Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Yes.
It was time for me to be selfish.
“I’ve done enough good deeds. It’s my turn for fun.” But what kind? “Love ’em and leave ’em over there?”
No, he was still pretending to be a bottom for fuck only knew what reason.
“Twink does not mean bottom. But I’ll work on him another time.” He was beyond stubborn because he’d been doing the same routine for weeks. “Who else is here?”
About half the guys showed up for every get-together because they liked chatting with people who understood them. I wasn’t sure why so many people were still shocked by men who lactated, but they were, so it was nice that the guys had friends.
But they were all yummy temptations too, so I needed to focus on the ones looking for something spicier than friendship.
I’d handled those guys last time and most of the friend groups were still behaving well. “Board game guys are still good. Looks like…yep…debating Dungeons and Dragons again.”
Warhammer was more interesting but they’d figure that out eventually.
“Gossip is still going strong and no red flags.” They were definitely the ones who’d get themselves all worked up without enough supervision.
“Who are you?” Big, nervous, and frowning had gone from group to group but hadn’t stayed anywhere. “You are…sexy and confused.”
Hmm.
“Eye contact…look at me, baby…yeah…oh a blush.” Bingo. “My invitation has arrived.”
And it looked like my weekend had just gotten more interesting because he was big enough to snuggle.
He was also as skittish as Jerry’s guinea pig, so I hoped he didn’t bite. I was the only one who was supposed to do that, but some subs didn’t know how to behave themselves. But my cutie looked like he was very well-behaved and ready to obey his…Master?
No.
Too nervous and not enough edge in either of us for that title.
We were both on the sweeter end of the spectrum.
His Handler?
It’d been a while since I had a pup.
No.
He wasn’t the tail type.
The wonderfully oversized sub was too nervous to stay in one place and hadn’t even gotten himself a snack yet.
Ah.
He was adorable as he backed himself into a corner and ended up falling into an oversized chair that was actually big enough to hold him. “I…I’m not…”
Not dominant to tell me no but did he have a safeword?
Well, there was no time like the present to find out, so I sat down on his lap and gave him what was supposed to be a sweet but excited smile. “Hi. I’m Dally. Do you have a safeword or do I need to explain what those are?”
As he blinked and found his response, I did my best to keep my hands to myself and didn’t let them wander. I was amazingly patient and didn’t rush him, which should’ve told him what kind of a Dom I was going to be to him.
The best kind.
“I’m…you’re…” He tried to get something out but finally gave me wide eyes and nodded.
Okay, nonverbal communication it would be.
“My shirt has red and green stripes on it. Point to the red one.” Oh, his relief was clear but he was also eager to obey and touched one thin link on my shirt. “Good boy. That’s perfect. Now show me a green one.”
His pink cheeks were almost the same color as the red in my shirt, but he managed to point to the green one without hesitating.
“Wonderful. I’m very proud of you for being able to do that when you’re nervous. I know it’s hard. My friend Milo is a little and he needs a push sometimes to go after what he wants and needs.” Big pushes. “He was here a few weeks ago and met his Daddy. They’re perfect together. Have you ever had a Daddy?”
He seemed like the still looking type so I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head, but I was shocked when he got a full sentence out. “You know I’m not a Dom? Or…or looking to…take charge?”
How had someone misread him that badly?
“Because you lactate people have assumed you must be the Daddy?” Well, based on the current crop of men in the club, I could understand how someone had reached that ridiculous conclusion. His size had probably confused a few people too.
My new friend blinked a few times before slowly nodding. “Yes.”
Oh, words too.
“Good job for using your words, baby boy. Answering clearly is hard, but it’s very important so we don’t have miscommunications.” That would be terrible. “We want to be very clear about our needs and what I’m looking to do with you.”
Hmm.
Blinking again.
“Remember my shirt.” I was going to have to wear it a lot until I was sure he was verbal under pressure. I didn’t have any other ones that had both colors on it. “Red means stop and green means go. No words necessary to make that clear.”
Another nod said some of what I was saying was getting through. “Very good. That was clear too.”