Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“No!” she cried.
That was the last thing she wanted. This was the last thing she wanted . . . him acting all apologetic and worried and not touching her.
He’d even put his cock away which was a total crime.
So she took matters into her own hands and crawled back onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.
“I take it back!”
“Take what back, baby?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her tight.
Okay, that felt much better.
“My safeword. I take back saying it. Sorry. I didn’t . . . sorry.”
“Shh. I want you to take a deep breath in and let it out slowly for me.”
She hadn’t felt this way in years. So panicky and upset.
Stressed.
He stood and she whimpered, trying to hold on tighter.
“It’s all right,” he told her. “I’m just moving to the couch so I can grab a blanket to wrap around you.”
He sat on the couch and grabbed the blanket off the back, wrapping it around her back. She hadn’t actually realized that she’d been shivering until then.
“You’re all right, baby. I have you. I’m here.”
“I want to be Pet again.”
When she was Pet she didn’t have to worry about anything.
She’d just had a momentary lapse in obedience.
“I should probably be punished.”
“Why would you be punished? I told you that you can always say your safeword without fear of retaliation.”
“No, not about saying my safeword,” she muttered. “For getting upset. For listening in. Only supposed to worry about things you tell me to worry about. I disobeyed.”
He was silent for a long moment before rocking her gently back and forth.
“I think I’ve put too much pressure on you,” he finally said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You can’t be perfect, baby. No one can. Everyone makes mistakes, messes up, does the wrong thing. And, in this case, I actually think it was me who was in the wrong.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I should have taken that call in private. Of course you couldn’t ignore what was being said when I used your name. That’s asking the impossible.”
She leaned back to peek up at him. “It really is.”
“Of course it is.” He grasped hold of her chin. “And while I can reassure you that there is nothing to be concerned about in meeting my family, I know that’s going to be a source of worry for anyone. Even though they will love you.”
“Of course they will. I’m amazing.”
Lies.
“I’d be concerned about meeting your family.”
“Why? You’d be every parent's dream boyfriend. Steady, reliable, smart, mature and handsome.”
“Is handsome an important trait for a parent’s dream boyfriend?”
“Well, it doesn’t hurt. And you don’t have to worry since my family is, uh, gone. I don’t really remember my dad, and after my mum died I went to live with my grandpa. He died just before I turned eighteen.”
Sort of the truth and sort of a lie.
Wasn’t she just stacking them up?
“Oh, baby. I wish that wasn’t the case. I wish I could meet the people who made such an amazing person as you.”
Shoot.
Is that how she was supposed to react? Was she meant to be excited about meeting his family?
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I should be happy to meet your family.”
“Hey,” he soothed. “It’s all right to be nervous. It just means that this is important to you.”
It did?
Oh. She hadn’t realized but she guessed he was right.
“But I am going to be there with you. I would never allow anyone to hurt you.”
Well. She could protect herself.
But she’d come to understand that no matter how often she told these guys that, they still wanted to take care of her.
“I know you wouldn’t.”
“That’s my baby.”
“Can we . . . I ruined the moment, didn’t I?” And now she was sad about that too.
“You didn’t ruin anything.”
“Yes, I did! We were playing and I was Pet and I was warming your cock and doing such a good job at it, I might add. And then I went and safeworded.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“You are?” she asked, amazed. “Why? We had to stop playing.”
“Because now I know that you will use it if you need to. And you trusted me to honor it. You didn’t try to hide that you were upset or that you needed a moment. And I’m so proud of you for that.”
It seemed silly to be pleased that he was proud of her for something like that. But she couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s fine to need a moment. To feel overwhelmed and unable to carry on. Okay?”
“Yes, but then . . . then everything stopped. You stopped touching me.”
“And you didn’t like that?” he questioned.
“No! Of course I didn’t like it. I wanted you to touch me. To hold me.”
“I understand that now. If you ever need to use your safeword again, I’ll ask you what you need straight away. Okay? I was just concerned that me touching you would make you more upset.”