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)
Ashton wasn’t particularly curious about seeing anyone whipped or anything that came close to that level of pain. He admitted to having questions but he didn’t want to see anyone else hurt. It seemed like a reasonable limit to me even though it confused him.
For some reason he thought that if he might want to try it then he should be okay with other people doing it too.
Limits did not work that way, though.
Thankfully, he took a few seconds to think, scrunching his face up and playing up the silliness but actually thinking before he shook his head. He looked sincere enough that I believed him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
That somehow earned me another glare, probably because I was being sweet, but it didn’t seem worth poking at.
“My goal for this is for us to see some new things. Try the room so you can experience the tickling in a new way. Have an interesting date night out. Is there anything else you want to add as goals for the night or the scene?” I wasn’t expecting words but I wanted to make sure he had another chance to at least huff at me.
He thought about the answer.
Interesting.
Even the sound effects were being kept to a minimum.
The binkie stayed in, however.
And he sucked…and sucked…
Thinking was taking a while, but eventually he let out a slow breath and pointed to the binkie and his onesie. I hoped the question was as clear as I thought it was, but I prepared for anything as I shrugged. “In this visit, I wasn’t planning on pushing you to be little in that kind of a situation. There are private rooms available…more normal ones with beds or chairs…that we can have cuddle time if you’d like.”
What could we do?
“I could bring some of your stuff like a binkie or your crayons and we could play with that after the other scene.” Just walking around with his binkie wouldn’t stand out from what I’d been able to tell. “But honestly, no matter what you were wearing or doing, we wouldn’t stand out as much as you think.”
His skeptical expression was back.
“It’s a kink club, nut. There will be people from nearly naked and in gear to pups and subs dressed up in a variety of ways. You in a onesie and binkie, or just with your binkie and regular clothes would not stand out.” There was no way he’d stand out.
Rocking back and forth slightly, he sucked faster and seemed to be thinking about it. I let the mulling go for a few seconds before I pushed again. “An easy middle ground would be regular clothes after the scene and we relax in the main room with you sitting on the floor beside me. You could have your quiet toy and your coloring stuff and just ignore everyone else. You’d like that.”
He was pretty good at ignoring anything he didn’t want to acknowledge, and people could easily fall into that category.
His sigh said he knew it too.
But it seemed like our conversation was over for the moment because he flopped against me and wiggled down so his head was resting on my shoulder. “All done?”
His hands waved in the all done sign and he relaxed even more.
“Okay.” He’d done better than I’d expected, so it was a good stopping point. The rest was up to me mostly anyway, so I rubbed his back and let him start to ignore everything again. I was at fifty-fifty when it came to guessing if he’d go back to being little or stay big, and he seemed to be at that point too.
Ashton wasn’t in any mood to move or talk, though, so he just kept sucking on his binkie. After a few minutes, his big change was to start petting my shirt as he cuddled, but that seemed more about him being fidgety than anything else.
“Do you want a bottle of milk or a sippy cup of juice?” That question had him going very still and he sat up enough to give me a curious expression. “Oh, did I forget to tell you that? The UPS guy came while you were gone.”
Overnight delivery was amazing and always would be.
Ashton’s eyes went wide and he patted my chest, making an excited noise. “Hmm…is my boy wondering if his new toys came in?”
His eager nod made it impossible to drag it out. “Yes. They’re here. As well as the new sippy cup I picked out and a few things like that.”
I even got a binkie clip to keep track of his quiet toy when he didn’t need it.
Excited wiggles had him sliding off my lap and grabbing my hand. The instructions were clear, so I climbed off the bed and didn’t make him drag me. “I get it. We’ll go see them.”