Page 21 of Finding His Happiness
My boy winced and then seemed to try not to smile. “That’s never pleasant.”
“You can laugh.” Shaking my head, I pouted dramatically. “I jerked and bounced back like I’d been zapped by electricity.”
He still thought he shouldn’t laugh, but he sat up on his knees and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry you got hurt.”
“Thank you.” Giving him a cheek kiss in return, I held up the flogger. “Would you like to touch the strands?”
Head cocking, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around it. “I found a site that explained the different implements I might see used at the club, but I wasn’t sure why these would be soft.”
I smiled as he gave the strands a tug and frowned at them like they were being deliberately confusing. “They come in different styles, but it’s more of the big deep hug end of the pain spectrum, not the smack your funny bone kind of painful situations.”
“Oh.” His expression shifted from suspicious to curious. “I like hugs.”
He was curious about the most interesting things.
“Then why don’t we try a few swings first to see what you think and if you’d like to explore it more, I’ll restrain you and show you what the two things are like together.” I’d never approached a scene like this but being able to explain things step by step was more relaxing than I’d ever imagined.
“What about the cock ring?” He looked down at the bed and his thinking look came back. “I should probably be fully restrained so I’m getting the full picture.”
He really wanted to try having his dick locked up.
“I would like that.” I really would. “The things to consider first are going to be checking in with how you’re still feelingabout nudity and where I can touch. I’m also going to be slightly overprotective and remind you that a lot of people don’t like being restrained for a variety of reasons, so we’re not going to worry if you change your mind on this activity.”
He barely held back rolling his eyes and I was pretty sure the strain bordered on painful. “Thank you for checking in with me and making sure I remember that any information I learn is helpful.”
Brat.
“You’re welcome.” Keeping a straight face was just as painful for me. “And thank you for keeping all that sass in check.”
He deflated like a popped balloon and slumped back on the bed. “It’s so hard to control. I’m trying to be polite because I don’t like the idea of being naughty, but it’s exhausting.”
No laughing.
No laughing.
No laughing.
“Submission is not for the faint of heart and I’m proud of you for how hard you’re working at it.” Polite was not his natural state. Directness and telling people they were ridiculous was. “I think I understand a little bit about how hard you’re working for me.”
Oh, that face of his.
It lit up when he felt seen and understood, and all his drama and confusion was swept away for a few seconds. “People don’t ever appreciate that.”
“I bet you’re exhausted by the end of the day.” Leaning over, I kissed his head. “If we continue to spend more time together, we could do specific meetups on days where it was very hard and you need your Dom to take control.”
And his brain was fully engaged again.
“Some submissives have their Doms make a variety of decisions based on their specific situations and what they findtaxing.” It was clear he liked that idea, so I nodded and ran my hand over his head. As he leaned into my touch, he gave me another peek into his sexy brain. “Examples I found were things like picking out meals, but I think help with my frustration levels would be more practical.”
Interesting.
“I think that’s very reasonable.” And I could already see several ways I could help depending on what parts of our current scene that he liked. “We just need to find the best options to help you relax.”
Nodding, he let out a deep breath. “It might take time to figure that out but we’re both very smart.”
That was strong praise from my boy, so I kissed his head and smiled. “I agree.”
His tiny happy dance wiggle on the bed had me trying not to laugh. “What are we going to do now?”
