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)
Rewards were amazing…hopefully.
Once I’d actually gotten one, I knew it was going to be amazing.
Chapter 14
Bastian
“You…you need to make sure I know how to be a good boy who gets rewards, though.” Looking eager and not nearly as worried as I thought he might end up being, Orlando glanced between me and the list. “My job is to answer honestly and yours is to make sure I have clear instructions.”
It might’ve been slightly manipulative, but I thought he was leaning more toward being sincere when he explained our roles.
“I read…I read a post from a guy…a sub…who had a relationship go bad and he said it was because they didn’t communicate right and it always felt like he had to read the Dom’s mind to figure out what he wanted.” Orlando’s exploration into BDSM seemed to have been less about porn and more about first-person accounts of how it made other people feel.
I wasn’t sure how much that had influenced his own desires, but so far, I was glad he’d learned the most important aspects of a relationship like this…communication.
“I think a lot of people run into relationships like that on both sides, but you and I are both good at communicating when it comes to talking about what we need and want.” It seemed that way, at least. “We’re just taking that same idea to the next level.”
Nodding slowly, he focused back on the list. “Having it written out is nice and kind of strange. I’ve never had a list of stuff like this to talk about with anyone I wanted to…well…you know…I’m not sure how it would feel with someone else but you make it easy.”
He studied one of the limits for a second before he looked at me again. “Is this supposed to be harder?”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking, but knowing how much of a people pleaser he was, I wanted to answer it carefully. “Everyone feels differently about situations like this. I’m more of a fuck it if they don’t like me kind of person most of the time.”
That got a grin from him and a quiet snicker, pushing me to lean over and kiss his head. “Most of the time.”
Not with Orlando, but I was pretty sure he knew that.
“But I think for you, if you were truly uncomfortable going over the list with someone you were talking about doing a scene with, that means you weren’t supposed to do a scene with them.” When his family wasn’t fucking with him, Orlando had good instincts about what he wanted. “Just go with your gut and listen to that little voice that tells you if something is right or wrong.”
Something about his expression made me think he took the advice seriously, but it quickly shifted to something more mischievous as he gave me a quick peck. “Remember that later.”
Lord.
“I don’t want to know what you’ve done.” It was time for a distraction so he didn’t end up talking me into a punishment instead. “List time.”
Shifting my position so my legs were wrapped around him, I pointed to the top of the list. “These are in a slightly different order than I would’ve put them, but random works for the moment.”
Giving me a snicker, he wiggled in what seemed to be an attempt to get me to hold him tighter. “The person who made the list likes spankings.”
They seemed to enjoy a variety of impact play scenes, but most were so mild I thought Orlando would at least want to explore a few. “You’ve been very curious about going over my lap.”
Positioning my legs closer, I started running one hand over his chest to see if he would like that. I knew I’d guessed what he needed correct when he let out a sigh and leaned into my touch. “So first question, would that be something you want to try eventually or would that be a maybe?”
I let him squirm and give me dramatic sound effects for several long moments but eventually he slumped into me and let out a long sigh. “Yes.”
So much ridiculousness for a simple answer that wasn’t a surprise.
“Okay, let’s check off spankings then.” His self-restraint wasn’t the best, so I picked up my pen. “Can I mark this off for you?”
Nodding, he seemed less conflicted about that answer. “Yes, thank you.”
He was wonderfully insane.
With one part handled, I set down the pen and kissed his head again. “I clearly need to ask more questions about this, so I can do that slowly and work my way through a variety of them or you can just tell me what’s on your mind.”
As I gave him space to think and waited quietly, he went back to his delightfully ridiculous sound effects. He technically looked like an adult, but when he started his wiggles and drama it pointed out how much he didn’t want to be the grown-up.