Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“And to possibly find play partners!” Erik added. “Daddy and I like to have fun with others sometimes.”
How about that. “So you have a packed schedule while you’re here.”
He nodded proudly.
Greer clapped the boy on his shoulder. “Our food should be here any minute, so I’ll go out front. You wanna stay here with Ash?”
“Yes, Sir.” Erik wasted no time. He sat down next to me. “I have studied your online profile like a good boy, and I have questions.”
Greer and I chuckled, and we exchanged a brief look, a silent understanding passing between us. I’d keep an eye on Erik until Greer was back. If the kid was in the middle of regression, it might be necessary.
“First of all, what’re you doing, Sir?” Erik pointed at the knife I was working on.
“I’m dulling the edge.” I ran the sandpaper along the blade and showed him. “It’s to make it safe for knife play. I’m hosting a demo for Tops tonight.”
“Cute Littles who like knife play such as myself can’t come?”
He was fucking cute.
“Not this time,” I said. “We don’t want the bottoms to know all the tricks in fear play.”
It was up to each Dom how much they wanted to divulge.
On the other hand, I’d planned on asking Kingsley if I could borrow Tate to demonstrate some things on. But knowing their kinks, maybe I should consider Erik instead. Tate was definitely one of those primal prey who didn’t want too much information before a fear-play event.
“Makes sense,” Erik answered with a nod. “So…you’re a Daddy Dom and Sadist and Primal Predator, according to your profile.”
“Correct,” I chuckled.
“But you’re listed as married to Rigger, or whatever his real name is, and he’s a Dom and rope rigger.”
“Yup, yup. Nate—he’s my husband.”
“Right. I can’t math that. Are you open? Where do the subs come in?”
That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?
“We’ve had some casual play with subs,” I settled for saying. It wasn’t technically wrong. It’d just been a long-ass time.
Maybe too long.
“Interesting…” Erik planted his elbow on the table and his cheek in his hand as he watched me. “Master Greer says you’re wicked in a good way. I like wickedness.”
The boy wasn’t subtle.
“What else did Master Greer say?”
“That you and your husband are very nice, but you’re not lifestyle kinksters. And then he said I’d have to ask you myself and that I ask a lot of questions.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Yeah, that sounds like him. But questions are good. Better to ask too many than not enough.”
“He said that too! Just that he was the wrong person to ask about you.”
There you go.
“You’re not shy, are you?” I smirked.
He smiled and shook his head. “Life’s too short for shyness, and I’m getting old fast.”
I felt my forehead wrinkle. “Are you even twenty-five?”
He sat up straighter and puffed out his chest. “I’m twenty-eight.”
Ah. Well. Still very young in the eyes of someone who cruised by forty a couple years ago.
A few hours later
Mclean
Nathan Riley
Part of me wanted to ask right now what’d been wrong with the Little who’d so clearly shown interest in Ash tonight. The other part…had evidently decided that I was going to sit here in the car on the way home and stew in silence.
I hadn’t planned on attending Ash’s demo, but since it’d been closed to the public and only open for fear-players, they’d opted for a demo room on the second floor… So close to the rope dojo. I’d snuck in during a break. I’d seen him on a small platform with the young man he’d introduced at dinner.
Little Erik had been super excited to be Ash’s test subject in front of all those Tops.
For a short minute, I’d been flooded with hope, anticipation, nerves, and worries. I’d started thinking about boundaries and possibilities—and my reaction to seeing Ash and Erik banter together had been so strong that I couldn’t help but feel scared of the resignation and emptiness that were left behind once I realized Ash wasn’t going to do anything about this opportunity.
When the demo had been over, Ash had thanked Erik, kissed the top of his head, and left the guy with Greer and KC.
I had reached the stage where I was willing to explore the option of Ash seeing a Little on his own. Without me involved. Because that would be one factor that could be taken out of the equation; as in the potential play partner needing to have good chemistry with me as well. I didn’t fucking care anymore. I didn’t have to be there. It was Ash’s core kink, not mine.
“How did the suspension session go?” he asked. “You’re too quiet for my liking, and I need you in a good mood the second we go to bed.”
Jesus.
I didn’t need to be a psychologist to understand he’d built up some needs from the role he’d shouldered tonight. I’d bet my career on the fact that he’d gotten another too-small taste of the Daddy Dom lifestyle.