Page 33 of Learning to Change

Dean was trying to look serious but I could see how much he liked it. “So many excuses but you’re still naughty.”

Yep, but that wasn’t the answer I was supposed to give in my current situation.

“You were kissing me so good, Master Dean.” Giving him my best wide eyes and pout, I rocked my ass against Tate’s cock and reached out to pet Master Dean’s chest. “Thank you for my kisses.”

He glared at me and nearly growled. “You’re fucking with me.”

Possibly.

“Huh?” Yes, playing dumb was a very important skill for a sub to learn. I was going to have to thank my internet people for their suggestions. “I’m still a virgin unless we count the shower and I don’t think anyone would.”

For some reason, everyone thought another penis had to be involved for me to have lost my virginity and it really wasn’t worth arguing about.

Dean huffed, but Tate was nearly shaking with barely suppressed laughter and was definitely giving the game away. It was time for a distraction, so I turned my head to look back at Tate. “Master Tate? I’m sorry I came before you got a turn.”

Perfect.

Dean groaned, but Tate tightened his grip on me as I turned to face him and looked like a Dom out of a dirty book. “I think we can fix that, as long as you’re willing to be a good boy and try something for me.”

Oh.

“Try what?” If he wouldn’t spank me, what did he want to do? “I can be a very good boy.”

Under the right circumstances.

Tate’s hands stroked over my body, almost tickling me as he softly caressed every inch he could reach, so I had high hopes. “Well, part of being a good boy is being able to explore something new even if it means explaining later that it didn’t really do anything for you.”

Hmm.

“Yes. Communication is helpful in those situations.” Especially when I’d already come, so it might not be obvious that I wasn’t having fun. “This is something where my mouth is going to be occupied? Oh, is it some kind of quiet game? I don’t think I could do that and have fun, unless some kind of toy was involved?”

Dean sighed but Tate chuckled. “No toys and no quiet games. You definitely wouldn’t have fun with something like that.”

Communicating without words was hard, and once I’d gotten to the point where I could talk to them, I didn’t see the point in stopping.

“What are we going to do then?” Part of me wanted to rub up against him again, but a bigger part of me remembered my undies. “Can I be naked when we do it? I’m sticky.”

Tate’s laughter boomed through the apartment. “Come here. We’re going to get you clean and naked and then I’m going to see if I can distract you.”

“Distract me how?” There were so many fun ways he could do it. “By giving you an orgasm?”

He flashed me a grin. “It’s something on your list.”

That didn’t narrow it down and even Dean laughed. “He’s going to need a bigger hint than that to guess.”

Since he was right, I could only shrug.

“Clean cutie and then we’ll see.” Master Tate liked teasing even more than regular Tate did.

I wasn’t sure if pouting would get me what I wanted or not, but luckily, Master Dean was just as curious as I was. “How far down his list?”

Oh, good question.

Master Tate laughed again as he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. “I have no idea. My memory doesn’t work that way.”

Didn’t all memories work the same?

I was going to ask, but he distracted me by peeling off my undies as we got to the bathroom. “You look so fucking cute with your dirty undies, little slut.”

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