Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
So not all places?
I was assuming I knew where he was going with that, so I nodded. “I’m green with feeling those kisses.”
And with exploring anything else that came up.
I wasn’t quite at the tell his mother we were having sex phase, but I was at the show my partner I was committed and attracted to him phase.
“Are you green with going upstairs to explore kisses?” Rocking his hips forward again, probably to make sure I knew what he was talking about, Teddy finally reached my ear and nibbled as he whispered. “I think I’d like some privacy for that.”
Absolutely.
“I think that’s a wonderful plan, but you have to walk up the stairs first so I can fantasize about spanking you.” He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to laugh or moan, but it wasn’t a no or a safeword. “I’m going to think about spanking a sexy pink bottom while I’m kissing all kinds of places.”
His squeak said that was an interesting idea but he was still clearly nervous about it. “How…how pink?”
It seemed to be a question about how hard I’d spank him, so I ran my hands down his ass and squeezed one cheek. “Just a little bit the first time…pretty enough to give you some sexy color and to make you squirm and hump my lap.”
That had his entire body clenching like he was imagining how it would feel. “Would…would you really kiss it after…after my spanking?”
“Oh yes, I’d stretch you out and kiss you and nibble on that sexy pink bottom of yours until I made you hump the bed and beg to come.” Massaging his cheek, I kissed his head and rocked forward to show him how turned on I was too. “You’d have to decide if you wanted to come during your spanking or afterward when I was giving you kisses…unless you’re so good you deserve both.”
Tightening around me, Teddy squirmed and whined again, responding without words before he could get more out. “I…I want to be good for you, Daddy.”
Patting him just hard enough to remind him what we were talking about, I hummed and tried to sound thoughtful. “Well, if you were my good boy getting a spanking just to make me happy, I might be very generous with your orgasms, but if you were a naughty boy who needed to be punished, I might make you work for it.”
What kind of scene did he want?
He was an adorably cheeky brat when he wanted to be, but he was also a praise junkie who loved being told how good he was.
His squirms said they were both tempting but as he pressed his face tighter against my neck and shivered, he seemed to have made up his mind. “I want to be your good boy and make you happy.”
Since we’d already discussed him being curious about spankings, I knew he wasn’t doing it just to make me happy. “You’d be my good boy and stretch out over my lap so I could run my hands over you and spank your bottom?”
What kind of limits would he have with that play?
The way he nodded against me was confident enough to push the fantasy further. “Would my good boy let me squeeze his bottom and play with it or should Daddy just give it spanks?”
A squeak wasn’t exactly a verbal response, but it wasn’t a safeword.
“I…I’d let you play with…with me.” Shivering again, Teddy sank deeper into the fantasy. “You…you like my bottom and you’d…you’d want to play with it too.”
“That’s right.” Running my hand over his ass, I made sure he heard how much I wanted him in my voice. “But we both have limits and we go at our own pace.”
His groan that time was filled with frustration and I had to fight the urge to laugh. “You’re going to make me talk about it.”
It sounded like Chipmunk wanted to stomp his foot as he pulled back and frowned at me. “That’s not nice.”
Adorable.
“If you only want kisses, I can be very nice.” Giving him a nudge had him standing up in front of me and crossing his arms. “We’ve had enough conversations about kisses that I can have fun putting my lips all over my boy.”
And I started that game by standing up and giving him a quick peck.
He was doing his best to still be frustrated with me, but part of him clearly wanted to throw himself at me and get more kisses. He was barely holding himself back and I could see his desire for kisses waring with his embarrassment.
Which would win, though?
“You’re cheating.” It seemed like more kisses was winning as he whirled around and started stomping through the house. “I wanted kisses and then you made me want other stuff, but I gotta talk about the other stuff.”