Page 30 of Finding His Happiness
Why?
“Does my voice make you think of my ass?” How were the two connected?
Instead of explaining it, he groaned. “Now it does.”
Maybe he was ridiculous because he was turned on and hadn’t come yet?
“I think we need to work on getting you an orgasm.” I’d spent the drive home wondering if talking to him again would end up being awkward, but I was glad to see it was just as easy as it had been in person.
For some reason I didn’t understand, people seemed to have a switch that flipped as soon as they walked away. They’d be nice in the moment but once they got space from me it was like a magic spell that made them decide I was more trouble than I was worth.
My Dom didn’t seem to have that issue and seemed to still be my Dom even if I’d frustrated him.
“Brat.” His flat tone had me wanting to smile again. “You’re very lucky I find that cute.”
I wasn’t sure if it was my luck or his mental issue, but either way I was going to take advantage of it. I just had to figure out what to say in response to make him smile or get hard again. “Some Doms would say I needed a spanking.”
Was that right?
Oh.
He groaned again.
“Naughty boy...I don’t need any other fantasies of you running around in my head.” His tone was too dramatic to be real. My real Dom was very calm but this playful version was interesting. I wasn’t going to agree with the no more fantasies idea, though.
I wasn’t sure why he was doing it, but encouraging it seemed to be the best plan of action based on internet research.
“I don’t know about that.” I couldn’t do the flirty voice I’d heard some of the subs using, but I could incorporate their scripts into my own verbiage. “I have it on good authority you need images for the bed and the shower. So as a good sub, I’m pretty sure it’s my job to explain that I’ve read a variety of material about shower sex.”
I didn’t understand all of it, but I’d read about it.
Ha.
He moaned that time and I could hear movement in the background.
It was obvious his mental landscape had a better idea about how to incorporate himself and me into those kinds of fantasies. With a rich imagination, all I should have to do is give him vague ideas and he’d put the rest together in some kind of erotic package.
“Are you lying down...Sir?” That didn’t sound as odd as I thought it would but part of me wanted to test out Mastertoo. Something about that word felt better...more solid...but it seemed like something we needed to discuss first.
I didn’t completely understand the hierarchy of terms but Master was definitely higher on the tier list than Sir.
“Yes, boy. I stripped down as soon as I got home too.” Something about the tone in his voice made it sound like he’d already grabbed his erection. “I spent the entire drive home thinking about you and my pants were killing me.”
Because thinking about doing things to me made him hard.
That was just odd, but it was nice to hear.
I knew I didn’t see intimacy and sex the same way as other people. In the past I hadn’t cared one way or the other because people were generally annoying, but I wanted my Master to get what he needed from our relationship.
That meant orgasms even if I wasn’t the one giving them to him.
I might turn out to be absolutely terrible at that, but he’d enjoyed my kisses and the way I’d cuddled him. That was a good starting point and one I could actually visualize thanks to his earlier explanations.
“Did they get tighter when you were thinking about me sitting on your lap in just my cage?” Bingo. He made another low sound. “Or were you thinking about having me ride your cock too?”
Ha.
I was better at this than I thought I’d be.
