Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“No offense, but your experience isn’t exactly vast. I’d argue that almost all kink is discovery. Like most horny sixteen-year-olds aren’t going, ‘Gee, I really can’t wait to put the hurt on someone.’ Or researching clamps and tails. That comes later.”
“I knew I wanted to submit then.” His chin jutted out.
“So you did. And now because I don’t have Daddy_Joe_999 tattooed on my arm or as my Kinkbook handle, I don’t get to get off on it? I thought that was you yesterday, offering to help me try new things, get my kink mojo back.”
“You’re saying you liked it?” Tone cautious, he shifted around on my lap, looking a little more comfortable.
“I’m still hard remembering how sexy you sounded, begging me like that,” I admitted. Talking about him was way easier than talking about myself, but I owed him my honesty. “Now, I’m not sure about the whole sugar daddy lifestyle thing or something like that, but I’ve never been a twenty-four-seven Dom anyway.”
“No fantasies of keeping a slave in your basement playroom for when you get home from work?”
“Nope.” I blinked to clear the image of Levi waiting for me at the end of a long day—not in some leather harness, but simply him with a broad grin and bare feet welcoming me home. It was too sweet. It was also never happening. “Anyway, as a scene, that was beyond hot.”
“Even with the panties and the—”
“Because of the panties and the daddy kink. Look, I’m not going to pretend to know what I’m doing, but like you said, that’s what exploring is for. Right?”
“And you want to explore more?” Levi’s smile had turned coy, voice losing its sad edge, creeping more towards flirty. “With me?”
A denial rose in my throat because that would be easier than putting myself out there for potential rejection. And continuing to play with Levi was a risk. Not a physical one, but to my emotions. It wasn’t only about potential attachment either, but also about the potential to learn some uncomfortable truths about myself. But maybe I needed that, needed to take this risk.
“Yeah, I would.”
“Now?” He slid his arms around my neck more purposefully, hand stroking my neck.
“Right now, I think we should get you warmed up—”
“You could warm me up.” He wriggled against me, moving his hand down my torso. “Let me touch you. It’s your turn.”
I groaned because all my blood was already rushing back to my cock, which was doing its damnedest to remind me that I hadn’t come yet. “Man, you sure can flip on a dime.”
“Want me to stay sad and broody?” Levi laughed.
“No. I like bratty Levi better,” I admitted, which made him grin wider. “But if you need to process more, I’m here for that too.”
“I know you are. You truly are a good guy, Joe. But I want to process by trying again. That was the first time that saying it aloud felt right. Like my reality was finally living up to my fantasies.”
“Gee. Set the bar high.” I lightly tickled his side, even as part of me, a part I maybe hadn’t been aware of previously, thrilled to his words.
“Seriously. You’re good at passing my lofty expectations.” Giggling, he wriggled more against me, which made me groan.
“And you’re sweet. Maybe you bring it out in me.” I was open to that possibility—much like the whole brat dynamic, maybe Levi did inspire something new and different in me.
“I wanna bring something else out. Please.” Batting his eyes at me, he rubbed his hand further down my stomach, pausing right above my belt.
“Kiss me first,” I ordered. “Make it good and you can touch my cock.”
“I’m not—”
“And you’re not allowed to tell me again how you’re bad at kissing.” I gave him a stern look.
“Yes, Sir.” Levi’s dreamy sigh was a good sign that he was slipping back into the game.
“I want to hear you say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Yup. It still worked, his breathless words making my cock pulse harder in my jeans. “Good. Now kiss me.”
Apparently deciding that teasing wasn’t in his best interests, Levi leaned in and lightly brushed his mouth across mine. Showing he was a fast study, he was smoother, less bumping around, and more assertive. I growled appreciatively, which made him shiver and kiss me harder.
“Damn. I’m a mess. Like literally.” He exhaled dramatically as he pulled back. “There’s come everywhere, and I should be done, but one kiss with you and I’m hard all over again.”
“So you are.” I trailed my finger over his sticky, straining cock. I’d already wiped my hand off on my pants. “And so am I, but it’s okay. I clean.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry. Kiss me. Earn my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy.” This time, his kiss was less sweet but more needy and urgent, his tongue delving into my mouth before he sucked at my lower lip. He seemed more determined, too, following each of my groans with renewed effort, until it was my turn to shudder.