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)
Curling back into him so I didn’t have to look at him as I spoke, I stroked his chest as I snuggled against him and ignored how our dicks were pressed together. “Do you…do you want to go out some other time this weekend? I know you probably have plans, and I don’t want to—”
His finger brushed under my chin, encouraging me to look up again and thankfully cutting off my rambling question. When I was looking up his chest, he smiled and nodded. “Yes, I would love to go out with you this weekend. How about we have breakfast together and then a late lunch? Unless you want to get rid of me to run errands or get stuff done?”
Shaking my head, I let my question pop out and tried not to worry. “Are you seeing Cohen later?”
Was that the reason he’d suggested lunch?
Was that rude to ask?
Was I being nosy or weird?
Bishop nodded, looking relaxed as he stroked my head. “Yes, we’re having a late dinner and will probably pretend to watch a movie as I tell him all about how cute you are and how much fun I had with you. Is that okay to share with him?”
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?”