Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
No one spent that much time in the bathroom without there being serious issues.
That’d actually worried me until I’d listened at the door and heard the sounds of his favorite app game. The brat had probably gone up several levels as he’d tried to avoid having conversations about what he was curious about.
And once we got through our current rough patch, we were going to update our contract to give me more control over shit like that.
I’d seriously underestimated how badly he took care of himself when he worried and how well he reacted to having a Daddy in his life.
He just didn’t understand that yet.
“So the way I see it, you were worse to yourself than you were to me.” Shrugging, I let out a deep breath and did my best to sound sad about it. “You weren’t nice to my baby.”
Muttering something about me being ridiculous, he quickly quieted his grumbling as he buried his face against my chest. “You should’ve made me be better. I don’t have to feel guilty about that.”
Ashton logic was always fascinating.
“So we’re in agreement that you need me to step up and take control of your choices in situations where you’re struggling?” That had the smart drama queen going very still as his brain started to whirl. “Am I reading what you’re saying right?”
He wanted to say no, but he’d blamed me first, so he couldn’t.
“I…I don’t…” When he couldn’t figure out how to get himself out of the hole he’d dug, he started to squirm. “I’m going to say sorry again.”
“Nope.” Tightening my grip on the wiggly nut, I made him good and stuck which helped his brain slow down. “I’m going to use your ass later. So that lovely mouth will have to wait for another time.”
Oh, the asshole Dom comment had him melting and turned his brain off even more. Ashton tried to fight it and find a response, but he didn’t try very hard. “I…but I…”
He was too busy to manage a complete sentence as he rubbed his face against me, doing his best not to moan. “I’ll…”
“That’s right. You’re going to be good while I help you to remember that I’m going to be in control more and that you’re going to learn to depend on me more.” Yes. I liked that plan. “You’re very smart, baby.”
And he was wonderfully articulate as he gave an I’m fucked groan and huffed. “Yeah, I’m smart.”
Sarcastic too.
But I ignored it as I kissed his head. “You are.”
He made more whines and sighs I mentally sorted through, but when none came close to a safeword sound, I kept going with my confident, pleasant Dom tone. “I’m going to help you, though.”
No worries about that.
Before he could work up the courage to ask what I had planned, I decided to explain because the apocalypse might come before he got to that point.
And at the very least we’d miss dinner.
“I’m going to get you dressed up as my helpless boy tonight and then this weekend you’re going to spend even more time helpless. I think depending on me for anything you need will help make an impression on you.” It’d also turn him on even if he couldn’t figure out why quite yet.
“You…” The word trailed off as his brain whirled like the thinking screen on the computer. He didn’t crash, though. He just eventually sighed and frowned. “You’re kind of evil.”
“Aww. Thank you.” Kissing his head, I made long strokes over his back and made sure he didn’t hear any frustration or second-guessing in my voice. “I’m glad you seem to understand how important this is going to be to me.”
Mumbling something about me being a dick, he quieted the grumbling and pressed his face tighter against my chest. “I understand.”
Possibly…but at the very least he’d grasped that I was going to push him again.
“But I’m not going to make you talk about your feelings or about being controlled.” I was fucking with him a bit…not torturing him. That would come later. “So I have a few ways we can both help to remember that you don’t have to talk at all.”
He went still again, but my boy was too curious to stay quiet for long. “You…you bought something.”
It wasn’t exactly a question, but I nodded. “Yes.”
Reaching over, I pulled a new grown-up-sized binkie out of the box I’d bought. “You can use this special toy to help me remember that you don’t have to talk or you can use your thumb. If you can’t pick or don’t want to pick, I’ll decide. Because tonight is about me taking complete control for a few hours.”
Ashton was utterly silent for several long moments as he turned his head to peek over at the blue binkie. “And this weekend you’re going to do it again.”