Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
He nodded slowly and chewed on the inside of his cheek.
“You gave a good speech earlier, though,” I admitted. “I needed to be reminded of the fact that you’re more than a vulnerable sub in his Middle mind-set.”
Triumph broke through the timidness in his eyes. “Knew it,” he whispered to himself.
I smiled.
“So, um…” He shifted where he stood. “What does this mean?”
Good question.
“What’s your safeword?” I asked.
He cocked his head. “Um, red, yellow, and green.”
Excellent. I nodded once. “Then I’d say, all this means… Safewords apply.” I saw the mischief joining the relief in his expression, and I had to push forward before he got ahead of himself. “It also means you have to be patient with me,” I told him. “Best thing would be if you made yourself less appealing so I don’t attack you at every turn before we get the chance to sit down and discuss limits, boundaries, and expectations.”
Pushing that button worked swimmingly. Tell a brat not to do something, and he’d do it.
He smirked like the little devil he could be. “In other words, if I tease you, you might put me in my place?”
No, I was saying that if he teased me and let the mischievous little boy in him run wild, I’d let him think he could persuade me into things—until I said otherwise.
“Who knows?” I shrugged.
When we got a moment to sit down and talk properly, he’d see my side of things. He’d acknowledge that he actually wanted a Dom who had self-discipline. But for now, let his joy take the reins so we could balance the rhyme and reason with some proper fun.
“Interesting,” he said, dragging out the word. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked over toward the dogs. They’d scattered a bit, undoubtedly having found all the treats a while ago, but they were good at entertaining themselves. “This is excellent information for an innocent brat.”
Innocent brats were much like honest politicians. As in nonexistent.
“I don’t know why you’d think so,” I replied, folding my arms over my chest. “A brat has the attention span of a toddler. You’ll forget what I said within two minutes.”
Cue scowl. “Whoa, dude.”
So easy.
Oh, this was going to be fun. It was precisely what I’d wanted for this little adventure today. Playfulness and banter. Hopefully a good moment to kiss him again too. Then we could head back to the cabin and have a nice soak in the hot tub while we talked, riled each other up, and just spent time together.
“Can I call you a dummy, or is that disrespectful?” Kayden asked tightly.
I withheld my grin. “You’ll find that my patience for colorful insults is endless. But there might be consequences afterward.”
“Shocking!” he deadpanned. “What kinds of consequences?”
“I’ll know that once I’m familiar with your boundaries,” I answered. “But off the top of my head…” I pretended to ponder my options. “No soft cheese for a week, maybe? Or how about orgasm denial?”
His mouth popped open, and the horror took over.
Sweet brat, if only he’d wanted to negotiate first. Then he’d discover that orgasm denial wasn’t my kink. I played on the other end of that spectrum, preferring to draw as many releases from my boy as possible, until he was begging me to stop.
Fuck me, I could so easily picture Kayden begging and crying, telling me he’d had enough, that he was too sensitive, and that he wanted mercy.
I inhaled deeply, reveling in the dark lust slithering through me. It’d been ages since I’d felt the urge to be sadistic and play with my food.
I locked eyes with Kayden again.
“Luck is on your side,” I said. “We haven’t discussed limits yet, so you can get away with quite a bit.”
He turned dubious and planted his hands on his hips. “Quite a bit is so vague. Why can’t you tell me where you’ll draw the line?”
Because that conversation would never end. Most rules had exceptions, not to mention circumstances to consider.
That wasn’t what I told him, though.
“We just had this discussion, Kayden,” I said instead. “There’s no point in telling a brat something, because you’ll forget. Like you did now.” I wanted to laugh when I saw the spark of defiance and anger in his eyes. “If there’s one thing I know about brats, it’s that they’re easy to handle. I mean, sure, you’re a rambunctious little crowd that likes to pull pranks and plan shenanigans, but that’s where it ends. In general, you’re slow, physically weak, forgetful, insanely predictable, and—”
“That’s not true!” he hollered. “I’m wicked strong, and I run faster than you do!”
I laughed, and I made sure to laugh loud enough to piss him off further.
Well. I wasn’t lying about the predictable part.
He balled his hands into fists and glared at me. “If you’re so fast, let’s race.”