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)
“You look perfect.” Giving me his sappy smile, Micha kissed my nose. “One last piece.”
Had I mentioned how evil he was?
“If it’s too uncomfortable, all you have to do is whimper and wiggle and I’ll understand.” He kissed my cheek as he reached for the weird arm brace mitt thing. “You’re very good at communicating, though, so I don’t think I need to worry.”
Probably not.
I did, though.
Yes, I should’ve started worrying a lot sooner.
“One mitt.” Sliding the first hand into the fuzzy-lined mitt that looked a bit like a streamlined boxing glove, he did another happy head bob as he wrapped the Velcro straps around my wrist. “I had to get this specially made, but the guy is local and already had the pieces. He was impressed by my idea and is going to start selling them.”
My helpful Dom.
Just perfect.
He’d had way too much time on his hands lately.
I was an idiot.
An idiot who was wrapped up in an animal onesie and mitts that looked a bit like boxing gloves and a hobbler had a baby.
Fucking perfect.
Chapter 10
Micha
He was adorable when he grumbled and the binkie just made it even better.
Oh, he had a cloudy look on his face and was making frustrated sounds as he turned his hands over to study the restraints, but his cute hard-on wiggle was impossible to miss.
“Alright, let’s get your mitts in place and then we’re going to have fun.” He didn’t seem to believe me about that part, but he was sucking away on his quiet toy and didn’t put up any fuss as I brought the straps of the gloves around his back and buckled them together.
They’d release quickly in an emergency, but they were sturdy enough for him to wiggle and tug on them if he wanted to pout and pitch a fit. He wouldn’t be able to help himself and he’d do it at some point. What I wasn’t sure was how he’d react to feeling even more helpless in that situation.
Aroused?
Submissive?
Little?
A mix of all three?
Knowing Ashton, it was probably something else I hadn’t thought of, but that was part of the fun of exploring something new with him.
“My cutie.” Yep, he’d already started moving his arms back and forth. At most he could move them about a foot away from his body, and that was one arm at a time. But he seemed more curious than frustrated, so I wasn’t worried. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you with anything you need.”
He pouted.
He grumbled.
He sucked.
He wiggled his hips.
Yep. He liked the new mitts.
And I liked all of it.
He was adorable and had taken to the binkie like a duck to water. Not having to talk was probably his favorite part of all of it, but I was hoping he’d thoroughly enjoy a few other pieces as well once he’d relaxed into it.
His brain was still working a bit too fast and a bit too grown-up to really sink into the scene, but he was calm and liked his clothes. I was going to count everything as a win so far and just see where the rest took us.
“Alright.” Another forehead kiss got more grumbling, but he leaned closer and glared at me until he got cheek kisses too. “I’m going to release your arms as you walk down the stairs but we’ll give you happy hands once we’re back downstairs again.”
Safety first even if he was adorable.
Yep.
Adorable.
He pulled his hands against his chest and huffed. “How upset will I get if you fall down the stairs?”
One long sigh around the binkie had him offering up his hands, looking a bit like an adorable T-Rex.
“Good boy.” More kisses, grumbling, and a bit of safety got us to the bottom of the stairs safely, but I made sure to secure him again as soon as we reached the first floor. “Perfect.”
If he thought about it carefully, he’d be able to do a lot of things, but he was never careful and rarely thought anything through. He’d find a fun way to brat and be pouty, but he wasn’t going to put a lot of effort into doing things for himself.
“You’re going to sit at the table and play while I finish up dinner.” He’d actually come home at a reasonable time, so it wasn’t already cold or been hanging around in the slow cooker for entirely too long. “I made you mac-n-cheese.”
The good kind that needed to be finished in the oven…his favorite.
Oh yes.
His eyes lit up and he waved his fingers at me in a gimmie kind of gesture. But that binkie was still in place, so I didn’t expect any kind of verbal response aside from happy noises. “My boy is excited.”
Kissing his cheeks again, I picked him up and held him tightly as he wrapped his legs around me. “Good boy. Playtime and then we’ll have a bottle and dinner.”