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)
Like going fishing.
“Then there’s nothing you can do about it.” Bastian’s shrug had me trying not to laugh. “You’ve got to be nice to me. Especially since we haven’t been dating that long.”
He was right.
It was brilliant.
“But…” There was a part two to our problem. He could fix that one too. “What about my fun stuff?”
Bastian blinked a few times before his Daddy side seemed to take over. “Did Trippy pick out some fun stuff to decorate the tree with?”
“Yes.” He was really smart. “Where does that go? It doesn’t match.”
Daddy Bastian was a fast thinker. “Is that another reason why you haven’t put anything up?”
“Yeah.” It was better to do nothing than do everything wrong. “They’re fun and lots of colors.”
Because little me liked gaudy things…which probably shouldn’t have surprised me based on what my mother had said about my decorating tendences as a child.
“We’ll put those at my house.” He fixed things so fast, I knew I should’ve told him sooner. “Trippy stuff at my house this year and next year if you have your…study fixed up then we can put them in there if you’d like.”
“Both.” Yes. “Next year we can do both.”
Playroom decorations and Daddy decorations and pretty ones.
“Then we have a plan.” His smile said he liked the plan. “Now I just have to think about rewards because you did a very good job of telling me what the problem was.”
I liked being good…and I liked rewards.
“But you’re going to remember that we don’t do anything we don’t want to.” Yes, reminding him of that meant I didn’t have to worry. He had safewords too.
And he’d already promised to kiss me later…so whatever happened after that was up to him.
“That’s right.” Bastian was watching me a little too closely, but I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “We both have safewords and we both know you’re a curious boy.”
Oh.
Well.
Yes.
“I remember them.” I wasn’t sure if I should comment on the other part or not. “But you have limits too and you’re important.”
For some reason he smiled, but it might’ve been because I reminded him that he was important too. Bastian had a tendency to put other people first, and I liked it when I was first, but I had to be careful for him since he couldn’t do it himself.
“I promise I will not go past my own limits.” Reaching out, Bastian took my hand and it didn’t feel like he was my grandma that time.
I felt very grown-up.
“We’ll just do a little bit of exploring and we’ll remember our colors.”
Safewords.
Bastian wanted us to remember our safewords.
“Those…those can be for anything…like talking and stuff like that.” There had to be something else non-touching like talking. “You know that too.”
Nodding slowly, Bastian’s fingers started gently caressing my fingers. “And we can use safewords for physical things as well.”
Swallowing hard, I tried not to squirm but my pants were getting a lot tighter than they had been when I’d put them on for our date.
“They…they can.” But he was important too. “But no matter what you have to remember yours too.”
I could remember mine, but this was Bastian.
“I promise.” Bastian’s firm tone settled some of my worries but it also made the pants problem worse. “I’m just going to have fun rewarding a good boy.”
“I…I like rewards.” That was probably important to make sure he knew. “And…and I’m not scared.”
Of spankings or anything else Terrence had talked about.
Some of the stuff I’d seen online might’ve made me nervous, but nothing I’d talked about with Bastian scared me.
“I’m glad you’re not scared, but a few butterflies in your stomach isn’t a bad thing.” Bastian smirked as his gaze dropped, so it looked like he could see through the table.
Wiggling.
I was wiggling.
Had he guessed the problem wasn’t butterflies?
Shoot. I did it again.
Sitting still was painful and so were my pants…but I did it and didn’t grab myself.
Just to fix my pants…not to play with myself.
Either way, it meant I should get another reward for being good, though.
I just had to figure out how to explain that without talking about orgasms in public. I wasn’t sure exactly what made a boy good enough to get that kind of reward, but I was fairly certain talking about it when our waiter was coming up wouldn’t be a good idea.
Oh dear.
When had cousin Emilia started working there?
I really had too many relatives.
Chapter 12
Bastian
“I was very polite even when Emilia was a pain in the butt.” Aiming wide eyes at me that were definitely over-the-top, Orlando glanced between the houses as I finally pulled up in the driveway. “And we both played dumb really well, so it didn’t look manufactured at all.”
I was pretty sure that was because we both considered it a real date and not a fake one. But he wasn’t ready to stop the game yet, so I wasn’t in any rush to bring up reality. His brand of ridiculousness was much more entertaining than his family’s.