Page 55 of Wishes and Research

Good grief.

We had to talk about that?

Ugh.

“Apology accepted. I’m just sure mates don’t do that. You weren’t…you weren’t in a human body.” There had to be cultural taboos about that.

Fraser snickered. “If you promise not to tell anyone, Kenzie will tell you how much he likes it when his Daddy pulls his tail.”

What?

Giggling, he nodded and gave me another kiss while I gaped at him. “Kenzie really likes it when his Daddy tugs on his tail. He says it gives the best orgasms, but he’s not supposed to talk about it because it makes Talon blush.”

My sigh made Fraser grin even wider. “Then why is he telling everyone?”

“Because he has a complete inability to keep anything to himself.” Fraser shrugged. “Not my mating. Not my problem.”

Frowning at him, I made sure to look very serious. “Your mating is your problem, though, and our licks and tail-pulling adventures will not end up being conversational fodder for weird old men. That is a limit I’m not willing to budge on.”

“Deal.” Giving me another smacky kiss, Daddy grinned. “Does that mean you want to pull my tail?”

“No.” I shouldn’t do that. “You weren’t human. And pulling tails seems rude.”

Barely holding back laughter, he nodded and tried to look understanding. “You don’t need to pull my tail. I think it’s just part of his pain and pleasure responses coming out in his dragon form. I’m not into getting pain applied to me, so I think we can skip that part.”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to take from that explanation but my brain was trying to go in a thousand different directions, and I was really regretting not having a notebook. “So some people like pain and some people don’t?”

“Yes.” Daddy lowered himself on me, giving me a soft kiss that time. “The parts of our bodies that say this is pain and this is pleasure can sometimes get their wires crossed. It seems to be mostly situationally dependent, but I don’t know of any large-scale studies on it.”

“So pain is just pain to you, right?” He kept saying I’d like it but I wasn’t so sure about that.

“Yes, but I have a fairly high tolerance, so if you want to practice on me, that’s fine.” Daddy shrugged, taking the strange conversation seriously. “You might find it educational?”

Oh, I wasn’t sure about that.

“It…” Frowning, I tried not to just react and forced myself to really think about it. “I understand in a very logical way that spanking you wouldn’t hurt you, like it wouldn’t be like me punching someone in anger. But it doesn’t feel right.”

Looking very Daddy and smiling at me, he kissed my cheek. “Good boy. You thought about it and explained how it made you feel. I’m really proud of you.”

I wasn’t sure why that made me feel so good, but I squirmed and I could feel my face heating up. “Thank you, Daddy.”

That got me another kiss and I stopped trying to be big and thoughtful and just hid against him, burying my face against his shoulder. “But…but I don’t see you wanting to show me spankings that way. I…I understand you think I’ll like it.”

I wasn’t sure if my wires were crossed but I wasn’t scared of it.

Mostly.

I was kind of scared of the idea of liking it, but I was pretty sure that was because it was very new.

Daddy wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over until I was stretched out down his body and I could hide better. He started petting my head like I was the little dragon that time. “I’m glad you understand how I see it.”

He didn’t seem upset, so I found myself relaxing even more against him. “You’re a very good boy for explaining how you’re feeling, but I really think you’re going to like getting spanked.”

I wasn’t so sure about that but his ideas hadn’t been bad so far.

“I’m going to give you lots of cuddles and kisses beforehand, and then I might say you’ve been so good for me but that I can’t have you flirting with the old men in the diner.” My huff had him almost giggling, but he stayed focused on his silly story. “I’ll tell you that I have to make sure you understand you only belong to me.”

I couldn’t help the shiver that raced through me. I didn’t want to be a bad boy but I liked the idea of belonging to Daddy. “I…I’m your boy and your mate. I do belong to you.”

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