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)
Bastian was still blinking and looking like his brain hadn’t caught up to reality, so I was patient and went back to sitting very still. “I’m green on that as long as I don’t have to actually get fat. I had that awkward phase in middle school and I’m not doing that again.”
“You don’t have to gain weight. It’s mostly just the idea of knocking you…well…impregnating a partner that’s arousing.” Bastian caught himself but he let the good part escape.
He wanted to breed me.
That would definitely involve his dick in my ass unless he wanted to play those medical games that guy had posted about online.
Better check.
Stirrups weren’t sexy…they were kind of scary.
Nope.
Not on the list so I’d worry about that later.
“What was that face for?” Bastian seemed like he was trying not to laugh as his hand ran down and rubbed my back. “Were you worried about something?”
Would it sound crazy?
“You have to promise not to laugh.” Everybody laughed at me and I wasn’t sure I wanted this to be one of those times.
“Promise.” Bastian frowned, but it didn’t look like he was mad at me. “Baby, no matter what you were worried about or what you were concerned might be on the list, I won’t laugh at you. We’ll be silly about this stuff sometimes, but if there is something that you really don’t want to do, we’ll take it seriously.”
Bastian had teased me when I was little, but I really couldn’t remember him being mean as I’d gotten older. Sure, he’d ignored me when I’d been annoying but that was just an age difference thing and I’d done something similar to other people’s kids when I’d been that age.
“Okay.” It wasn’t ridiculous. Everyone had kinks and scenes they didn’t want to do. “I found a guy online who talks about stuff he and his partner have done. Scenes and stuff they’ve explored. They did one where they played in a room that looked kind of like a doctor’s office with stirrups and things like that. He liked it but I didn’t like it.”
I was glad he’d found something he’d liked, but it hadn’t made me curious like some of the stuff Terrence had talked about.
“First of all, playing doctor can be something we mark as a red activity and we don’t have to do it.” Bastian’s easy acceptance and just the matter-of-fact way he responded made my stomach less whirly. “Secondly, while I could be the doctor if that was something you wanted to explore, it’s not where my kinks align. I don’t dislike the idea, but it’s not something I’m pushed toward.”
Good.
“When you talked about that kind of scene, I thought about how it would work and then my brain filled in the gaps of how it would go if you wanted to do that but didn’t actually want to…you know…put your cock in my ass.” Was that a rude way to say it? “Penetrate me?”
Hmm.
“I don’t know how to say that without it sounding odd.” There were a lot of options—even I knew that—but none of them sounded right. “But you know what I mean.”
When Bastian finally smiled, it wasn’t because he thought I was ridiculous, it was a naughty grin that made him look sexy and slightly evil. “Well, if we’re talking about you being bent over like a good omega who’s begging to be bred by their alpha, then you might use the word mount or claim.”
Oh.
Just imagining how that would go had me flashing hot and cold and I was glad I was kneeling because my legs felt wobbly. “Those…those are good words.”
And not ones I’d ever had anyone say to me.
“We’ll have to think up some others for different situations, but my sweet boy probably shouldn’t say fuck or dirty words like that. Those are words for a Master.” Somehow Bastian had gone from, well, Bastian to Master so fast I wasn’t sure when it had happened.
“Most…most guys say…they use those words.” It seemed like a requirement to be a full-grown adult male unless I was dealing with a woman and she liked phrases like making love. Even Terrence said fuck. Especially when he had his toys out for his afternoon nap.
“You’re not most guys.” Master’s firm tone said there was no negotiating that part. “You’re my sweet boy. So little or big, you’re not going to use those words.”
I.
He.
That.
“Yes, Master.” Most subs online had glossed over the rules their Doms had made for them, but someone really should’ve pointed out how amazing it was. “I’ll be your sweet boy.”
His pleased hum sent a shiver through me and I might’ve moaned because his expression shifted to a sexy smirk. But the way he was watching me was so distracting I might’ve done something else without realizing it. “I’m very glad because I want to be able to reward my sweet boy.”