Him.

  Boone.

  My Dom.

  When the pleasure started to fade and I could think again, the first thing I noticed was the soft way he was stroking over my back and ass, and the second was him talking to himself. “That’s right. He’s relaxed. It looks good. He came.”

  Yep, I was very relaxed.

  My ass probably looked incredible.

  And I’d come so hard I lost a few brain cells in the process.

  My squirming had Boone’s cute list coming to an end, but it’d been enough of a peek in his head to let me know he wasn’t regretting it…for the moment at least. But that was what mattered, so I rolled onto my side and wrapped myself around him.

  Boone made a pleased sound and one of his hands came up to stroke my head. “You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

  It felt kind of silly to be praised for being spanked, but I couldn’t lie that I didn’t like it.

  That didn’t mean I had to talk about it, though, so I just pressed my face against him and hid. It made Boone chuckle and got me more cuddles. “Yes, I can be proud of you for submitting so perfectly and for trusting me and for letting yourself enjoy your spanking.”

  Okay, maybe there were a few things I could be proud of.

  I wasn’t going to admit that out loud, but I shrugged and that seemed to be good enough for him. “Come here. I’m going to cuddle you but I’m not your body pillow.”

  Snickering, I let him shift me around so I was curled up on his lap like a baby. He seemed pleased with the new position or maybe just with everything in general because he had a happy, smug feel to him as he snuggled me against his chest. “Much better. We’re going to stay right here until you’re ready to move, then I’m going to get you all clean and put lotion on your ass.”

  I couldn’t help giggling but it made him huff. “There are several different types of aftercare that are important, mental and physical.”

  He was so cute.

  “Okay.” I tried to stop laughing but it was difficult.

  He finally decided to ignore it and huffed as he went back to telling me what we were going to do. “You need water and possibly real food if you get hungry before we go to bed. But I’m not going to harp on that.”

  Good because I was pretty sure I’d never be hungry again.

  “After you’ve had a chance to get clean and relax, we’ll go up to my bed since it’s bigger and then I’ll decide how you get to orgasm again.” He sounded a bit like he was listing off what chores he had for the day but it made me feel important in a strange kind of way.

  I liked it.

  “You are more than welcome to ask questions or tell me anything you want to share. You can even ask for a specific way to get your orgasm, but whose decision will it ultimately be?” His tone said we both knew the answer.

  Like when he asked me whose turn it was to do the dishes when we both knew it was my turn.

  Yep, he’d already been my Dom for longer than either of us had realized.

  “Yours.” Even clearheaded again, the answer wasn’t hard. “You’re my Handler and Dom.”

  “That’s right, and while it’s arousing, do I half-ass my jobs?” His question made me realize I was never going to hear another lecture about chores without getting hard.

  “No.” He took every job and chore very seriously.

  And it seemed like I’d made myself his number one focus.

  Shit.

  “You take all your jobs and stuff like that very seriously.” He was going to drive me nuts. “But this means I’ll get sexy rewards when I get my stuff done, right? I think we talked about that, but I want stars on my chart and orgasms.”

  If he was going to find new ways to be a pain in the ass, I was going to get a lot out of it.

  Boone snorted out a laugh, but ultimately nodded, so I didn’t mind. “Yes, stars and orgasms.”

  Yes!

  “Okay.” Trying not to sound too excited, I nodded and wiggled lower so I could rub my cheek against his chest. “You can be in charge. I like that anyway.”

  Most of the time.

  Boone was thinking that too. “We’ve certainly settled into that pattern, haven’t we?”

  He seemed more thoughtful than worried, so it was easy to answer. “Yeah, it wasn’t until I started doing online research about submission that I realized it. There was this list about nonsexual things Doms can do for the subs in their life and I realized you already did that stuff with me.”

  We just hadn’t noticed it at the time.

  “I have to admit to mostly focusing on the sexual lists, but I can see the nonsexual aspects now that you mention it.” Boone sounded frustrated with having missed that part, but I was glad his focus was the sexy stuff.

  Otherwise he might’ve freaked out on me more.

  Being turned on had definitely smoothed over how pissed he could’ve been.

  “That’s reasonable. I stumbled onto it and then started thinking about it. My first searches were sexual.” I was pretty sure that was how it was supposed to work.

  I followed my dick to something interesting and then my brain eventually found something educational about it.

  Boone barked out a laugh. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

  Because he was smart.

  “Does the puppy stuff surprise you?” The only reason I asked was because I was pretty sure about the answer.

  “No. You’ve always been bouncy and you were really excited about that costume.” He chuckled again as he shrugged. “I was starting to think something was up, though, I just kept telling myself I had to be wrong. We weren’t like that.”

  Mostly because the timing had always been wrong.

  When I was going through my pan phase he’d been dating an asshole.

  When he’d been trying to decide if he hated assholes or might like women, I’d been dating a professor.

  We’d gone on and on like that for most of our friendship so that’d always kept us friend-zoning each other. I just hadn’t realized that until I’d taken the time to try to figure out what I wanted out of a relationship.

