Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I thought that was debatable in Lorne’s case.
Carrick probably did too, based on how unapologetic he looked. The sexy bastard even reached up and ran his finger around Lorne’s ear, softly caressing the shell before working his way down our boy’s neck. “But once you guessed I had it waiting for you, smart boy, I had to tease you with it. I had to make you want it.”
Doms.
It was just a sexy way of saying he was enjoying fucking with Lorne, but it made our naughty boy melt.
“Sir.” There was a catch in his voice as he sighed. “I like being teased, honest.”
Sure he did.
This was ridiculous, but if this was how they wanted to relate to one another, they had my support as long as they didn’t expect to include me in the insanity. I just wanted to take care of my boy and maybe do some interesting things with his Master.
Cuddles and binkies and toys were much more enjoyable than fucking with one another.
“Then you’re not mad and you’re not going to pitch a fit anymore?” Carrick had somehow turned the whole situation around and had Lorne whimpering on his lap like he was one deep breath away from an orgasm.
He’d turned Lorne’s drama into a new way for the brat to be ogred.
It was impressive actually.
“No, Sir.” Lorne couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to apologize or orgasm and settled for curling into Carrick and looking at him with big, wide eyes. “Was I naughty, Sir? Did I make you mad?”
Was he hoping he’d been naughty?
It certainly felt like it and I had to resist the urge to remind them they couldn’t have sex until we’d gotten to know each other better…but maybe just a spanking?
Lorne probably needed a reminder that drama wouldn’t get him what he wanted.
Unless getting punished was what he wanted?
They were going to be exhausting to keep up with.
As Carrick shook his head, I could feel Lorne nearly holding his breath in anticipation of what his Master would say. “You didn’t make me mad, but that wasn’t very good behavior. Now, because it’s the first time you’ve been naughty, I won’t take away being able to see the dungeon and I won’t put off spanking you for a week or two to help you learn your lesson.”
Lorne went so still I wasn’t sure how Carrick resisted the urge to poke him.
“But I believe that denial and learning self-restraint are going to be good ways of handling fits, so think about that before you pout and stomp around the house again.” Carrick hadn’t even raised his voice or listed out corporal punishments, but the threat of denial had Lorne sucking in a breath.
“I won’t be that naughty again. Promise, Sir.” He kissed Carrick’s cheek before resting his head against his Master’s shoulder. “It’s hard to be good, though.”
Understatement of the year right there.
Carrick pressed his lips against Lorne’s head, a sweet gesture that had Lorne making another soft, needy sound. “But if you try, you’ll get good rewards from your mates. A nice spanking from me or maybe a special toy from your Daddy.”
That had our naughty boy giving a little wiggle as he peeked over at me, doing his best to look cute and innocent so I wouldn’t remember his drama. “I like toys, Daddy.”
The drama hadn’t been aimed at me, so I didn’t feel the need to punish him for it. “What else do you like? Do you just like big boy toys like your crafts? Do you like little boy toys and things like binkies?”
His nod was adorable but not helpful in the slightest.
It actually made Carrick chuckle, but he decided to be helpful as well. “Does that mean you like both? Are you a complicated little who likes all kinds of sparkly things?”
Lorne’s hand was creeping higher and the positioning screamed thumb-sucking before he pushed his hand down in his lap again. “Yes. I like crafts and beads and stickers and paint and glitter when I have my friends to play with.”
Ah.
Oh, glitter?
“But when it’s just your mates around, you might get younger?” I’d enjoyed watching him at what seemed to be the older end of his range, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t like giving him a bottle.
Lorne nodded slowly and his expression seemed to be shifting from cute and curious to slightly nervous.
Had other Doms reacted badly?
“Well, I can’t wait to play with you no matter how little or big you are.” Shrugging, I tried to make sure he knew I’d be fine either way. “You’ll just have to teach me how to tell if you want to play crafts or if you want to be cuddled and have books and bottle time.”
As he started to smile, I gave him a mock frown that got a giggle out of him. “But I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that word. I heard about the bakery.”