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)
Ruslan paused before taking a deep breath, that time sounding like he was pumping himself up in his mind. “I’m going to kneel.”
Just not right away based on how he stayed curled up against me.
Since it looked like he’d used some bravery, I kissed him again. “Then I’m going to reward you for doing something hard by giving you options for an even better reward once we’ve had time to talk.”
We couldn’t go over everything, but as long as we made good progress, I would be happy…and more relaxed when we made out and he started grinding on me.
He seemed to be doing his best to ignore the shiver that raced through him because he nodded slowly and worked at sounding relaxed. “I think that’s a very good plan. Thank you.”
He was such an adorable nut.
“I’m glad we’ve got it worked out.” Rubbing his back, I gave him another hug and kissed his forehead as I inched away from him so he’d have to shift.
That got me a fairly quiet huff, but he sat up slowly without safewording or a pout. I thought that was good enough to ignore too, so I kissed his cheek. “Do you have a specific cushion we should use or will one from the couch work?”
He blushed unexpectedly. “I’ve…I’ve never invited a Dom over before to do a scene in my house, so I never needed a real kneeling cushion.”
Oh.
Leaning closer again, I brushed my lips against his. “Thank you for letting me come into your space. It means a lot to me.”
It made his blush deepen, but he seemed to appreciate the sentiment because he kissed my cheek. “You’re welcome, Daddy.”
I was Daddy again because his emotions were higher?
“Such a good boy…and very sweet.” And just a tad insane, but that was just spice to make a sub more interesting, so I wouldn’t have expected any less from the sexiest professor on campus.
“I’m sweet? I can’t decide if you’re trying to help me remember that I want to be good or if you’re delusional.” His slightly dry response had me trying not to laugh.
“That doesn’t sound like you’re talking very nicely about my boy. Do we need to add talking nicely to our discussion list for tonight?” His wonderfully dramatic groan had me biting my lips to hold back a laugh.
“No, Daddy. I’ll remember.” Sighing, he dropped his voice to a mumbled whisper. “Because that sounds terrible.”
His drama was going to get him in trouble once I figured out the right punishment.
“Hmm? Did you say something?” My politely delivered question had him sighing. “No?”
“No, Daddy. I must’ve been talking to myself. I’m sorry.” He was trying to sound very innocent, but it wasn’t working.
Ruslan realized that too because his plan to distract me was to kneel. “I almost forgot what we were doing, Daddy.”
Out of the frying pan and into the fire?
I wasn’t going to question his logic, though, because I couldn’t wait to see him between my legs. So as he rose, frowning like he’d just realized what he’d jumped into, I picked up one of the small, firm pillows from the edge of the couch. “This will work until I get you something more comfortable. When your legs start to get uncomfortable, you’ll let me know.”
Ruslan nodded absentmindedly as he lowered himself gracefully to the floor, but I wasn’t sure he was hearing what I’d actually said. So when he was beautifully kneeling between my legs, I ignored the sexy sight in front of me to cup his chin and keep his gaze on mine. “Uncomfortable is the stopping point, not pain or hurting. I want to enjoy my evening with you and that won’t happen if you’re hurting.”
He went very still before nodding more earnestly. “Yes, Sir. Uncomfortable is the stopping point.”
“That’s right.” Releasing his chin, I teased along his jaw until I was petting around his ear. “If I want you to ache, I’ll let you know.”
He’d already talked about his love of pain in a vague, slightly rambling way, so I wasn’t worried about hinting about it as I teased him…and the shiver that raced through his body said I’d gotten it just right. “I… Yes, Sir.”
So cute.
“Good boy.” Leaning in, I gave him a gentle kiss before sliding my tongue between his lips and making love to his mouth for a few seconds. As I pulled away, he was looking beautifully fuzzy-brained and much less stressed. “You look so sexy kneeling for me.”
The quiet, needy sound that escaped him said we’d finally gotten him to a better headspace. Keeping him there might be an impossible task, but conversations needed to be had before I could decide how to play with my shy, obviously kinky cutie.
Chapter 9
Ruslan
Dante’s finger sent a shiver through me as he traced around my ear, but it was the utterly Dom expression on his face that made it hard to think. “I’ve imagined you like this more times than you could count.”