  “Would you ever have asked?” That I wasn’t so sure about, but I asked it anyway. “You put up with a lot of shit from me before you call it out.”

  He was a bit too patient with me sometimes.

  His laugh said I was right.

  “I think I’m going to plead the Fifth and promise you another orgasm in the morning.” His ridiculous way of avoiding answering made me laugh. “Ha. I knew that would work.”

  Because he knew me too well…about most things at least.

  “At some point I’m not going to let you bribe me with orgasms.” It was just going to be a while before we got there, though. “Eventually.”

  Yep, I didn’t want him to think it would be anytime soon.

  “You’ve been a bit caught up in the BDSM stuff and puppy stuff, huh?” He paused long enough for me to nod before he went back to working through his thoughts. “You were so…immersed in it, I guess is the right way to say it that I wasn’t sure how clearheaded you would be after your spanking.”

  Hmm.

  “It’s been…stuck in my head?” I wasn’t sure I had the right words for it. “The whole thing has been trapped in there and it’s made it hard to relax.”

  And orgasm.

  “We’re going to work through all of that shit in your head, but not tonight.” My sigh of relief made him laugh. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”

  “Tonight is about cuddles and orgasms.” I already got my spanking so that was one thing off the to-do list. “And you making decisions.”

  That was always nice, no matter if it was about chores or orgasms.

  “Yes, and all you have to do is make sure I know if I accidentally run into a limit or if you need me to slow down on anything.” The hand on my head tightened and he started massaging his fingers into my scalp.

  I moaned, not worrying about how I sounded at all since I was naked and he’d already figured out I liked him. “That’s so…”

  “Another thing I should’ve realized.” He sounded vaguely sheepish when he realized how much I loved his touch, but I didn’t think it would last long.

  “I didn’t want you to know.” He might’ve stopped touching me so much. “You’re important to me and I didn’t want to fuck that up.”

  And younger me had thought pointing out how I felt would fuck things up.

  Older me had the truth smacked in his face a few times by an insane barista, so I’d decided to grow up and hope it stopped him from chasing me out of the coffee shop for arguing with him.

  “We’re not going to fuck anything up.” Letting out a sigh, Boone eased me back, tilting my head enough for him to see my face. “As long as we’re finally honest about what we want.”

  Each other.

  And he proved me right by leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.

  It was barely a kiss but he looked pleased as fuck as he pulled away and straightened. “And what I want right now is to rub soap all over your body.”

  Three cheers for honesty.

  Chapter 7

  Boone

  And poof he was brain-dead again.

  Wynn had been so functional as we’d gone to the bathroom after his spanking, I’d thought he was going to stay that way.

  He hadn’t.

  I probably should’ve expected it, but something about being washed turned his brain completely off. He made it through ogling me getting naked and stepping in the shower with him, but once I had him facing the wall with his hands braced against it, his brain just stopped.

  Maybe it’d been telling him that I had a fantasy about being a corrupt cop?

  Possibly.

  But his moans and sighs as I worked my way down his back, cleaning him and massaging his muscles said being brain-dead was a good thing.

  “Yes, that’s my good boy.” Pushing his ass back and spreading his legs made him a very good boy. “I’m going to get you all clean.”

  I was careful around his slightly tender cheeks, but when my fingers caressed up the middle of his ass, he whimpered sweetly. “That’s right. I know you like being touched here.”

  It’d made him come like a rocket…and my cum-covered pants were the proof of that.

  “You’re going to love it when I fuck you nice and hard, aren’t you?” I wasn’t really expecting an answer, but he made the effort to nod, so that had to be rewarded.

  Giving his neck a kiss, I moaned and sank my soaped-up finger about a knuckle into him. “Good boy for letting me know what you want. I like rewarding clear communication.”

  I wasn’t going to say everything had to be verbal to get rewarded, but making sure I encouraged him to find ways to show me what he wanted seemed like it would be a good idea. He stared at me in shock way too often and that wasn’t any kind of communication.

  Wynn shivered and another soft whimper escaped as he clenched around me. “Like…I like…I like that.”

  Oh, words too.

  “I’m so proud of you for making sure I knew that.” Nibbling on his neck while I slid my finger deeper inside him had him making the sexiest whine. “I think a good reward for you might be to have my dick inside you when you get your second orgasm. What do you think?”

  The way his body spasmed around me had me trying not to laugh, but his needy tone as his words stuttered out made me hard as fuck. “I…I…I like that. Good…good boy. Words…I…I get two.”

  Just the effort he made was sexy as fuck.

  “That’s right, but who’s in control if I fuck you?” Making a soft, thinking hum against his neck got another shiver from him. “Can you submit completely or are you going to be a brat?”

  His needy whine made me think he wasn’t ready to promise to be a good sub…but it might’ve just been too erotic to give me a clear reaction.

  “I might have to tie you down if you’re a brat and make it difficult for me.” Tsking quietly, I ignored the way he tightened around me as I found his prostate. “I’m trying to decide if I want to stretch you face down on the bed so I can relax on top of you as I slowly fuck you, or if I’m going to put you on your back so I can spread your legs and fuck you hard.”

