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)
“We might say that edging yourself will always be okay during those times but you only get one orgasm a week.” He had shock going through me and I could feel my eyes going wide. He chuckled, clearly aware of how he’d surprised me. “If we have strict rules for your orgasms and how you can pleasure yourself, or you might just be allowed to practice your oral skills on a dildo, but you couldn’t touch your cock. See? There are always ways to feed your inner needy attention whore side.”
As I was just stunned stupid—and really turned on—Master gave me a quick kiss. “We just need to figure out how much domination you want and where the happy medium will be for us.”
It was so logical and erotic that I almost missed an important part.
“Master, how much of my submission do you want?” Had he mentioned that? “What would you prefer?”
A sheepish smile flashed across his face making me want to lean in and kiss him that time. “I’m falling into a mental pattern of…let’s call it helicopter domination and I’m going to work on that. Since it seems like I’m leaning toward the impractical side of the spectrum when I think about our relationship, I’m going to need your help so I don’t make you uncomfortable.”
It was a very polite way of saying he wanted to take over my life.
Aww.
Master wanted to be my Master or Daddy all of the time.
“I…I’ll try hard to be a good helper.” Ugh, I shouldn’t lie to Master. “But…but I kind of like how Malcolm is always Jack’s Daddy and Dom. So, I might have to work hard at remembering we need balance.”
Or limits?
There might’ve been a better word but I couldn’t find it fast enough.
Master chuckled, but he looked pleased, not like he thought I was silly. “Oh, don’t tell me that. You’re just going to feed the irrational Dom inside who wants to hover over you.”
I was having a hard time remembering why that would be a bad thing.
“We’re…we’re supposed to want balance, right?” I thought that was an appropriate response but Master frowned.
“I think I’m supposed to say yes, but I had a very hard time not texting you too much over the last few days and I kept wanting to ask you what you were doing.” He almost looked like he wanted to pout before he took a deep breath. “But I don’t want to walk all over your boundaries and drive you crazy.”
“Which is why you need my limits.” Now I was the one pouting. “Just thinking about it makes me want to hide in little headspace.”
Master chuckled before letting his fingers brush over my nipple. “But then I probably couldn’t give you the orgasm you said you wanted.”
I’d said that?
Shoot.
“Um.” That wasn’t the easiest part to focus on, so I responded to the one that made me slightly less anxious. “I don’t have anything against fun grown-up stuff during little time, but it’s not really something I think about. Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” He kissed my forehead. “And you did a wonderful job of starting to explain your little limits. You told me that you didn’t mind it but it wasn’t what you needed during that time.”
Master looked prouder of me than I probably deserved, but I liked the praise anyway. “Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome.” He gave me another peck, still looking pleased. “And that definitely earns a reward.”
The kisses anywhere kind of reward?
A needy sound escaped as I was focusing on sitting still for him, and it got me a sexy smirk. “Such a good boy.”
That sounded wonderful…but like more conversations were going to be required.
“I want to be good for you, Master.” I just wasn’t sure I was going to succeed on that all the time.
“I know you do.” His gentle touch moved back up to my neck and head instead of going lower where I desperately wanted it. “But that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy.”
He was smart and sexy.
But if I wanted an orgasm, I needed to step it up and show him I was functional.
“I’ll work hard and I’ll ask good questions. Like…like I want to know more about your limits, Master.” Yes, we kept forgetting that. Master liked talking about me and not himself. “You told me about what you were comfortable doing to me, but what are your limits about you?”
Yes, listening to him talk about his own body and limits sounded much less stress-inducing.
“Good point.” It also got me a quick kiss as his brows pulled together and he considered my question. “The first thing that comes to mind in a general sense is that I prefer to wait for penetrative sex until I know my partner better.”
It wasn’t where I thought he’d start, but it seemed reasonable based on what he’d said earlier. Before I could tell him that, though, he kept explaining. “It’s not a prude thing, it’s closer to an emotionally a demi thing? I don’t know how to explain it where I don’t sound weird.”