Page 16 of Learning to Change

Had we moved from exploring kink to being…

Nope.

I had enough on my plate without looking for more.

“That’s right, and communication is going to be key.” Two hands were now petting my head as Tate played co-instructor for the class. “And while Dean may not have explained what he wanted in the best way, he was very clear. What do you think he wanted?”

“Tongue.” Giggling, Joel thought the answer was hilarious. “He wanted a bigger kiss, Master.”

“I think so too.” Tate shifted but I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I felt his breath on my lips. “Let’s experiment again and see if we’re right.”

Fuck.

That time his mouth lingered on mine, barely brushing against me as I froze and nearly forgot to breathe. The soft way he kissed me didn’t get the air flowing again, but when his teeth nibbled on my lower lip, I sucked in a breath.

Tate chuckled and slipped his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss before I could shut down again. I couldn’t help moaning as he slowly made love to my mouth and it felt weird for a moment until Joel went back to stroking his hand over my head and sighed. “You look so good together. I’m so glad you’re getting your kiss. Now I don’t have to worry.”

He was so fucking manipulative.

Tate chuckled, obviously pleased with something, and his sexy sound made me realize I’d started kissing him back.

Fuck it all.

He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to make me insane. “Such a cute sucker for our boy.”

Okay, insane and even more turned on.

Our boy?

What were we doing?

Besides kissing.

And ear fucking.

And stroking my chest.

Moaning just couldn’t be helped, and the way Tate fucked my mouth deeper every time I did it was giving me stupidly crazy positive reinforcement.

They were going to be really bad for my sanity…and my self-restraint.

When Tate finally eased back, barely brushing his lips against me one last time before he straightened, I eventually admitted defeat and opened my eyes all the way. He was looking right into them, almost smiling but still looking more serious than he usually did. “I have to admit, the jealous part was hot, but we’re going to ask for what we want, aren’t we?”

Well fuck.

He was being a good Dom.

“I…if we’re going to be admitting things, this might be the part where I tell you that the voices in my head are kind of conflicted. I…I’m not always going to be good at doing the right thing.” Whatever that looked like.

“Then we’re going to have to come up with consequences for when you’re a brat, or worse, uncommunicative.” Tate had the stern Dom look down pat but Joel couldn’t help lightening the mood.

“You’re sexy when you use big words.” He leaned over and grinned as he kissed Tate’s cheek. “I like communicating. Do I get rewards for it?”

Cheeky brat.

I owed him for distracting Tate before our curious new Master could decide what he thought consequences looked like.

“What kind of rewards do you want?” Tate obviously let us change the subject but it kind of made me feel guilty instead of happy.

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