He rubbed the towel vigorously over his head, as if that could give him some clarity.Yeah.If only it were that easy.
He pulled on a pair of lightweight sleep pants and a soft T-shirt then went into the bedroom.Though the quilt had been turned back, she wasn’t in the room.
He noticed that the light was on in the turret, so he climbed the steps.
Sofia was on the couch, her tablet in hand.Loopy, still a little damp, and considerably fluffier than normal, was wedged between Sofia and the trunk.The dog thumped her tail but didn’t get up to greet him.
Cade was somewhat surprised by how much he enjoyed having the two of them wait for him.It was beyond normal.It soothed some of the missing pieces of his heart.
As he’d suggested, Sofia had dressed in one of his shirts.“I like it when you do as I request.”
“This?”She put down the tablet and touched the fabric near her shoulder.
“Yes.”
“It’s comfortable.”
He took his seat across from her.“You reading anything specific?”he asked, indicating the tablet.
“I was looking at a couple of websites.”
“On?”
“Bratting,” she said, glancing away.
An appealing shade of red crept up her neck.Damn, he hoped she never lost that compelling air of innocence.
“You told me to remind you.”
“Well done.”At every turn, she amazed him.He’d also talked to her about a sub pleasing her Dom, and damn, she had that figured out.Of all the dozens of things she could be doing right now, from working, to chatting with a friend, to reading a book or playing solitaire, she’d concentrated on looking up something that mattered to him.“What did you learn?”
She took a breath.“That it’s a type of behavior by a sub to get a Dom’s attention.Probably intentional, but it’s often playful, and not a serious type of disobedience.”
“Go on.”He curled his fingers around the arms of the chair.
“Some Doms seem to like that.”She met his gaze.“Others, not so much.”
“Where do you think I fall on that spectrum?”
“I’ve been wondering that,” she admitted.“You’ve brought it up several times, so obviously it matters to you.But, that kind of connection is part of my nature.After John married my mom, the house was filled with laughter for the first time.He’s a bit of a practical joker, and he’s always making puns.We groan and moan.But it created a lightness our lives had been missing and, well, with a wife and five girls, it probably saved his sanity.”
“Five girls?”
“Afraid so, me and my sister, Zoe.Then he and Mom had three more girls.When Zoe and I moved out, he might have thought he was getting a break, but one of my sisters just had twin girls, and they live at home, as well.There’s no testosterone in sight.”
“I’m glad you told me,” he said.“It helps me to understand you more.”Unlike him, she didn’t seem concerned about sharing stories of her past.She saw them as part of the fabric of her life, embracing, rather than hiding them.He could learn from that…maybe.
He hadn’t realized he’d lapsed into his head until she prompted him.“Cade?”
“What you read is correct.Bratting is often a bit mouthy or flirtatious, but I will warn you that, at times, it will get you spanked or punished in other ways.”
“Will I like it?”she asked.
“You’re walking a tightrope, sweet Sofia.”
“Am I?”
His cock hardened and the need to dominate surged even though she’d given him a hell of a blow job a little while ago.
