Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Oh.
My heart skipped a beat, but I nodded. “We both use stoplight colors.”
“Good boy.” Somehow it didn’t sound condescending coming from him even though he was younger than me. In fact, I was having a very hard time remembering why asking to kneel for him would be a bad idea.
Because it would…right?
Stuff like that always went pear-shaped at the very best of times…but this was Dante.
When he finally made it over to the table, he stood right in front of me, making me look up at him. “You like being praised.”
He hadn’t actually asked a question, but I nodded anyway. “Yes.”
He was so…
When he started shaking his head, I completely lost track of what I’d been thinking. “How do you say it?”
I must’ve looked confused or stupid because he tried again. “When you respond, how do you answer me? Tell me what options would be polite.”
My brain went blank for about five seconds until reality popped into place again.
“Sir. I could have said Sir.” Swallowing as he nodded, I tried to make my brain work. “I could’ve called you Daddy.”
I liked both of those.
Oh, I probably needed to tell him that.
“I’d like calling you those.” That felt stupid, part of me could admit it, but another part of me just loved the pleased, proud look on his face so much I could’ve melted right there at his feet.
“Either of those would work.” He shifted and somehow seemed to get closer without actually stepping forward. “Let’s try it again. You like praise.”
Could he make me come just by doing this?
“Yes, Sir.” Oh, that was crazy. “Or…or I could’ve said yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Dante’s left hand slowly reached out and I knew he was going to touch my face, but I didn’t safeword.
I wanted him to touch me even though I wasn’t sure it was a good idea.
When his hand finally cupped my cheek, he caressed it softly with his thumb. “I’m not even going to try to hide how perfect that was…and I’m not going to hide what it does to me.”
No looking.
No looking.
No looking.
He chuckled. “Naughty boy. Yes, you made me hard.”
Oh, why had he told me that? Now he was making me even harder and my dick was very confused about what we were doing.
“I wasn’t going to look.” That seemed like something I shouldn’t have confessed but it jumped out before I could stop it.
“It’s okay to look.” We were talking about something ridiculous, but he kept sweetly caressing my cheek, making it even harder to think clearly. “I’m not going to hide anything from you, not what turns me on and not what I want to do with you…to you.”
That sent another shiver through me even though he hadn’t even said what he wanted to do.
“But I won’t do anything without your consent. Right now, I don’t even know your limits, so I’m going to ask if I can give you a very grown-up kiss, Ruslan.” He waited for a long heartbeat, probably giving me a chance to safeword, but I was still stuck on the “he was hard” part. “May I give you a kiss?”
Oh wow.
Dante wanted to kiss me.
“You know, if it weren’t for the look on your face, I’d worry about how long it was taking you to answer.” Dante’s cheeky comment snapped me back to reality. “There you are.”
I was an idiot.
But it was his fault I was stupid, so I wasn’t going to worry about it until later.
“You make me stupid when you say things like that.” Yep, I didn’t sound any smarter when I confessed it either. “Yes, you can kiss me, Sir.”
He liked that I remembered.
Passion flared in his eyes and I could see his inner Dom firing through him. “Such a good boy.”
Good boys got rewarded.
Bits of that conversation flashed through my mind as he slowly leaned down, almost blanketing me with his body he was so close. But I loved the illusion of being trapped and being his. It got even more incredible when his hand tightened on me and his lips brushed against mine.
Before I could even get a whine out, because I desperately wanted more, he made a pleased sound and his tongue stroked against my lips. “Open for me. Be my good boy.”
All I could do was obey and do my best not to explode.
The not-exploding part was harder than he probably thought.
He moaned as his tongue brushed mine, gently fucking my mouth as I shivered and somehow got even harder. I loved the way he didn’t pretend to be this stoic, silent Dom. His desire was obvious in every pleased, sexy sound and I couldn’t have questioned how turned on he was if I’d tried.
I thought it couldn’t get any better, but then he brought his other hand to my neck and started petting me slowly. I couldn’t have said why, but it made me think of collars and being tied down and being completely his.