Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Joel let out a happy, choppy breath, obviously seeing everything he wanted being dangled right in front of his eyes. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be very good with my cage and when we have big naughty time no matter if it’s now or later, Daddy.”
Yep, he was making sure we didn’t forget that promise.
Dean didn’t seem to have changed his mind but I could see his mind whirling as his touch gentled again. “Are you sure you don’t want something more romantic? We could take you out to dinner and take our time.”
It wasn’t a bad idea but Joel actually lifted his head and turned to frown at us. “Why?”
He was adorably insane.
Dean blinked a few times before realizing who he was talking to. “I know we’re special, but it’s something people do. I just wanted to make sure we gave you options.”
Good save.
Joel was either confused enough or startled enough to sit up and wiggle his way onto both of our laps, half an ass on each leg. “Do you need romance? My mother said some guys need flowers and the right music playing. I want you to feel special too.”
Their family had the weirdest conversations.
Dean seemed to have realized he’d gotten us into the crazy discussion and didn’t try to hide from it. He took a breath and sat straighter before he got the words out. “No. You make me feel very special already and I don’t need anything else to prove that I’m special to you.”
Aw, Daddy Dean was fucking adorable too.
Joel’s smile looked like he thought that was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard and he even leaned in to kiss Dean’s cheek. “I’m glad you feel special enough to fuck me now, Daddy.”
They were amazing…and complete lunatics…but they were my special complete lunatics.
“Me too.” Dean was clearly out of ideas for what to say next, so he gave Joel a quick peck and turned to me, eyebrow raised.
Yep, time for Master to tag in.
Daddy Dean had done as much as he could, but if he kept talking, he was going to get us into more trouble, not less. Luckily for him, I’d already been thinking about what the important points we needed to discuss were.
“Being special doesn’t make us mind readers, though. So you have to tell us how you want your first fucking to happen.” There was no point in using euphemisms like making love when I wasn’t sure what that would mean to our nut. “What would make it special to you, slut?”
Joel’s thinking face was back but it wasn’t aimed at anyone specific, so I had a feeling it was about him rolling the question around in his head. He wasn’t rushing through it, though. He wiggled his hips back and forth, humming to himself, and even started tapping at his chin.
So he was happy, cute thinking not worried thinking.
Got it.
Dean even seemed to realize that too because we both settled back against the couch at the same time and just enjoyed the show. Joel was putting so much effort into it that it would be rude not to appreciate his artistry. To me, that meant he needed me to show him that I approved of the performance, so I started caressing his thighs and back around to his ass as we waited.
Eventually he stopped his wiggles and went silent…and smiled. “No.”
Really?
That was it?
Dean’s frustration was clearly growing because he let out a huff, so I decided saving our boy would be a good Dom thing to do. “So what I think you’re saying is that there isn’t anything specific that would make it perfect to you and that you’re mostly wanting us to fuck you thoroughly, you’re still our sub in this scene, and you don’t have an opinion on which of us penetrates you.”
And more silence.
Dean’s insanity was slowly easing down like a balloon letting out air, so I declared myself the best Dom ever. His breathing evened out and his hand came up to rub along Joel’s shoulder and down his arm. Joel must’ve sensed his Daddy’s mood change too because he turned his head and kissed Dean’s hand as his Daddy’s fingers caressed along his neck.
“I didn’t think about all the pieces.” Joel’s answer made me wonder how he’d envisioned being fucked, but I decided it wasn’t the time to dissect his thought process. “Yes, I would like to be thoroughly fucked. I would like to have both of your penises inside me this time, please. Oh, and you should still be my Doms.”
Frowning adorably, he scrunched up his face. “What else should I consider?”
What had he thought about to begin with?
“Um, first thoughts here but condoms, cum, and control.” The three C’s of penetrative sex.
I might’ve been the only one to see it that way, though, because Dean and Joel turned to stare at me in unison. Shrugging, I just waited to see what they would say. I wasn’t going to spend ten minutes bouncing around a topic just to guess what they were thinking.