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)
He laughed again.
“The boat is moving.”
He had to stop that.
“I’m the boat, nut.” My boat hugged me tighter. “But yes, that’s probably part of why I like the diaper part. I also like seeing you lose control and hearing you laugh and knowing I get to take care of you after. So yeah, back to that caretaking part.”
Caretaker Doms were kind of insane…and high maintenance.
Why had I never realized that before?
“Because I’ve been too careful and backed off when you started getting nervous.” His tone sounded like he wanted to say duh but he was too grown-up for that. “You’re testing my patience, nut.”
“It’s not my fault you keep reading my mind.” He was just rude. “You’re not supposed to do that.”
Every book said that was just bad manners.
“Stay focused.” Micha groaned, probably because he knew he’d been rude when he read my mind. “I’m not going to be nice any longer.”
“Then will you fuck me? I like it when you get frustrated and kind of mean.” Not really mean. Micha didn’t do mean. But he was sexy when he growled at me and said I was driving him batshit. “If I drive you insane for a few more minutes would that be enough to get you to bend me over the couch again? Slowly. The seasickness might come back if we go fast.”
God.
He was bouncing me again…if I barfed it wasn’t going to be my fault.
“You are a wonderfully constant reminder of why I love you.” He was trying to make me crazy and seasick at the same time. “I will fuck you hard if you can tell me two things you liked about our scene last night and if you remember the drunk rules from the contract.”
He was so much work sometimes.
“Why am I asking about the contract rules, nut?” He had his stubborn voice on, so I knew better than to drag out the answer.
“Because if I can’t remember the rules then you can’t fuck me. Being…imb…imp…no…inebriated. Yes, inebriated means we have to be careful.” Well, he thought we had to be careful. I thought I belonged to him and he should be able to use me whenever drunk me or sober me decided it was a good idea.
“That’s right.” He seemed happy I remembered that lecture because I got another kiss. “So…two things you liked first…once you make me happy then I’ll make you happy.”
There was something…
“We’re both getting happy.” Yes. That was what I’d missed. “That bribe doesn’t work.”
Ugh.
“Stop rocking the boat.”
That did not help keep the boat steady.
“Two things.” The stubborn tone was back even though it was still giggly.
“Um…” Two things. I could do two things. He had to already know two things I liked anyway. He could read my mind. “I like the way the diaper rubs my dick. Dry. Yes. And…and I really like how happy it makes you. So we can do it again tomorrow. Green. You’re going to be really happy.”
So happy he groaned?
“I’m going to give you an order with more fine print next time.” Mumbling something about dragging out new information, Micha sighed. “And the contract?”
Contract?
Oh.
Yes.
Ha.
Almost forgot that one.
Three things I didn’t want to do…I could figure that out even with two fruity drinks…or had it been three? Oh well, that didn’t matter. Opinions. Drunk me always had opinions. Usually it was about fun things like crafting and which dildo was perfect to ride, not fuck.
“Um…I’m thinking…not distracted.” Yep. He’d worry if I got too distracted. “I don’t want to be spanked.”
He snorted.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s easy answers.” That was the rule and he couldn’t change it. “Um, I…I don’t want to be diapered tonight because I want to go to bed naked.”
That was new, he made thinking sounds and he liked it.
“Good boy. That’s a good opinion.”
Only my Dom wanted a sub with extra opinions…it had to be a caretaker thing.
“I…I don’t…” I don’t want to play the game any longer. “Um, I don’t want to go to bed sticky, so you have to make sure I’m cleaned up. I don’t…I don’t want to get a shower in the morning and then try to get…that…what did you call it?”
Ugh.
I sat up.
I looked at him.
He was frowning.
Had I confused us both?
“The headspace?”
Perfect. Micha was so smart even when I was drunk. “Yes. That.”
Whatever it meant.
“I understand. Thorough cleaning tonight, so we can go right into that relaxed headspace in the morning.” Micha smiled, giving me a quick peck as I wiggled around so I was straddling his lap. “That’s very good thinking, baby.”
Yay.
Leaning in, I rested my forehead against his. “Good thinking means good fucking.”
I’d been really smart to make sure that was in our contract too.
Sober me was amazing…drunk me was horny.
“You are insane.” Micha wanted to giggle but he gave me another kiss instead. “But I love that about you, baby.”