Page 65 of Finding His Happiness
“I don’t need to.” I could if he needed me too, though. “Do you need to give me that lecture anyway?”
Doms sometimes needed that to feel fulfilled...I’d seen it online because subs complained about those kinds of conversations on a regular basis. I thought it was because a lot of the subs were unreasonably stubborn, but pointing that out would be bad manners.
Arguing with people on the internet was never helpful.
Master’s head cocked and he paused. “I don’t know. I don’t like the idea of you walking away from this conversation confused about my thoughts.”
Oh.
What were his thoughts?
“Okay, does it matter to you?”
I waited through a smile and a quick kiss but he didn’t drag out the answer.
“No, it doesn’t matter to me as it relates to our relationship or your submission or how happy you make me. I like being able to be factual and direct with you without worrying that I’m goingto hurt your feelings.” Master’s face tightened. “I’ve tried to date several guys over the years where I had to be very careful and it was exhausting.”
Oh.
That made sense.
My Master liked being direct which was probably why he’d brought up it mattering to me to begin with. He wouldn’t like that hanging over his head, and even looked more relaxed as he continued talking his way through his thoughts. “But where it would matter is if you thought it was impacting your daily life. Only you can know that.”
Giving me another kiss seemed to make him feel better, so I curled back into him. Master needed a lot of touch to be happy and I didn’t have an issue with that at the moment.
Oh.
As I snuggled against him, I tried to gather my thoughts. “Does any of my...let’s call them traits impact you? For example, sometimes I just don’t want to be touched. That feels like it impacts you but I don’t know if that’s something a doctor could fix.”
Was there medication for that?
“No.” His firm answer had some of my very reasonable worries easing back. “In any relationship there are adjustments and compromises. I dated one guy in college who didn’t like anyone watching him eat. I really should’ve asked more questions about that. But I didn’t. I just shifted to activity dates and made sure he could be by himself at meal times.”
Master needed to be just a bit less polite...that was something I never thought I’d have to tell anyone.
“I think we need to work on you understanding it’s okay to ask questions when you’re in a relationship.” He was going to get himself hurt or something. “You’re going to end up dating a serial killer if you’re not careful.”
I was starting to see why subs online mentioned that issue so much.
His chest jerked but he managed not to laugh out loud. “I’ll think about that.”
So would I because he couldn’t take care of himself...he was too busy taking care of everyone else.
“Well, I’m not looking to date anyone else, so you’ll just have to keep dating me to protect me from myself.” His tone was obviously teasing but I wasn’t sure what else he wasn’t saying.
“What else am I supposed to read into that?” I really didn’t have enough dating experience to guess correctly. All of my previous relationships had ended well before we’d gotten to this point, so I was operating in the dark from here on out.
“That I’m trying to tell you how seriously I feel about you without trying to put pressure on you.” Master kissed my head as his hand started running lower down my back in longer strokes. “You could’ve shrugged and just told me that you’re up to the challenge or something like that if you wanted to casually respond back that you’re serious too.”
Oh.
“I’m serious too.” I was glad he was. “Thank you for explaining that.”
I wasn’t sure I needed the information going forward if he was just going to keep me, but it couldn’t hurt to understand what people were saying.
“You’re welcome.” Master made his teasing, sexy sound as his hand finally went over my ass cheeks. “Having this out is just so tempting.”
I squeaked as he tapped it, making him chuckle. “Tempting how?”
