Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Hell, I’d go to bed at reasonable hours going forward to make sure we didn’t find ourselves in this position ever again.
“I’m not even going to ask what’s going through your head.” He didn’t ask but he kissed my head. “I’m going to just spell out a few things. But I remember the rules. You don’t have to talk.”
Good.
Where was my quiet toy?
He needed a visual reminder too.
Digging around under the pillows didn’t help me, but it did prompt Micha to be helpful, and he grabbed it off the nightstand on his side of the bed. “Are you searching for buried treasure or your quiet toy?”
“That.” Treasure might be good too. Then I could hire someone to hold their hands over my ears as I hummed.
Shoving my quiet toy in my mouth, I glared at him and silently told him I was ready.
“You’re so cute.” He kissed my cheek and took his time torturing me. He even stroked his hand over my head and snuggled me tighter against his chest. “I liked cuddling with you during naptime and I liked giving you a bottle.”
Of course he did…I was cute and he was a caretaker Dom.
Duh.
“So stubborn.” His smile just made me crazier. “One of the things I’ve decided is that I’m not going to avoid using the word Daddy any longer. You don’t have to use the word or even say it. You don’t even have to think the word.”
Micha paused, cocking his head and studying me. “I’m not sure I want to know what you’ve been calling me in your head.”
Nope.
His sigh said he could read that on my face.
“Never mind. I’m not going to ask.” Micha was smart and knew he was smart too. “Back on track. I’m going to call myself your Daddy because that’s how I think of myself when you’re little. And I’m going to call you little too. But that’s my word. You don’t have to use it.”
I sucked on my quiet toy harder.
Just because he’d decided to be a pain in the butt didn’t mean I had to respond to it.
Chapter 18
Micha
Somehow he made stubbornness really sexy, but it wasn’t the time to let him know that. The way he was sucking on his binkie said he wasn’t in the mood to hear it. But I kept it in my back pocket for a good distraction.
Eventually he was going to realize he was still in his onesie and his diaper.
“You’re really good at distracting me.” It was an art form he’d been working at perfecting. “But to go back to my original thoughts, I’m going to use the words I’m most comfortable with but you can use whatever words you’re most comfortable with.”
He huffed but then gave a firm nod.
That didn’t mean I was going to ask what he was thinking, though.
“I’m glad we’re in agreement on that.” It seemed like a reasonable starting point no matter how many times he sighed. “I’d also like to plan a trip to that BDSM club we were talking about last year. They have a private bathroom setup where we can do a losing control kind of scene where you’re big and not in a diaper.”
His eyes went wide before he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
So surprise and frustration that I was bringing it up?
Since it was basically what I’d expected, I kept going. “We can work out a scene or I can use what we’ve already discussed and design one that will be a surprise to you. All I need from you at this point is which one you’d rather go with.”
He’d also need to have some kind of discussion with the owners of the club, but we’d come to that drama when we had to.
“One finger for work out the scene together. Two fingers for I’m in charge.” I understood why he rolled his eyes but it had to be asked. “And color, please.”
Two fingers came up and he wrote the letter G on my chest with his finger.
That worked for me.
“Alright. I’ll make the decision and you’re green. Frustrated with me but green.” His enthusiastic nod had me trying not to laugh. “I’m going to send you a limits list specifically for those types of rooms. The club has one I can download from their site. You answer it electronically or in a conversation. Your choice.”
His choice was dramatic sighs and more eye rolls, but he nodded after a few seconds and mimed writing.
“That’s what I thought you’d say but choices are sometimes important.” He looked at me like I was being ridiculous, but I ignored it. “We’re going to see a variety of different types of people and situations at the club. Are you okay with that? Is there anything you don’t want to see that we haven’t talked about?”