On the way past the desk, I saw not only the books with the lists but also the book that I had been reading.
My cheeks flushed, remembering all too well that page that I desperately wanted to go back to.
With heat still on my face, I kneeled before the man, right between his legs so they could easily enclose me. Dixie ran in after us with a toy in her mouth, finding a perfect place to keep chewing on it.
At least she was easily entertained.
“Are you going to read books off that shelf again?” He pulled the pacifier from my mouth, setting it on the desk.
Would he believe me if I lied?
“I…can’t help it.”
“Why?”
“I like to read. And….it’s interesting.” To put it mildly.
“What made this one so interesting?” He held it up and then began to flip through the pages.
Yeah, that wasn’t something I was going to answer. But knowing I was safe that he wouldn’t force me to talk was even nicer.
“Or maybe, I should have you just read out the section you left off on.”
Oh no. That’d be horrible.
I shook my head quickly, my hair covering my face as I moved.
“What shall I do with you, little one?”
Uh…keep me?I thought, but instead, I shuffled forward, leaning my head on his thigh. Maybe if I could be sweet, he’d forget all about what I did and will do it again.
“I haven’t even read half of those books, and not this one, so you gotta tell me what you find that’s worth being put into a timeout.”
“Page seventy-two,” I whispered, scooting just a bit closer.
I heard the pages flip as he found the number I gave. He placed a hand in my hair, letting his nails scrape against my scalp. Instantly, my eyes fell closed, loving the closeness.
“Well…that would be frotting.”
Oh, well that was one of those words that I hadn’t understood on the list. “I…green for that.”
But only with him. If it was anyone else, then no thanks.
I already decided in my mind that Sabastian would have to be the one and only one to do anything on that list with me. Or to me.
“I think, from now on, since you are determined to read these books,” he paused, taking a deep breath. “When you read them, every night I want you to tell me something that you enjoyed about it. Tell me about acertain scene you found warmth from. Or tell me about the storyline.”
My heart beat too fast in my chest all of a sudden. He wanted me totellhim what I was reading. Couldn’t he just read them himself and figure out what I liked or didn’t like?
“What do you like the idea of frotting?”
I shifted, my hips pumping into nothingness as I rethought about that scene. I liked it all.
“Warmth.” All of a sudden my mouth was dry, and I wanted to suck on something. Anything.
Shifting again, my head right where his cock lay semi-soft.
What would it feel like in my mouth? Would it be squishy at first? Or would it be hard and warm, fitting right into my mouth easily?
