Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Ignoring that the wording was not right, I reached for the object called a gag. “Open your mouth, naughty boy.”
He moaned out his pleasure at the order, but it took several moments to be able to obey. I was helpful and gave him an additional tap to his other cheek since that seemed to be required to encourage him to behave.
At that point it was easy to slide the small ball in his mouth and secure the strap around his head. “See? I am going to continue being helpful, my mate.”
His wonderful moan was filled with desire and frustration that time.
Yes, I was learning to be a very good Daddy.
“Are you…what are you…”
My mate’s words were rolling around in his head faster than I could track them, but images and emotions filled in some of the lacking information. “Yes, I will be helping you to learn a lesson in manners as well, my mate.”
“It is another form of being helpful.”
The gag muffled much of the noise from his groan, but it was his ability to distract others with words that I had been most worried about. If his family had already met me, I would have put a spell to silence the room around us, but I was still a stranger to them and it was something that would have concerned me if the situation were opposite.
No.
Reversed.
Yes.
“I will be helping you remember to behave and not drive others insane for your amusement.”
He enjoyed that entirely too much.
Since he couldn’t lie and deny that, he aimed fake apologetic feelings through the bond and leaned his head toward me to rub it against my chest.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
There seemed to be an implied “not too good” that should have been attached to his thoughts, but ignoring that was part of the game as well.
“I’m glad, however, I will still be helping you to remember.”
The shiver that raced through him said I was playing my part correctly.
“I…you’re going to…it’s…”
More thoughts raced through his head, but tracking them all would have been impossible.
“Yes. I know what I am doing so you don’t have to worry about how I’ll help you.”
I wasn’t sure he could have formed the sentences, so encouraging him to communicate with words sounded frustrating.
“You have one more hole we will need to fill before I can begin.”
Patting right over his anus, which seemed to have a variety of nicknames too, I reached up on the nightstand and trailed the tip of the bottle of lube down his spine.
“This should be helpful as well.”
Ha.
There were lots of things I could use to make him remember to be polite.
“Daddy…”
His moan was beautiful but my favorite part was the way he spread his legs wider and offered himself up to me.
“Yes, that’s my good boy.”
Pushing pleasure and happiness through the bond got another shiver from him and his entire body seemed to clench in anticipation.
“Yes. You know how to be good for me.”
Praise was directly connected to desire in my mate, so I was generous with it as I dispensed some of the lubricant.
“Giving yourself to your Daddy…your mate.”
Lube.
Some of the lube.
“Your pretty hole needs some attention.”
As I traced around the opening in question, he let out another moan and desire rushed through our bond, filling me before I sent the wonderful emotion back to him.
“Yes. Relax. You know this belongs to your mate.”
His emotions said he loved being possessed as much as he loved my touch, so as I gently pressed into him, I continued the owning speech.
“Your sexy body belongs to me. Your tight hole belongs to me.”
Making the tsking sound I’d heard from other Dominant mates, I shook my head and hummed to complete the sound expression.
“But should you be humping my lap? Did you ask permission?”
His groan said he understood the problem with his behavior but his self-control was lacking.
“I’ll… I can… Daddy… Yes…”
That was not enough information to be helpful but his body language was expressive, so I eased my finger into him as he pushed up again and his muscles relaxed.
Pleasure flooded through him but there was a strong need for more. It was so clear I rocked my finger in and out to ease some of the desire but it continued to build.
“My naughty boy has a needy bottom.”
Shaking my head again, I used teasing language that was designed to produce shameful desires.
“This is probably part of the problem with your behavior, but do not worry, you have a very helpful Daddy.”
Ha, politely delivered implied threats produced desire as well.
When the muscles in his opening had relaxed sufficiently, I picked up the plug and added more of the slick substance to it.
“Once we have both your needy openings plugged then I can help you remember your manners.”
With a spanking.
Words were too difficult for Wren’s distracted brain to produce, but he gave me wonderful emotion and images as I slowly pressed the tip of the toy against his body and eased it into him. The mechanics were simple to understand and I took my time rocking it in and out to stretch and pleasure him.