Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“No.” Maybe I should’ve been but I could see how we’d ended up not talking about it. “I’m glad I got to know what you needed, though, and I’m glad it’s not something that I was uncomfortable with. I’d kind of worried about that part. I knew there was something I was missing but I couldn’t figure out what it was.”
He’d hidden that desire pretty thoroughly.
“I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to worry every time something embarrassing came up.” Licking his lips nervously, Weston relaxed into my hand. “It…it became an issue in college with a roommate. He was confused-straight not straight-straight, and I didn’t realize the difference.”
“Oh.” I’d run into that before and they weren’t always the most stable individuals.
“Yeah.” Weston scrunched his face up and sighed, but he also curled his legs up under him and snuggled into me. “We got drunk one night and he shared what he was into and I shared, and it was never the same after that.”
Idiot.
The roommate, not Wessie.
“He wasn’t attractive at all, not looks or personality, and we even had vastly different kinks, so there was nothing there, but he kept thinking I was perving on him.” Rolling his eyes, Weston huffed. “His words, not mine.”
“And it sounded like dating after that didn’t get any better.” I couldn’t relate to having an issue with it, but people had different kinks and fears. “So you learned to be very careful.”
Nodding, he let out a happy sound as I relaxed my hold so he could rest his head on my thigh. “Yeah, and you were nice and we just clicked, so I didn’t want to fuck anything up by making you uncomfortable.”
Because even some of the Doms he’d run into had obviously been uncomfortable with it.
They were idiots too.
“And then we got stuck in our rut, I guess you could say, and we didn’t talk about that kind of stuff beyond surface things.” It was entirely too easy to do and I hadn’t ever wanted to push him. “But we’re past that now and we’re not going to worry about what happened before.”
Weston let out a slightly ragged breath but seemed to believe me as he rubbed his cheek against my thigh absentmindedly. “Okay, but you’d tell me if you were upset.”
He was going to worry about that for a long time.
Fuck.
“I go hang out with the littles a couple of times a month at the club when you’re working late.” It wasn’t something I was ashamed of but my reasoning made me feel silly sometimes. “Are you going to be mad at me because I kept it from you?”
Frowning, Weston looked thoughtful, not upset. “Because they’re not pushing you to have sexual contact the first time they meet you and they’re easy to hang out with? Most seem to have nice Daddies too?”
“Yeah.” I gave a half shrug. “Some of the other Doms at the club think it’s odd because I don’t want a little.”
I wanted someone a bit naughtier than they usually came, and I’d kind of had a thing for someone else for a long time.
“So are we going to keep worrying about what we didn’t talk about in the past?” I was pretty sure it was the dry tone and raised eyebrow that made him smile, but I was glad to see him shaking his head. “Good.”
One worry down, a thousand to go.
“What is your next worry?” Might as well make sure he knew I was waiting for it. “Should I make a list or tackle them one at a time as you confess them?”
His frown was adorable but the best part was the huff and eye roll. “I don’t have a list’s worth of worries.”
Bullshit.
“Okay, so one at a time works. What’s next?” We both knew there was one even if he wasn’t squirming or panicked yet.
“You’re insane.” That was entirely possible, but his pout said I wasn’t wrong.
So I waited and something about the silence had him blushing and grumbling. He didn’t mind his own silence but it was different when I did it.
Oh…something about the humiliation thing?
We both knew what it was going to do to him in the end, no matter what it was from, so I just had fun enjoying it until he broke. “Ugh.”
This was the best kink ever.
“Fine.” Hiding his face against my thigh only seemed to get him more worked up. “I’m hard again and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Oh.
That was a worry I could handle.
“It’s going to depend on if you want your date to help you with that situation or if you want your Dom to help.” Either way, I was game. “But…if it’s your Dom that you’d like to beg for help from, that was not the right way to get it.”