Page 6 of Learning to Change

“Naked cuddles.” He liked that. Yep, I was brilliant. “Let’s show Dean how cute you look with naked cuddles.”

“Yes, Master.” The wiggly worm shook his worm as he settled on my lap, his back against my chest. “Your cock is rubbing my butt.”

“He’s saying hi.” Very enthusiastically. “He thinks it’s cute too.”

Joel sighed, resting his head beside mine. “Really? Would he like to come play? I wanted to put ‘lose my virginity’ on my BDSM to-do list and you guys are the only ones I’d feel comfortable asking. You’re special.”

“Aw.” Wrapping my hand around his dick, I thrust up against him so he could feel my dick riding along his ass. “Of course we will. Won’t we, Dean?”

Hmm, eyes must be stuck in there or his would’ve fallen out.

“I think our slut would love a good spit roasting for his first time.” That had Joel squealing like a kid at Christmas, but Dean reached down to squeeze his dick through his pants. “Yeah, it’s a date then.”

We had another scene thing planned.

“Come over and tell him how excited you are for it.” Joel was badass smart with the whole sub and Dom switch thing because all it took was that one order for Dean to crawl closer. “You look so good on your knees. I always thought you’d look hot like that.”

“Oh, he does, Master.” Joel was still sounding all romantic and happy as he reached out to pet Dean’s cheek. “He looks so nice like this.”

I knew Joel couldn’t wait until it was his turn to kneel, but he was a good slut and didn’t say it yet. He was letting Dean have his turn because he was a great friend as well as a happy slut.

“He does.” Praise. Yes. Positive reinforcement. “And I fucking love the way he wants to make you happy and how cute he thinks you are.”

Dean nodded, swallowing hard and licking his lips and looking like he needed another drink as he watched my hand around Joel’s cock. So as I passed over my cup to make sure he could have the last couple sips, he took a few seconds to get his words out. “Yes…yes, I think Joel’s really cute and I…and I want to make him happy. We’re…we’re his friends and we’re supposed to take care of him.”

Damn straight.

Ha.

Straight.

“The first way we’re going to do that is to fulfill a fantasy that makes him happy and confident in himself.” I was pretty sure I’d read that and wasn’t just pulling it out of my ass, but either way, it was brilliant. “You want to make him confident, right?”

Yeah, Dean just needed to be able to focus on someone else.

“He’s…he’s important to us.” Inching closer again, Dean ended up right in front of my legs, so I widened them to give him more room and a great view. “Yes…he’s…important.”

Oh, the view must’ve been fabulous because Dean really had to work at finishing his sentence. “So we’re going to give him a fun fantasy, right? We need to make him happy and confident.”

That’d been one thing the downstairs neighbor guy had said.

Confidence was important…or sexy…or something.

“He’s…he needs to be happy and confident…yes…” Dean’s gaze bounced from staring between Joel’s legs to looking up at my face. “I don’t know how to do that.”

“I do.” That was not a problem. I was brilliant and Joel didn’t hide what he wanted. Between the two of us, it was going to be easy. “All you have to do is obey.”

Oh wow.

Dean let out a breath and nodded slowly like the word was some kind of magic trick. “You…you’re the Dom and you get to make the decisions. We…we know that’s what Doms do.”

Badass.

“It’s going to be amazing just like the chattery guy said.” Joel leaned over and kissed Dean’s cheek. “Thank you for making me happy.”

I was sober enough to question if Joel was either really good at manipulating us or if he was just that innocent, but I wasn’t sober enough to answer.

It was Dean’s turn to make the cute aww sound but he nodded too. “You’re welcome.”

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