Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Tate managed not to moan, but it was a close call. Joel was still pretending to ignore it as he hummed and smiled. “Cookies. Movie time. Snuggles and kisses.”
Making another exaggerated thinking sound, Joel continued to wag his ass back and forth. “Tate be Master Tate?”
Yep, I knew something like that had been in the works.
Tate looked thoughtful and barely moaned as Joel continued his strategic wiggles. “I could ask for cookies?”
Giggles escaped Joel but he played along and tried to get them under control. “Yep. Master Tate good boy.”
They were both having a wonderful time but I couldn’t help wondering how long they were going to drag out the teasing. It felt like I was the one being edged, and I didn’t appreciate it. I also didn’t know where the game was going. I thought I did…but they liked surprising me.
“And I could ask to pick the movie?” Tate was enough of a control freak that I thought his enjoyment of his reward was genuine.
“Big special reward.” Joel continued his wiggles but punctuated his words with a cheek kiss. “Big.”
“Yes, I can see it’s a big reward.” Tate barely cut back a moan as he returned Joel’s cheek kiss. “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” Wearing a beaming smile, Joel seemed to be in no hurry to move and it was starting to make me wonder if Tate’s pain tolerance was higher than I’d realized.
“Snuggles and kisses are good too, but I think I get those just because.” Narrowing his eyes at Joel as the brat giggled, Tate huffed. “You can’t claim those as rewards.”
I wasn’t sure what Joel was thinking, but he found something hilarious and could barely get his response out. “Big big reward.”
Rolling his eyes, Tate gave him a very well-delivered you’re crazy look. “No. That’s my regular reward for being Master Tate.”
And he’d smoothly shifted the reward debate.
Amazing.
Joel appreciated it too based on the pitch his giggles got to. “Hmm…Special Master Tate?”
He was trying to be subtle but the laugher and grins weren’t helping. Tate was a very good Master, or something, and made a thinking sound as he pretended to consider what Joel was saying. “I guess my reward could be a special Master Tate kind of reward, but only if you think that’s fair.”
So giving him an out or just teasing him?
Both?
“Oh…” Joel pretended to think about it and shrugged after a few seconds of exaggerated frowning. “Yes. Tate gets a reward. Oh well.”
So subtle.
Tate was nearly snickering but he managed to hold it back as he nodded. “Thank you for being so understanding. I just hope you understand when I tell you that I think I want my reward to be spanking your bottom.”
Good grief.
“Oh well.” Joel shrugged again and managed to stop giggling long enough to deliver his lines. “Promised.”
So clearly, there was nothing he could do about it.
Somehow the scene or whatever we were calling little time had gotten completely out of hand, but they were both beyond excited with the way it’d gone. I was slightly confused. Not because Joel had managed to talk his way into a spanking…no, he’d been frustrated enough today and had wanted it long enough that the spanking itself made a lot of practical sense.
But he was still little.
Was that a thing?
I had a feeling I’d stuck to the more vanilla side of the Daddy and boy internet because the explanations I’d found online hadn’t included spanking playtime.
Fuck.
I was going to have to talk to the neighbors if my fascinating partners kept trying to expand the definition of age play.
Chapter 26
Tate
Dean’s eyes couldn’t have gotten any wider, but Joel was going all in on the spanking plan. He was wiggling his bottom and squeezing my dick like he thought that would help seal the deal. It had. But not in the let’s overwhelm the Dom so he makes bad decisions way I thought Joel had been going for.
No, I could still make good decisions no matter what he was doing to my erection, but it had let me know that little Joel had a naughty streak he was looking to indulge.
That was what I’d wanted to make sure we were on the same page with. Dean was slowly getting there if the way his gaze was bouncing back and forth was saying anything, but Joel didn’t always realize the signals he was sending.
But it seemed like we were all on the same page for the current signals.
Even Daddy Dean seemed to be clear on what we were doing even if he didn’t seem like he understood how we’d gotten there.
I kept expecting him to ask questions or try to slow things down. Him safewording wasn’t high on my what-might-happen list, but I had a feeling that we were inching out of his comfort zone. But from what we’d talked about and how he’d interacted with little Joel, I had a feeling it was about surprise, not fear.