Page 44 of The Best Bad Decision

He was too smart for his own good…especially when he combined it with his desire to be the best.

Atlee’s huff almost made me laugh as I started petting his head again. “I can’t help being curious. It comes with being highly intelligent. You should know that better than anyone.”

He was adorable.

“I understand but I’m still going to make you communicate about what you learn.” I shrugged when it looked like he was barely holding back more drama. “You should know that.”

Oh, that sigh.

One day he was going to make me laugh in the middle of a scene and derail the entire thing.

“There are just too many new things I’ve realized I never tried.” He seemed almost offended by that. “My college experience was not nearly educational enough.”

Definitely not…but was that part of why he wasn’t second-guessing submitting to me?

“But now I get to help you explore all those new things and I’m very excited to be the first person to spank you and the first man to fuck you senseless.” That had him blinking like the words didn’t quite compute, but it was a familiar expression. “And then there’s being the first man to tie you up. The first to put a cock ring on you and ride you.”

God, I loved his inexperience more than he seemed to understand but bits of comprehension peeked through as he processed what I was saying.

“That’s…that’s a very common thought process for Doms.” Atlee shifted just enough to make clear something was turning him on even more. “For some, it’s part of the ownership mentality.”

“I’m greedy.” And I wanted to own every inch of him. “And knowing no one has ever pleased you like I will is…oh, baby, I can’t explain it.”

And he couldn’t understand it because somehow focusing on his own pleasure during sex was puzzling to him.

I didn’t want to draw attention to his confusion, though, so I shifted my teasing slightly. “I love being the center of attention and being your first with so many things makes me a very happy attention whore.”

And that clicked.

He flashed me a smile before leaning into my touch again as I teased around his ear. “You just enjoy education. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Oh, I love how you think.” Giving him a quick peck, I relaxed back against the couch. “I’ll remember that when I’m deciding if you get to come.”

“I’ve done my best to follow the rules.” Instead of pushing to confirm he’d get a reward, his tone shifted to something slightly more hesitant. “But we’ve agreed that orgasms were up to you.”

Because his research had shown him it was a very common rule and he knew I liked control.

His ability to ignore what turned him on was amazing in a frightening kind of way. I was starting to see how he’d always end up so focused on his partners that he never thought about himself. Having a strong submissive side and pairing that with a lecture about how the best lovers focused on their partners would’ve really cemented the idea for him.

Atlee needed to be the best, even if it wasn’t logical, and it’d be entirely too easy for a more negatively selfish person to take advantage of that. Hell, just a slightly clueless partner could easily fall into that category too. Combining all of those little issues would’ve just reinforced the behavior.

“That’s right.” Shifting my foot again, I ran it over his bulge and sighed as I felt how hard it was. “I like control, but I love knowing you’re hard.”

The shiver that raced through him said he loved being hard too but he hadn’t been willing to dissect those feelings yet. He enjoyed the pleasure it got him, though. “It’s…it’s very common in Doms.”

Atlee might not be able to understand what he wanted but he’d done an amazing job at researching his new interests.

Somehow he’d mentally separated what he was curious about and what turned him on, though.

“That’s correct. It’s also very common to leave a sub hard for days just because it’s fun to know you’re all they can think about.” I smiled as his cock jerked under my foot. “I can’t help wondering how many days I could make you wait for your orgasm until you started begging or waking up humping your bed.”

Oh, that was fun.

His eyes got wide.

“You wouldn’t like being naughty.” It wasn’t a question but it made him shake his head and frown. “Well, if I make you wait long enough that you think humping will be a problem, all you have to do is ask for a cock cage and I’ll put it on you every night before bed.”

We lived close enough that wouldn’t be a problem.