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Doms and Daddies weren’t mind readers.
The fact that Bishop had texted me that after we’d gotten off the phone earlier should’ve made more of an impression on me.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Relaxing into his hold, I shivered again as his thumb slowly stroked my neck.
“I know, cutie.” He kissed me gently, barely brushing his lips against mine. “But I think a boy who forgets how important he is and forgets that he needs to talk about his worries needs help remembering a few things.”
Oh.
“I…what kind of help, Sir?” There were so many wonderful and wonderfully terrible options. “I…I didn’t lie, though, and I had fun with you at the gym, Sir.”
Did that count for something?
He nodded, but it was the way his touch shifted as he started to pet my neck that said my odds of it being a wonderful punishment had shifted in my favor.
“I…I told Daddy earlier I wanted to spend more time with you this week, and I didn’t make him drag it out of me. I was good then.” Kind of?
Cohen must’ve agreed with me because his thigh flexed as he rocked his body against mine sending sparks of pleasure through me. When I moaned and went all wobbly against him, he gave me a wicked smile. “I think we need to take this inside if I’m going to help you.”
Help me?
That had to be better than punishing me, right?
It seemed like misbehaving when Daddy was far away wasn’t my best decision.
But then again, Daddy was the type to egg Cohen on, so maybe not?
“I want to be a good boy, Sir.” When in doubt, look cute and nonthreatening with wide eyes.
Eli said that would fix a lot of things from assholes in airport security to pissed-off Doms…and he would know because he’d driven so many people nuts that he had the data to back it up.
Cohen’s lips twitched, but he managed not to laugh…and he didn’t call me out on my possibly blatant manipulation. “I’m going to help you with that, naughty boy.”
Hmm.
I thought I preferred cutie.
It said there was a better possibility for an orgasm.
“Thank you, Sir.” Eli also said that Doms liked being thanked better than complaining or justification, so it seemed like the best response.
And I got another lip twitch.
Did that mean Eli was right or wrong?
I was going to have to ask Eli a few more questions.
Maybe I hadn’t done it right?
“Can you stand if I step away?” It would’ve been a ridiculous question under most circumstances, but this time it was smart.
The answer was yes, but it took a second to double-check that. As I straightened a bit and stopped putting so much pressure on the door, my legs decided standing was acceptable. “Yes, but don’t go too fast?”
This time he did smirk, but he gave me another kiss before inching away, so I decided to forgive him. “Of course, cutie. I’m not sure your legs have enough blood to hold you anyway.”
Naughty Dom.
I managed to not blush, but it was close.
“Thank you, Sir.” I might’ve sighed, but it was quiet, so he couldn’t do more than chuckle as he helped steady me.
The fact that he was probably right was the only reason I wasn’t going to call him out, though.
Hmm, maybe I’d tell Daddy on him and see if that got me some good sympathy points?
It could go either way, so I made a mental note to talk to Eli about it later. Much later. For now, I was going to show Cohen how good I was, just in case. I was pretty sure that meant standing and not driving him crazy with too many questions, but I could’ve been wrong about that one.
Doms weren’t mind readers.
Hearing Bishop’s voice in the back of my head had me mentally sighing and changing my plans.
“Sir? Will you tell me how to be a good boy for you?” It must’ve come across as more genuine than my last attempts, probably because it was, so there was no smirk this time as Cohen gave me another kiss and pulled me into his arms.
Being snuggled against his body was almost as good as being pressed against the door, but nothing could beat being manhandled by my Dom.
“Yes, cutie.” He kissed my head again as I pressed closer to him. “The best way for you to be my good boy is to let me know what you’re thinking or worrying about and to not come during your spanking until I give you permission.”
Fuck.
I knew I shouldn’t have asked.
“Yes, Sir.” I didn’t try too hard to hide my sigh this time, but it just got me another kiss.
“That’s my good boy.” Something about his tone had me thinking about Bishop, so I nuzzled against his neck and kissed him.
“Are you going to tell Daddy about my spanking?” There was no way I was going to do it…but Daddy had to know.
