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That.
He.
I knew I was blinking stupidly but I was stuck like a computer doing that circle thing.
Cyrus didn’t seem to mind. “If you kept pushing back but didn’t safeword, I might’ve taken you into my office for a few spanks to help get your communication skills working again or I might’ve tickled that little toy to help you think more clearly. Whatever I thought was necessary to make sure we talked through the problem.”
He.
That.
“That…that’s probably not…it’s probably not practical.” Reasonable. I should’ve gone with reasonable.
Cyrus jumped in before I could fix that problem, though.
He just had to be helpful like that.
“Don’t worry.” His fake bright and cheerful smile killed a few more brain cells and made my dick sit up and take notice of what we were talking about. “I can figure out how to make it practical.”
Was this my punishment for driving him crazy earlier?
Fuck.
It was worse than that…this conversation had been my idea.
He was an asshole and I was an idiot.
Chapter 20
Cyrus
Yes, I could help him work on his communication skills.
“Say, for example, you kept trying to change the subject here at dinner and I needed to make sure your brain stayed on track.” And that he realized I wasn’t going to back down forever from conversations we needed to have.
I’d backed down too much already and that had to stop right now…especially since he knew it too…so I stayed on track with my explanation and made sure he had examples of what would happen next time. “I might make sure you were in easy reach and give you helpful reminders that I’m in charge.”
It wouldn’t take much to keep him hard and distracted.
He knew it too based on how wide his eyes had gotten and how he finally seemed to realize he was in easy reach. The hole-in-the-wall southern restaurant he loved was filled with small bistro tables and at the moment we didn’t have an audience.
So I smiled as I reached under the table and patted his lap…not his dick…but close. “There’s one good thing about how small these tables are.”
They were not built for anyone over about five feet tall and even Weston looked like he was looming over it. His eyes darted around like he’d just realized it, but I wasn’t sure what he wasreally taking in. I didn’t need words yet, though. I had those covered. “Pats and pinches would be easy to be discreet with and that’s just the start.”
It didn’t even begin to go into all the fun things I could make him do in the bathroom…or if we got the waiter I knew went to the club.
There was at least one who was working at the restaurant, and I wasn’t afraid to have weird conversations as long as Weston didn’t safeword. The guy seemed nice and I’d seen him hanging out with Conner, so he’d probably be willing to play along.
“You’d…” He blinked and seemed to be coming back online, but it took him another few seconds to get a point across. “That’s not what I pictured when I said nothing lifestyle.”
So fucking with him was fine, but I couldn’t obsessively plan out his day?
Worked for me.
We both had jobs and other shit going on, so I didn’t need to make rules that would drive us both insane.
“Then we’ll figure out what limits you’re comfortable with, but for the time being, we’re going to say my taking more control during conversations that take place technically outside of a scene is acceptable?” I was honestly making sure we were on the same page but it had him squirming. “No. Stop playing with yourself.”
