Oh, you’re a boxer.” I nodded, but he was completely distracted and didn’t seem to notice. He traced over the brown and black panels that made up my hood, studying it from different angles before smiling at me. “You’re going to look so cute.”
He gave me another big grin as he went back to studying my hood. “Years ago I had a neighbor who had a boxer. It was sweet and strong and absolute chaos when it got excited in the house.”
Cohen’s teasing grin said he was imagining me like that and I found my cheeks heating up again because he wasn’t exactly wrong. “I can’t wait to see it on you.”
The sincerity in his voice was impossible to miss and settled the butterflies in my stomach down to a manageable level.
“What else is there?” Thankfully, it seemed to be a rhetorical question, so I let him start pulling out my tails and my mitts, trying not to blush any deeper.
I failed miserably as he grinned and wagged the tail that was attached to a plug, but something about the teasing twinkle in his eyes made it impossible to stay embarrassed. I was, however, glad when he went back to looking at the gear without my having to respond.
There didn’t seem to be a smooth way of saying I was excited to wag my tail for him.
He didn’t mind my silence, though. He just kept excitedly pulling out more gear as well as the lube I’d tossed in earlier. “Ah, knee pads and clothes, oh, and a harness, that’ll be nice for another time. I bet you look strong and sexy in that. Toys. Very good.”
The tight compression wear matched my hood, but I wasn’t sure if I would be wearing it tonight…because Cohen wanted to see me wag my tail.
Literally and figuratively.
He wanted to see my pup play and cuddle…and he wanted to see me get turned on.
Well, he was going to get to see that in a minute when he took my clothes off, but he was aiming to have more than just the chance to check out my package.
My hard package.
Because there was nothing sexier than calm confidence, and Cohen had that in spades.
When he’d checked out everything, studying it as well as playfully teasing me with it, he spread out the gear and nodded to himself. “Very good.”
Had he decided something…imagined something?
Licking my lips, I thought about asking but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate, so I just waited.
Once he’d gone over whatever he planned, he nodded again and set my clothes back in the bag before he turned to me. “Ready, pup?”
What he was imagining was obvious to an extent, so I tried to answer in words, but that didn’t really work. Trying again, I managed to make my head give the right motion, but the smile in his eyes said I wasn’t hiding my nerves very well.
Instead of second-guessing me, he stepped closer and kissed my forehead. When I took a deep breath and leaned into him, he let out a soft, relieved sound before reaching for my T-shirt and slowly inching it up my chest.
Logically I knew he was giving me time to safeword, but the gentle way he touched me sent a shiver through me. Cohen let out another sound, pleased and happy this time, and slowed even more, trailing fingers along my arms as he dragged out the sexy touch.