Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
So I spanked him.
Amazing.
Carefully measuring the impact, I gave each cheek one spank and waited to let his emotions come through the bond.
Pain.
Desire.
Heat.
Something confusing.
All seemed to have good associations with them, and as the sensations and feelings seemed to roll through him in waves, I listened to his sounds and his physical reactions as well.
Still pleasure.
Muscles clenched and his body tightened before going soft. His moan confirmed what my other senses had registered. “Daddy…”
Clearly I had performed my part of the game well.
“Attempting to distract me with your body is not acceptable, my mate.” Giving his bottom two additional spanks, I made a disappointed sound and frowned in case he could see me out of the corner of his eye. “Rubbing your cock against me…tempting me…such a naughty boy.”
Somehow, being naughty was his goal because it sent pleasure and some kind of embarrassed desire coursing through him. I didn’t have to understand his feelings to know how to react to them, however. My mate’s incredible mind was playing several visual examples of how I should proceed as he whined out a plea. “Daddy…I’ll…I’ll be good.”
His words did not match his thoughts or emotions, so I focused on them as I made another type of disappointed sound. “You’re going to try for me, aren’t you?”
Asking questions as I spanked him added new emotions coming through the bond, but the mix of mostly frustration and desire still indicated his desire for me to continue. I could only assume it was about having to use his brain in a different way than his body currently desired.
As he nodded, presumably agreeing to try to be good, I spanked him again and begun a slow rhythm that matched one image in his head. His moan deepened as I continued and something shifted in the game for him because soon most images faded and his thoughts were like clouds in the sky—fuzzy and unable to be touched.
That seemed to be time to end the spanking portion of the game, so I slowed my hand and gentled the impacts until I was just barely caressing over his pink cheeks. Wren’s breathing was deep and even, with nothing concerning health-wise or emotionally.
Provided the floating sensations were healthy for a dragon?
My new information was still integrating into my existing knowledge, so the best understanding I could find was a headspace like being little where the submissive partner received a unique kind of pleasure.
Had they picked up all this from breeding with humans?
Interacting with them?
Was it something we should’ve always known?
Questions continued to form, but before I could answer any of them, my mate stirred and made a soft pleased sigh. “Oh, Daddy…that was…you’re so good at that. I thought I’d just come at the end but that was even better.”
Relief and pride rushed through me earning a giggle from my mate. I simply shrugged. “Pleasing you gives me a variety of emotions.”
“I like that.” Groaning like he’d used his muscles strenuously, Wren rolled over and curled into my lap. “If I was a good boy then I want to come now, please.”
Chuckling, I kissed his head and snuggled him tight as he rubbed his face on my shoulder. “How would you like to come?”
The phrase was interesting, but I pushed my curiosity around its origin down and stayed focused on my mage. He was making adorable thinking sounds, not quite as youthful as he was before but still playful. “Can I lie on you and wiggle?”
The image in his head did not match that question in any way.
“Yes, my mate.” Based on the pictures he was sending, I shifted lower on the bed, enjoying his laughter when the movement rolled him onto my chest. “You’re very wiggly but I don’t see how this will lead to orgasms.”
His laughter was wonderful and spilled over into me. “Not like this, Daddy.”
Wren was doing his best to sound frustrated but his laughter and giggles made that impossible. Playing the game meant I needed to frown and look confused, so I tilted my head as I’d seen the other men in town called Daddies do. “Are you sure?”
Still making happy sounds, he nodded as he squirmed around and stretched his naked body down mine. The sensation was amazing and sent a shiver through me that gave his laughter a new sound…I was fairly certain the word naughty would apply. “Yes, I’m sure, Daddy.”
His inflection made the words sound teasing and in an instant his youthfulness was gone. A tempting predator was on top of me, but instead of being angry or frustrated, his behavior sent a rush of pleasure through me.
Having a mate was unlike anything I’d ever imagined.
“I think you’ll need to show me, my mate.” Pretending to be confused and uninformed, I shrugged. “I just don’t understand.”
He was enjoying this part of our game because even when he attempted to look serious, laughter still filled his mind. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll show you.”