Page 33 of A Halloween Kind of Night

I was a bit more straightforward when it was just me alone, but from what I’d been able to piece together, Wynn was more creative with his orgasms.

“Not being able to spend stupid money on Amazon made it easier to spend stupid money on other sites.” Sighing as he tattled on himself, he shrugged. “But I stayed in my budget.”

“What part of your budget is sex toys?” I’d helped him set the damned thing up.

“Um, the one where I said it was for streaming services? I’m just watching yours. I stopped mine about six months ago.” He was quiet for a second. “Sorry I lied about forgetting the logins.”

For fuck’s sake.

“No more lying about your budget.”

He giggled. “You sound more offended by that than the fact that I dressed you up as my Dom and took you to a BDSM party.”

“I am.” It was definitely the bigger transgression.

His barely controlled laughter said he didn’t understand that at all. “Sorry, Sir.”

I was going to claim bullshit again, but he sucked the wind out of my sails. “You take such good care of me.”

He was definitely the brat.

“We’re going to look at your budget and your collection tomorrow.” To see what he’d been buying and to see what I could use to fuck with him.

“And that scary and sexy thing is coming back.” He huffed like he didn’t appreciate it, but exhaustion made it hard to stay frustrated for long. “Budgets shouldn’t be sexy.”

I was not going to agree with that because it gave me so many wonderful opportunities to Dom him…I just hadn’t realized that was what I’d been doing.

“We’ll find ways to make it fun.” I was thinking more toward the toys side of things, but Wynn’s brain didn’t work like that.

“Stickers. I should get more stars on my chart for doing good with my budget. You’re right.” He mumbled something softly but it was too garbled to understand. “Yes.”

I wasn’t going to randomly agree with anything he said, so I kissed his head as he faded closer to sleep. He should’ve been out already, but his brain had to keep rolling the situation around to study it from new angles.

“You…did you say all you wanted?” Sounding confused, he brought one hand up between us and started petting my chest. “I think…we might’ve gotten distracted?”

That was entirely possible, but I wasn’t sure he was ready to hear the rest of what I wanted. “We can talk about that in the morning. Just close your eyes and relax.”

Obeying that order would’ve made my life too easy.

“No. I can’t argue. So I’m not. But I…I have to take care of you.” Stubbornness was setting into his voice and I knew I was fucked.

He was easygoing until he wasn’t.

And we’d gotten to the he wasn’t part.

“You’re going to take very good care of me, baby, but some things take time, alright?” He just huffed. He was such an adorable pain in the ass. “I want you to love me.”

Before I could get to the point where I explained I could be patient and that stuff took time, he sighed. “That’s it? Oh good.”

Huh?

Wiggling against me until he’d pushed me onto my back so he could stretch out on top of me, he let out another breath and relaxed completely. “That’s easy. I thought…I thought I might have to learn to deepthroat you. My toothbrush makes me gag and I’d hate…I’d hate to disappoint you.”

“No, we’re good on that. I’m practical with that kind of stuff.” It’d never occurred to me to even fantasize about something like that.

Once you’d heard someone gag on their toothbrush for the thousandth time, some fantasies just weren’t believable anymore.

“So I don’t have to worry.” His body twitched and it took me a moment to realize he thought he’d shrugged. “I already love you.”

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