  There were no bad answers based on how his body reacted, but if I waited until his brain could answer with words, we’d be there all night.

  “I…I…”

  That was it.

  He tightened his ass around me and tried to ride my finger faster, though.

  “When you’ve been a very good sub, I might let you ride my cock. I think you’d like that. What do you think? Would it be fun to bounce up and down on my dick while I got to play with your cock?” Pressing against him, I slowly stroked one hand over his front going from lightly caressing his half-hard dick to his nipples. “I think you’d like it if I played with your nipples too.”

  He’d always complained about them being too sensitive against his shirts, so I was gentle as I flicked the tip of one and barely pinched it.

  Bingo.

  He nearly came.

  That was going to be fun.

  As his whole body seemed to light up, I gently circled the sensitive skin with my finger and kissed his neck again. “I’m going to have so much fun playing with these nubs.”

  The needy sound he made was half nervousness and half desire, and I couldn’t help but wonder what sexy torture he was imagining. “You’re making me wonder if you’d like nipple clamps or if they’d be a good punishment for a naughty boy.”

  Hmm.

  Mixed results.

  His gasp said it was scary but his body tried to orgasm again.

  We’d come back to that one.

  “But you don’t have to worry about me torturing them tonight.” Another gentle flick had him spasming around my finger. “Once we get to bed, I’m going to be too distracted fucking you to pinch them or bite them.”

  Oh, this was fun.

  Just talking about what I could do was getting the best reactions.

  But it was clear we needed to have more discussions about how I could play with them before I did too much. He was incredibly sensitive and I wasn’t going to assume that he liked pain in all his fun places simply because he liked being spanked.

  So I moved my hand away from temptation and ran it lower down his body, soaping him as I went. I’d need more soon, but for the time being I could call it washing, not jerking him off. “We’re going to get you all clean and then I’m going to have fun with you.”

  Another shiver said he approved of the plan, but the way he was rocking between my hands made that obvious too.

  “Watching you play and giving you a spanking has kept me hard all night.” Grinding my erection against the side of his ass to make that obvious, I nibbled his earlobe to get another good reaction from him. “But I wanted to wait for my orgasm so I could thoroughly enjoy claiming you.”

  Hmm, too much?

  It was probably too honest, but I knew there was no need to panic when he gasped and started riding my finger faster.

  “That’s right. You want to be fucked hard and made to come that way, don’t you?” Barely caressing his cock, I nuzzled against him as I went back to playing with his prostate since that could take more fun than his nipples could. “Yes, you’ve been feeling empty, so I’m going to fill you right up.”

  Wynn seemed to thoroughly approve of the plan, but his head fell back and he made a soft frustrated sound as he licked his lips.

  So something was worth finding his words over?

  There didn’t seem to be anything to worry about, so I kept teasing him and enjoying his reactions as he struggled to have his cake and eat it too…or in this case, have his pleasure and the ability to talk too.

  “I’m…I…” Mumbling something that sounded like fuck, he tried again. “I got tested.”

  Oh.

  That was worth letting him think, so I eased the intensity back to make sure he could process. It got me a huff that made me grin, but he was able to use his words, and it felt like a good trade-off to me. “I’ve been tested recently. You don’t have to use a condom.”

  When the words were out, he wiggled and rocked back and forth. “Boone…”

  Chuckling, I flicked the head of his mostly hard cock. “Let me think.”

  The way he sucked in a breath made me think he hadn’t realized how much fun pain there could be.

  Had he just focused his research on spankings and pups?

  With the way he hyperfocused, that was probably a reasonable assumption. But we had other things at the top of our kinky to-do list at the moment.

  Cum and condoms.

  “I’ve been tested too, but do you want to be marked and filled with cum or do you just want to have me orgasm inside you?” It felt like two very different things to me, even though it might not to anyone else.

  “First.” Wynn’s confident answer said at the very least he didn’t think I was nuts. “First.”

  Hearing he knew what he wanted was good but I appreciated feeling the answer as well. His voice had been clear but his cock had made a valiant effort to rise to full mast to make sure I knew his vote shouldn’t be second-guessed.

  “Then that’s what my good boy deserves for his second orgasm.” And it was what his Master wanted too. “I might even wake you up early sliding my dick into you so I can fill you up again. What do you think about that?”

  His cry and the way his body clenched around me said we were getting too close to his orgasm…and it told me that there was a good chance he approved of that idea too.

  But I was going to need a verbal response as well before I actually did it, so I dialed back the teasing again and slowly removed my finger. He mumbled under his breath, grumbling and huffing, but the way his breathing evened out said it’d been a good idea.

  When he’d come back down from the edge, I turned him around in the shower so my chest was pressing against his. His eyes looked more focused than I expected, but his gaze immediately dropped to my lips, making me grin.

  I knew that face.

  So I gave him another kiss, taking it deeper that time when he parted his lips and whimpered sweetly for more. Sexy begging like that needed to be reinforced, so I stroked my tongue against his and fucked his mouth the same way I was going to fuck his ass soon.

 

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