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)
Fuck it.
“Grown-up headspace.”
I could do it.
Micha needed this and I could do it.
“In my defense, he was withholding my zoo animals until I stopped dawdling.” I shrugged when tux man nodded and seemed to take that problem seriously instead of making me feel stupid. “It wasn’t the right way to handle it…from either of us.”
Micha was going to take some of the credit for our current situation whether he wanted to or not.
His sigh said he wasn’t on the same page as me about that, but tux guy nodded again. “I agree. Toys shouldn’t be held hostage, but I think we can clear this up.”
Ignoring the tiny part of me that kind of hoped we’d put off the club visit another couple of weeks, I smiled and nodded. “Great.”
Tux guy pressed his lips together but didn’t call me out. “Let’s go in my office for a moment. We’ll have more privacy that way.”
Our audience just shrugged, not feeling bad in the slightest.
I liked him.
“I’m Conner, one of the owners of Bound and Controlled.” Holding the door open, he gestured for us to head into what turned out to be a very generic-looking office that no one did any work in. “I was the one who looked over your initial applications.”
Micha was feeling much more normal as he nodded and moved us over to chairs across from the desk. “I think we spoke on the phone last year when I first had some questions about the club.”
Since it seemed to be going in a less stressful direction, I thought I’d sit in the chair next to him and do my best to look work professional. Micha had other plans and picked me up, sitting me down on his lap.
I’d been lapped.
With an audience.
Shit.
Was it a test?
Did he think I couldn’t behave?
No. He knew I couldn’t behave, so it had to be a test.
“We’re still working out some new aspects to our relationship. I know you wanted the questions to be answered independently, but I think I should’ve been more flexible on that.” Micha said it with such a straight face I sighed.
It was definitely a test.
He was being too vague.
“I’m…I’m exploring stuff…I shouldn’t have been rude when I filled out the form, though.” Had I failed the test already? “I’m not ready to talk about stuff yet. Sorry. I’m not. But I can do it and I like it and I trust Micha. He’s…he’s my Micha.”
He was always trustworthy.
Tux guy, Conner, nodded as he leaned back against the desk. “I can understand that.”
I knew we were fine when he smiled and winked. “And he can carry you around.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “He laps me when he’s frustrated with my behavior.”
Micha huffed and rolled his eyes but he didn’t contradict me. It made Conner’s smile flash wicked. “My partner does something similar.”
He was the sub?
Was that what he was saying?
I wasn’t going to ask…really…but Micha interrupted my random thoughts. “We’ve discussed his limits thoroughly and we both know what we’re looking to explore tonight.”
Conner gave a half-shrug as Micha reached in our bag and pulled out another bottle of water for me. “After meeting you, I agree, but part of my hesitation was that no one has ever started with the wet room.”
My face was probably the color of a tomato as I tried to look completely nonchalant sipping the stupid water, so I didn’t even try to be the one to answer. I had to poke Micha to get him to stop coughing, though. It was so bad he couldn’t even get an apology for me out. “Sorry— He’s— Sorry.”
I got to be the one to roll my eyes that time, but after a few moments, he got himself under control and tried again. “We’ve started exploring losing control in different ways, but we don’t have the right space for it at home. This is going to be a new form of experimenting. But it’s not the only form we’ve done.”
Conner nodded slowly, glancing between us before looking back at me. “Fingers in your ears. La la la. You know the drill.”
Thank God.
Obeying quickly, I handed Micha my water and plugged my ears, closing my eyes and humming The Star-Spangled Banner for some reason. It was the only thing that came to mind other than a church hymn I remembered from when I was little, so it could’ve been worse.
Clearly I wasn’t good at humming under pressure.
After a couple of rounds of what I could remember, Micha kissed my cheek and moved my hands. “All done.”
Good because we hadn’t even started what was supposed to be the stressful part and I already needed my quiet toy and a fucking nap.
“That’s good to know.” I thought I managed to sound fairly casual, but Conner’s lips twitched as Micha gave me back my water.
The bag was magic and just kept producing more and I was right at the point of doing potty dance wiggles if he didn’t stop handing me the stupid shit.