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“Then I won’t do it again.” There was no logic in that at all but I figured he’d realize that later. Getting him to calm down was more important than making sense.
“What do you remember about your spanking?” His question was a surprise, so I managed to answer it before my brain could think about it too much.
“The pain. My orgasm. Your finger in my ass. The words. I like that.” Now I was starting to realize I wasn’t censoring quite enough of my thoughts…or getting them in the right order.
Fuck it.
“Um, a really good orgasm. You were talking.” He’d called me his slutty bottom boy and I wasn’t sure how to make sure he did that again. “Then everything goes fuzzy?”
I could text him that, right?
I could manage an email too, maybe?
“I liked the dirty talk.” Was that what he was worried about? “You’re really good at it. You’re really creative.”
Maybe when I texted him, I could ask him if he was censoring himself too much?
I had a feeling he’d be able to think of naughtier things to call me but it felt like he was worried about offending me.
But his groan made me question that.
“No, Ender. The last part. Right before you orgasmed.” He was back to sounding offended. “The what do you need part.”
Well, at least he wasn’t worried any longer?
Oh.
Wait.
“Yep, now you’ve got it. You were upset.” His tone had me reminding myself that he didn’t like feeling helpless and he wasn’t upset at me.
So many triggers in one scene.
Oops.
“I’m fine.” I’d die of embarrassment later, but he couldn’t handle that right now, so I grabbed the blanket that was now in reach and dragged it over our heads. “Promise.”
Much better.
“Blanket fort means not fine.” His offended tone was starting to sound cute, but I knew that wouldn’t come across right so I kept it to myself.
“No. Blanket fort just reinforces fine.” Kind of. “I’m feeling much better now, so let’s work on making you better.”
He snorted.
Lovely.
“That’s not helpful.” He didn’t like that either but he hugged me tighter. “Scenes sometimes bring up strong emotions. That’s not a bad thing. I orgasmed, remember? That means pleasure. Pleasure means good.”
There’d just been other stuff that’d been bottled up and popped like a champagne cork under the pressure.
“There are serious flaws in your logic.” Leif had mellowed slightly, but I knew if I had a prayer of being spanked again, we had to fix the situation right then.
“Probably but it’s still logic.” That was not helping. Okay, what would fix this? “We both know you wouldn’t have gotten enough answers in a normal discussion. A certain style of bribery needed to be involved to keep the information flowing.”
He sighed.
Was that good or bad under the circumstances?
