Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Master Dante seemed to think so too because he nibbled on my ear and made a pleased sound when I moaned. “I like seeing a sexy pink ass on display too. I bet yours will look beautiful.”
I…I wanted to look nice for him…and he couldn’t do that until I told him what my limits were.
Ugh.
It was the worst rock and hard place ever.
“Would…would seeing me pink be a reward for you?” We’d talked about what I liked as a reward but what about Master Dante?
His tongue decided it needed to play with me a little more before he answered, but it was worth being patient.
“A very good reward for me would be to see you with a pink ass and a hard cock after your spanking.” He gave a soft chuckle as I moaned. “For the best reward, I’d put you in a jock or something that highlighted both. Straps or restraints or something that decorated my sexy sub.”
“I…” The words got stuck as he nibbled on my ear, teasing me just enough to make me whine. “I want to make sure you’re happy too, Master. It’s…it’s not fair if we only focus on me.”
He made a hum of agreement and kissed right under my ear. “Because you’re a very good boy. Do you want to know something else I’d like? Something that would be fun for me?”
I managed a nod, but his kisses made getting an actual verbal answer out harder than he probably realized. Luckily for me, he didn’t need more words yet. “I’d like to control your orgasms. It would make me very happy to text you at night and tell you if you got to come or not…and if I got a text from you asking to be able to play with yourself and come, it’d make me so hard.”
I’d…
He’d…
“We could have a word or emoji you’d text me that let me know you were desperate enough to ask for an orgasm.” Master gave me another kiss, lower on my neck. “I’d be walking around campus or at work and your text would pop up. It could be something sweet and innocent like balloons and I’d know you wanted to be allowed to run your hand along your cock and to get hard.”
He…he had a very vivid imagination.
“I…I could send you texts.” I couldn’t be embarrassed or worried if I was just sending simple pictures, right? “But…but how would I know it was okay to text you?”
I wouldn’t want to be a pest.
Master gave my neck a soft lick, sending a wave of need through me. “Are you worrying about annoying me?”
Kind of.
Nodding was difficult but he didn’t seem surprised.
Master just kissed me again and immediately transitioned to fixing the problem. “Then we’ll set up a calendar, something like you have for work where your students know when they can come to you and when you can’t be interrupted.”
Oh.
“I’ll block out the times when I know I won’t have the time or mental bandwidth to dominate you in that way.” Master started kissing back up my neck and the distraction made it hard to sort through what he’d said. “Then we’ll work out more subtle ways for me to be your Dom in those times or that can be time when you’re able to make orgasm decisions on your own.”
Bandwidth?
Subtle domination?
“Your brain seems to be running in circles. What are you thinking?” He sounded so relaxed that his just barely curious tone didn’t add worrying to the hurricane in my head.
“About the bandwidth comment and the subtle domination, Master.” I had to fight to keep track of the words as his hand moved down to caress my chest. “I… Yes, that. I don’t understand.”
I might if I could function…but processing the idea was difficult at the moment.
He made a low hum, somewhere between a thinking sound and just acknowledging what I’d said. “Do you know the spoons analogy people use when they’re talking about mental health?”
Having to focus on the transition had some of the hurricane slowing so I could sort through it. “Yes.”
“Think of it that way then. Sometimes I just won’t have the spoons to be an active Dom at that moment. It might be for a variety of reasons. Those are times we can either not have BDSM dynamics in our relationship or we can have standard rules that are our base-level plan.” Kissing along my jaw, he brushed his lips against mine before he eased back.
“This is just a random example, but if we discovered that from two to four on my workdays I’m too busy to respond to texts and work has to be the primary focus, then you’ll know that at those times you’ll fall back on our regular rules and what the standards will be for those times.” His completely casual way of seeing us as a couple made me want to smile.