Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
So not questions about us but practical things?
“Okay.” I could find opinions on that if he wanted me to. “I…I like knowing what you’re thinking.”
Yes, knowledge was good as long as he was making the decisions.
“I’m glad.” Still gently petting my neck, he took his time studying me. “Some things are going to be my decision, though, but I’ll explain what I’m thinking as long as it’s reasonable.”
“Sometimes it might not be reasonable?” My own brain filled in the blanks as I asked the question. “Like when we’re with people who don’t understand the dynamics or if something is happening fast?”
“Yes.” His pleased smile sent a rush of happiness through me. “Or if I think we need to wait until you’re in the right frame of mind.”
Oh yeah.
“That makes sense.” I wasn’t always the most logical person when I was overworked or frustrated. “Like how you put the child lock thing on Amazon so I have to ask before I buy stuff?”
Hmm.
His head cocked as he finally realized the implications of that. “Yeah, that’s a good example of how I was already dominating you.”
Yep.
“It’s annoying, but I kind of needed it.” I had impulse control issues when life got stressful. “I’ve got a savings account now and not as much weird shit randomly showing up.”
Boone’s smile went back to being happy and cute. “I’m proud of you for how well you’ve done with that. You did a good job understanding why I made the rule and submitting to it.”
That made my dick so hard it felt trapped and I had to adjust it, but as my hand shifted over, he shook his head. “No. Like Amazon, you’re going to need permission to play with that too.”
Wow.
As I just stared at him dumbfoundedly, he raised one eyebrow. “Do you agree to that rule?”
He was giving me orgasms, spankings, and more rules?
That meant he was going to keep me as his sub, right?
Chapter 5
Boone
I wasn’t sure if it was a better rule than the Amazon one or not, but something had him staring at me like I was an alien…a sexy alien, but still an alien.
Being patient was the only thing I could do since he wasn’t safewording or arguing, so I just stood there letting him process.
And process.
And process.
After what had to be at least thirty seconds, he came back to life and nodded slowly. “Subs get rules. That’s a common one.”
True.
“Are you saying that you agree to that rule and you understand why I’m making it?” My question had him starting to nod and then stopping.
So maybe?
“I agree. It’s going to be frustrating but it’s hot.” His unprompted response to explain at least part of what he was thinking made it easier to relax and wait for more. “Um, but you’re making it because you’re Type A and like to control random shit? Like the chore chart?”
The chore chart was not me controlling random shit.
“You bounce from one job to another without the chart and you never finish anything.” Before the chore chart, I used to find the bagged garbage left in the strangest places because he’d get distracted and wander off. “You like earning your stars.”
God, I really had been dominating him already.
“Yeah.” Wynn shrugged but his scrunched-up expression said he’d realized that too. “I like my stars. But I think we’re going to need to reevaluate my rewards now.”
Agreed.
“I think that’s a good idea.” Stroking my finger up his neck got another shiver from him. “Maybe we should pick out your favorite ways to orgasm?”
And his brain stopped again.
That time the break in reality only lasted about twenty seconds, so I thought we were making progress.
“What if you don’t like my favorites?” Wynn’s question made me think that he was picturing something specific, but I couldn’t think of anything weird enough for him to worry about it.
Maybe he wanted to come as a pup?
He’d liked the humping part.
“We’ll go over our limits, but I’m certain we can find options we’ll both enjoy.” Seeing might be believing, though, so I released the leash and draped it around his neck before reaching for the zipper on his costume. “You can list out your favorites…say the top five and that will give me plenty of options to choose from.”
His gaze dropped down and he watched the zipper slowly open as he stared with wide eyes. “I…I can make a list. But…but you have to tell me if I ask for something you don’t want to do with me.”
I was missing the subtext, but with Wynn, that didn’t surprise me.
“What could you want that might make me hesitate?” To me, the answer should’ve been related to something embarrassing like him having a secret thing for fucking himself with the zucchini, but I wasn’t sure what Wynn would say.
He made me be patient again, though, so I continued to ease the zipper down, making sure he had time to safeword if he needed to.