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)
I had been told by the diner men that this could be dessert or sexual favors, and it was good to see that they were correct.
Although, the more I thought about their helpfulness, the more I understood that it could be stressful for someone with the instincts to be little.
Being Team Binkie was not easy.
“Rewards.” Wren’s moaned-out response and obvious pleasure were not given for cookies or diner pie. “I’ll be your good boy, Daddy. You…you just have to tell me the rules.”
Yes, he needed parameters so that he knew what limits to push against.
“You are going to lie still on the bed and allow me to explore your body.” Both the physical and bonding responses indicated approval, but he was working on a verbal response as well based on his breathing and sounds.
So I was patient, which was a skill most Daddies seemed to need to possess.
My mate was very lucky I had much practice with learning that behavior.
“I get to be naked?” The answer was clearly supposed to be yes, but he continued to speak before I could respond. “I don’t have to be. I’ll be good either way. Yes. I’ll be good.”
That seemed to be based on my needs, so I gave him one last kiss and straightened. Needing to see my reactions was probably as instinctual as my need to see his, so I waited for him to focus on my expression before I spoke. “Yes. You will be naked for me so I can see your beautiful form, touch you, and kiss you.”
His explanation of mate behaviors had focused a significant amount of time on kissing, so I took that to mean he would like that activity.
I was right.
“Oh, Daddy.” Pleasure poured through the bond as it strengthened again and flashes of images appeared as well.
My mate had a very strong visual mind.
It was helpful.
“That’s…I’ll be good, Daddy.” That promise seemed more instinctual than something he should be held to, but I nodded since that was the appropriate response. “I can be still.”
That was doubtful.
My mate never seemed to stop moving no matter what we were doing.
Some creatures were just not meant to be caged by a small human-style body, so his restraint was admirable. On my world, my mate would’ve probably taken the dragons’ path, staying in his primary form and sailing the skies until only physical need brought him down.
In this world, however, everything had changed for our people.
“I will help my sweet boy.” Anticipation and something else I couldn’t quite explain filled the bond, but nothing about it felt negative.
Flashes of fascinating images were quick to follow, explaining some of his feelings.
Restraints.
His imagination was so clear he even provided visual explanations.
Handcuffs.
Yes, police restraints like the ones the human had threatened the cheerful dragon with. No matter what Klynn claimed, the locals were incredibly helpful once context was applied.
And my Wren was incredibly helpful with context.
“How…how are you going to help me, Daddy?” He was attempting to provide manipulation through wide eyes and a non-threatening tone, but I was not easily distracted through such behaviors. “What…what are you going to do?”
“Restrain you, my mate.” Kissing his cheek got a wonderfully dramatic moan from my mate. “Stand up. Be my good boy.”
That phrase was nearly magical and needed to be studied, but in the meantime I simply helped my mate to be steady as he attempted to obey. It was a slow process but that seemed to make it better in some way. I was also very patient and waited to start undressing him until I knew he would not fall. “Do you have any limits you would like to give me at this moment?”
His negative response was not unexpected, but I felt the need to clarify my intentions. “You have indicated all body parts may be kissed and gently touched. I have no intention of applying pain at this time. However, spankings are appropriate for naughty boys.”
Yes, the locals were very helpful with context…but I was starting to understand why they were not always welcomed at traditionally human establishments.
“I…” My mate blinked and seemed to forget his words as I slowly drew his shirt over his head. “I…”
Still nothing helpful, but it was not a negative response, so I continued to remove his clothing. He had ample time to tell me a boundary or use his safewords, but nothing interrupted our time until he was standing beautiful before me.
“Wow.” Wren looked down at his body and then back up at me. “You’re my mate.”
“Yes, my Wren.” Stroking my hands up his chest, I shifted my touch to cup his neck and eased him down to take his mouth with mine. “I belong to you until the ancestors bring me home and beyond.”
Ceremonies and promises were beautiful and fascinating but they would never be more special than that one simple fact.