“Sounds painful.” In many ways.
“Nope. Well, yeah. But that’s the point. Get spanked so hard I get all cried out, then there’s cuddles and love and touchies.”
I blinked, not exactly understanding those words. They hadn’t been used in the books I’d read. Well, cuddles had.
“I like cuddles.”
“What about touchies?” Noah actually whispered. He leaned into me, still keeping his voice low so no one else heard him. “Daddy touches me and makes me hard. Sometimes I’m already hard. Then he makes me feelreallygood.”
“I’ve…no?”
The few times when the need came, I’d handled it. It wasn’t often, even though that part of me was trying to demand more attention with Jasper being so touchy/feeling this week. But I hadn’t done anything to solve any issues. By the end of the day, I was just too tired and preferred to keep cuddles as they were.
“That is just not right,” Noah deadpanned. “Jasper, Koda doesn’t know howto use his hands. You should use yours on him. He has too much stress in a certain part of his body that needs to be released.”
“Noah Baker!” This time, Beckett turned around and handed his rolling pen to Asher, who took it and gave Noah a look that spoke more than words ever would. A look that was filled with surprise, but also you dished it, you gotta eat it, kind of thing. “March that white butt to the living room right now. Do not speak. Do not stomp. Walking only, no sound is coming out of you.”
“What about a fart?”
“I swear, Noah, do not test me.”
Noah’s eyes widened, maybe finally realizing how much trouble he just got himself into.
He stood slowly, then mouthed ‘help me’ to me.
“Uh….”
“Color, Noah?”
“Green,” he muttered, dropping his head and marching from the room. “Stupid green.”
“I’m going to go make sure Noah doesn’t keep running his mouth,” Asher sat down with his own brush. “I’m sure he’ll be fine, but I’m a worrier.”
Then, it was just me and Jasper and the smell of paint.
Chapter 47
Jasper declared it was break time for him too. Which meant that we found ourselves sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed.
I leaned against his side; arm wrapped around me as he chugged from a bottle of water.
“How are you doing?”
“Okay.” Tired, but that was normal these days. Not so tired I’d fall asleep sitting here. Well, I could since it was Jasper I was leaning on.
“Tell me what you want.”
I sighed, hating this new game he started. He wanted me to tell him things. A want, a need, or a wish randomly.
I wasn’t good at this game, at all.
“The truth.” The truth at all times from him. I knew he’d never lie, but a small part of me was still hurt, even though it was getting smaller and smaller as the days went by.
Shouldn’t I hold onto that hurt longer, though? Shouldn’t I make him suffer like I had?
But then, was it worth my pain to keep holding onto such anger? Was it worth my energy?
I knew the answers to those. I didn’t even have to think about them.
