Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I…I don’t want our date to be over yet.” Yes, brave. I could do it. I could tell Master Ansel what I wanted. Austin said he wouldn’t do anything without clear input from me. He’d said that if I wanted to be spanked or lick his chest or get a good orgasm, I had to let Master Ansel know.
Or I’d end up going home and jerking off alone.
Austin might’ve nearly given me a heart attack from his delivery—because he’d used much more colorful words to get his point across—but I knew he was right.
Master Ansel was nice and that could be dangerous.
Luckily, he wasn’t too nice because he squeezed my hand and looked very naughty as he grinned. “That’s good to know, sweetie. Thank you for being brave and letting me know.”
I’d admit to being tiny brave but I needed to be big brave to get a spanking.
Shoot.
I probably had to be big to get a spanking too.
Trying to push my little side to the back of my head since that would not help me get what I wanted, I stood straighter and inched closer to Master Ansel so his arm brushed mine. He was so big. Yes. That was what I needed to focus on. My big alpha Master. He was tall and cuddlable and Austin said he had tattoos.
Feeding the naughty side of me fun bits of fantasy to keep the worrying side at bay, I thought about how good it’d felt to be held when we’d been at the club earlier. “Can we…can we go back to the club? I mean, and go inside. Together.”
God, I sounded like an idiot.
He pretended not to notice, though, which just showed how nice he was.
“Yes, should we see who’s around to talk to or would you like to go have fun in the playroom?” He gave me a glance and looked very sweet and thoughtful. “Maybe Jarrett has something cute we could borrow for you to wear?”
Yep, nice was very dangerous.
But Master said I was brave.
Brave subs got rewards.
They just had to find the right words to explain what they wanted.
Where was Austin when I needed him?
Okay, I could do it.
“I was…I thought we could go find…we could…” Not good. Not good. “There are private rooms, Master.”
Oops.
Not the right place for that word.
But thankfully, the closest couple to us was lost in their own world and I’d kind of been whispering. Mostly, I was just quiet really. Not sounding too nervous. Nope. I was brave.
“I think that sounds like a good plan.” Master’s voice was even and relaxed but it seemed like he’d needed to work at it.
Was Master thinking about doing naughty things with me?
He wanted to keep me.
He’d already said he liked contracts and shy subs that got to be not shy and he liked that I liked his muscles.
Master had big muscles.
Yes, I’d think about that and not my words.
“Masters…it’s okay for Masters to make good plans.” Maybe I should’ve thought more about the words but muscles were much nicer. They could be touched and kissed and licked and touched. “Austin…Austin said you might have tattoos but he didn’t know.”
Master groaned, but as we got to his car, he pulled me into his arms. “Austin is very chatty.”
That made me laugh but it turned into a moan as he hugged me tight, pressing my body against his. Master seemed to like that, though, because he made a low, sexy sound as I snuggled closer. He even kissed my head again. “Would you like to get a private room and discover the answer to that question?”
Oh, yes.
I managed a nod but I wasn’t sure I should trust my mouth to say too much more. “Yes, Master.”
Short. Sweet. To the point. Not stupid.
“Thank you for making that very clear, sweetie.” Master’s hand stroked my back and he sent a shiver through me as he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Would you like to have some exploring time with your Master since you’ve been so good?”
I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped. I knew what that meant and it sent need flooding through me. “I…I don’t want to rush you, Master. You…you have limits too.”
I could remember that.
Yes, we didn’t have to rush.
“Oh, sweetie. Please rush me.” His sexy response made me giggle even though he made me achingly hard. “Please kiss me. Please lick me. Please show me that sweet, naughty side you’ve been hiding away.”
Part of me was blushing and nervous but a bigger part wanted to squirm against him and to just stop thinking.
It’d been so long since a Dom had held me and even longer since it’d felt safe enough to let that side of me peek out. But Master Ansel was…he was nice and safe and he liked naughty boys.
“I…I like making you happy.” Oh, that wasn’t good. That wasn’t what a nice Dom wanted to hear. Shoot. It sounded like I didn’t want to do it for me too. “I…I want to be happy too.”