Page 84 of The Best Bad Decision

As long as he’d let me.

Casimir had an interesting list of things he was confident he should be doing for me. It was completely backward but arguing with him about how he could take care of me went against the whole Dom-sub dynamic.

It was a Catch-22 I hadn’t figured out how to get around yet.

I’d keep trying, though, so I rubbed his back and kissed the other side of his neck that time. “I liked seeing you sitting at the table while I made your coffee.”

I hadn’t liked that he’d kept me away from the stove because of the whole naked thing. Safety first meant he hadn’t let me make him breakfast but I was going to figure out a way around that at some point.

Because the only other option to him was to get me dressed and I liked that even less.

I was back to feeling like me and not me at the same time and it was fucking with my head.

“You’re getting better at distracting me.” Sitting back, he gave me another smirk. “That almost worked.”

“What part didn’t work? I need to learn from my mistakes.” His laughter filled the room but also got me a sexy glare when he was done. “So you’re going to make me guess instead of educating me? Is that how you help your sub?”

He wanted to laugh again. I could see it in his eyes but he stuck with the sexy glare. “I can’t decide if you’re working on a new distraction or just aiming for a spanking?”

I wouldn’t argue with that…because I wasn’t sure what I was doing either.

Ugh. He shook his head. “My goal is not to break my toy.”

“It’s not breaking me.” It’d probably just be giving me what I wanted. “But if you think that’s not a good idea, what would you like to do?”

His brows pulled together. “I haven’t gotten past playtime and food.”

Had that actually worked?

I almost breathed a sigh of relief when he perked up.

“I know. We’re going to play what’s wrong with my sub.” His expression shifted back to a glare when I sighed. “It’ll be fun for me at least.”

I was going to have to try harder next time.

Chapter 25

Casimir

He was so cute when he was a grumpy pain in the ass, but it wasn’t the time to tell him that. I’d fuck with him about it at some point, but for the time being, I needed to keep up the stern Dom glare that seemed to be turning him on.

“How should we start?” My question couldn’t be unexpected but he shrugged like a moody teenager. “Alright then. Let’s go in the living room.”

Keeping a straight face made me a badass Dom, but I was also a caring one and took his hand. “Come with me, baby.”

Getting him dressed had been a bad plan, so as we walked into the living room, I made sure the drapes were closed before stripping him again. I could almost hear his body sighing in relief as I took charge, but I didn’t let him see me react as I continued silently.

When he was naked again, beautiful and still pouting, I sat down on the couch and put a pillow on the floor in front of me. “I’m going to get you a special kneeling cushion to make sure you can do it long term without injuring my toy.”

For some reason that seemed to stop his brain mid-thought. He blinked a few times like something wasn’t processing right before slowly lowering himself into position. When he was still, I nodded approvingly and ran my hand over his head while I let silence and my control fill the room.

After a minute of steady breaths and getting an increasingly relaxed sub, I ran my hand down his head to gently cup his cheek. “Do you know why you’re so anxious?”

“No, Sir.” The answer came quickly enough I knew he was being mostly honest. “I…I don’t think I do?”

That was a start and I liked that he hadn’t argued with me about how he was feeling.

“I’m going to leave you caged and naked longer next time.” Good intentions didn’t mean the action was right in the long run. “You’ll kneel in the kitchen while I’m making breakfast and deciding how to use you. Later, I’ll put clothes on you when you make me lunch or dinner.”