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Just imagining how that would go had me flashing hot and cold and I was glad I was kneeling because my legs felt wobbly. “Those…those are good words.”
And not ones I’d ever had anyone say to me.
“We’ll have to think up some others for different situations, but my sweet boy probably shouldn’t say fuck or dirty words like that. Those are words for a Master.” Somehow Bastian had gone from, well, Bastian to Master so fast I wasn’t sure when it had happened.
“Most…most guys say…they use those words.” It seemed like a requirement to be a full-grown adult male unless I was dealing with a woman and she liked phrases like making love. Even Terrence said fuck. Especially when he had his toys out for his afternoon nap.
“You’re not most guys.” Master’s firm tone said there was no negotiating that part. “You’re my sweet boy. So little or big, you’re not going to use those words.”
I.
He.
That.
“Yes, Master.” Most subs online had glossed over the rules their Doms had made for them, but someone really should’ve pointed out how amazing it was. “I’ll be your sweet boy.”
His pleased hum sent a shiver through me and I might’ve moaned because his expression shifted to a sexy smirk. But the way he was watching me was so distracting I might’ve done something else without realizing it. “I’m very glad because I want to be able to reward my sweet boy.”
Rewards were amazing…hopefully.
Once I’d actually gotten one, I knew it was going to be amazing.
Chapter 14
Bastian
“You…you need to make sure I know how to be a good boy who gets rewards, though.” Looking eager and not nearly as worried as I thought he might end up being, Orlando glanced between me and the list. “My job is to answer honestly and yours is to make sure I have clear instructions.”
It might’ve been slightly manipulative, but I thought he was leaning more toward being sincere when he explained our roles.
“I read…I read a post from a guy…a sub…who had a relationship go bad and he said it was because they didn’t communicate right and it always felt like he had to read the Dom’s mind to figure out what he wanted.” Orlando’s exploration into BDSM seemed to have been less about porn and more about first-person accounts of how it made other people feel.
I wasn’t sure how much that had influenced his own desires, but so far, I was glad he’d learned the most important aspects of a relationship like this…communication.
“I think a lot of people run into relationships like that on both sides, but you and I are both good at communicating when it comes to talking about what we need and want.” It seemed that way, at least. “We’re just taking that same idea to the next level.”
Nodding slowly, he focused back on the list. “Having it written out is nice and kind of strange. I’ve never had a list of stuff like this to talk about with anyone I wanted to…well…you know…I’m not sure how it would feel with someone else but you make it easy.”
He studied one of the limits for a second before he looked at me again. “Is this supposed to be harder?”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking, but knowing how much of a people pleaser he was, I wanted to answer it carefully. “Everyone feels differently about situations like this. I’m more of afuck it if they don’t like mekind of person most of the time.”
That got a grin from him and a quiet snicker, pushing me to lean over and kiss his head. “Most of the time.”
Not with Orlando, but I was pretty sure he knew that.
“But I think for you, if you were truly uncomfortable going over the list with someone you were talking about doing a scene with, that means you weren’t supposed to do a scene with them.” When his family wasn’t fucking with him, Orlando had good instincts about what he wanted. “Just go with your gut and listen to that little voice that tells you if something is right or wrong.”
Something about his expression made me think he took the advice seriously, but it quickly shifted to something more mischievous as he gave me a quick peck. “Remember that later.”
Lord.
“I don’t want to know what you’ve done.” It was time for a distraction so he didn’t end up talking me into a punishment instead. “List time.”
Shifting my position so my legs were wrapped around him, I pointed to the top of the list. “These are in a slightly differentorder than I would’ve put them, but random works for the moment.”
Giving me a snicker, he wiggled in what seemed to be an attempt to get me to hold him tighter. “The person who made the list likes spankings.”
