Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Bex was looking like a very pleased Dom and I had a feeling he was excited to explore the spanking idea too. He was more subtle about it than I was, though. “You did a very good job explaining that. I’m very proud of you.”
That shouldn’t make me even harder…but it did.
I’d hoped Bex would overlook it like he had before, but the more his Dom side came out, the less he ignored.
“Remember you have a safeword, but I would like to know if being a good boy and knowing I’m proud of you turns you on.” He said it so matter-of-factly it was almost confusing.
It actually took a second to think about what he’d asked before an answer would start to form. “Is…is that a thing?”
It might not have been the response he was expecting but his nod and how seriously he took the ridiculous question made me feel less off-kilter.
“Yes, it’s commonly called a praise kink.” When I just sat there blinking at him, his lips barely curled up into a smile, but he didn’t let my shock stop him.
Dom Bex was naughty.
Something about the way he was stroking my hand subtly shifted, sending a shiver through me as his voice went low and deep. “I think you’d like it if I had you curled up naked on my lap and I was cuddling you and telling you all the different things I thought you’d done wonderfully that day.”
There were kinks for everything.
I’d seen enough lists online lately to grasp that fact, but it still didn’t explain why any of this made me want to shove my hand down my pants.
Bex’s wicked grin as he continued said he’d probably guessed what I was picturing…and he approved. “I could tell you about what a good pup you’d been and what a good sub you’d been. I could tell you all about what a wonderful job you did on the new window display.”
I could hear myself whine as it escaped before I could clamp my mouth shut.
But Bex was still in his Dom mode and refused to even pretend he hadn’t heard it, smiling and giving a little nod that made me want to do it again. “You come up with the best ideas. Every time I see your new window display, I want to wrap you up in my arms and tell you how proud of you I am. I’d be even more proud if you were mine and it was my boy who was doing such a good job.”
A shiver raced through me, pulling another needy sound from me, but I had no idea what was happening. It shouldn’t be this…this everything. But he drew me like a moth to a flame. “I…I like it when you smile at me when I’m doing the window.”
The mean little gremlin in the back of my head just rolled his eyes, thinking that was too stupid of a statement to even bitch about, but Bex smiled. He liked it. “Then can you imagine how good it would feel to be curled up on my lap when I told you what a good job you’d done?”
Nothing made sense, so I just gave up on putting together a logical sentence and let the words escape on their own. “I…I think I’d like being a good boy too. I…I don’t like being naughty or doing the wrong thing.”
Instead of telling me I was a wuss and an idiot for trying to please everyone, Bex nodded like it was the most sensible thing he’d heard all night. “That’s because you were meant to have a Dom who appreciated what a good boy you were and loved telling you all about it.”
While I was naked.
I hadn’t forgotten that part, but as nerve-racking as that sounded, the rest was too big in my head and took up all the space. “I…I think that’s a good plan. I…I like it when you say nice things.”
My dick liked it too.
He seemed confused about the whole thing, honestly, but he was still eagerly enjoying all the nice praise.
Praise kink.
That was what Bex had called it.
I thought we’d found my first kink…but now what?
Chapter 7
Bex
He was vibrating with nervous energy and desire. One part of me wanted to take him home so we could slowly start to explore what he might enjoy, but I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Breaking the spell he was under would only bring back the fears he’d worked so hard to push away…but my other idea might be just as dangerous.
Moving forward was the only option, so I picked what I hoped would be the easiest for him. “Why don’t we try it and see what you think, pet? Come sit on my lap and we’ll just talk.”
He shivered and sucked in a breath as the words sank into his brain, but he didn’t pull away even though it seemed to take him a few long moments to actually remember where we were. I was patient and let him process the idea, my only push the soft caresses to his hand, but he surprised me.