Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Not every sub liked those kinds of scenes, but Orlando’s research made me think he’d have fun with something like that.
“I…” His arms shifted forward before he realized he’d released his hands and the way he looked down at his body like he wasn’t sure what he was doing nearly made me laugh. “I…yes…communication is important.”
Mumbling something about Terrence, I knew he was quoting something he’d overheard, but I missed the specifics. “Yes…he needs it.”
As I hoped Terrence’s advice had been helpful and not full of bullshit, Orlando’s mood shifted again and his gaze was filled with something closer to actual submission as he stared up at me. Wanting to push him deeper into what I thought would be an easier headspace to have the conversation in, I stroked down to the back of his neck and tightened my grip until it had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head from pleasure. “What does my naughty boy want? Hmm?”
Dropping my tone lower, I did my best to make sure he could hear control and desire in my voice. “Are you going to be my good boy?”
His shiver said yes.
His moan said yes.
His hips rocking said yes.
His words…
“Can I have a spanking tonight, Master?” His eyes were technically focused on me, but his gaze seemed hazy like he wasn’t fully based in reality any longer. “I want…I want to be your naughty boy and then have…and then get…”
As he stumbled for the words, I nodded slowly and took control of the conversation. “Does my sweet boy want to pretend to be a desperate little slut and get his tinglies?”
Hmm.
Was it possible the men in his family couldn’t distinguish between crazy women and dominant women?
Was that why things kept going so wrong for them?
Were the men all just masking in different ways because they had no idea what they actually needed?
Relief flashed through him and pulled me away from my mental wandering right before he got even more lost in the fantasy. “Yes, Master. Tinglies. I would like tinglies, please.”
Sexy as fuck.
And a wonderful plan.
“Such a good boy deserves a big, naughty reward.”
So it was time to work through the fucking list and make sure I knew the best way to fuck with him and hopefully give him the best orgasm of his life.
Chapter 15
Orlando
“Are we sure calling you a slut won’t upset you?” Master was probably just fucking with me because something about the word made me squirm, but knowing that didn’t make it any less erotic.
Especially because his hands had slowly started wandering lower once we’d made it through the where could he touch section.
Everywhere.
Anywhere and everywhere.
But he hadn’t really gotten close to the everywhere parts yet. He made it sound like we weren’t going slow, but I wasn’t sure we were going fast either.
“I like the word when you say it.” Mostly because he just looked at me different from anyone else. Did he need to hear that? I thought he’d just been fucking with me but maybe it was more than that. “Can…can I ask you a question, Master?”
Terrence and the internet said that was acceptable, but I hadn’t done it as we’d gone through the list. I could clearly see what he’d checked and how he’d responded, but so far, he was the only one asking questions and I was starting to think that was making him nervous.
Doms worried.
Terrence had told that to Leander several times.
“Yes.” Something must’ve pleased him because he leaned down and kissed my neck, a wonderful new addition to his regular kisses since we’d gone through the touch section. “You may ask me anything you’d like.”
Yeah, he’d like questions.
Okay.
Had to make my brain work better so it made sense.
“Does the word make you uncomfortable?” Was that the right way to ask it? “I thought you were just teasing me at first because…because you like it when I squirm, but I feel like I need to clarify that now.”
Ha.
Full sentences.
Oh.
He went still.
As I tried not to panic, he finally went back to nuzzling against me and seemed to be processing whatever had come to mind when I’d asked the possibly confusing question. After a bit, he distracted himself by nibbling up my neck until he got to my ear. “It might be both. You’re right. I do love making you squirm and fight the urge to grab yourself, but I was probably worrying more than I needed to.”
Okay, so I wasn’t wrong but had he said what the problem was?
If I was going to get spanked by him, I should be able to ask that, right?
Communication before naked fun.
“Um, why were you worrying?” I could ask that. I could ask that. I could ask that. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Shoot.
Panicked.
Master chuckled but didn’t pull away or tell me I was wrong. “Such a good boy. I’ve been in situations in the past where word choices like slut upset partners in the moment even though they’d said it was fine.”