“Your submission. Hers. Two incredibly intelligent, smart, funny, gorgeous partners. I hope with my guidance and rules you’ll relax more. Without the added pressures that have been making you both stressed, I’m certain you’ll achieve whatever your heart desires.”
“You’re so much smarter than you look.”
“Do you need another round across my knee, babyboy?”
“No, Sir. Damn. I didn’t think I was a brat, but you tempt it out of me. It’s like I can’t seem to quiet my thoughts or my mouth around you.”
“And where will that get you?”
King prompted me to answer him but watching the tiny droplets of water from his hair drip onto his shoulders made me want to catch every one of them in my mouth. He distracted me in multiple ways. “If I answer you, Sir, I will probably end up really sore.”
“Answer me. What will happen if you keep tossing your brat at me?” King repeated the question in a slightly different way, but the meaning was the same.
“I don’t know, Sir. Show me.” My tone came out husky and seductive as if I hadn’t tossed another challenge in his direction.
He steepled his fingers.
Shit. I was in for it and we both knew it.
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Kingston
Staring at him, I let my hands drop. It was so tempting to pick up the challenges he was throwing down, but we didn’t need the distraction. There were serious conversations to be had, and as the Daddy it was my job to make sure we stayed on track. As much as I wanted to pick up Reed’s challenge, follow through on my threat, and show him how things were going to be, we had bigger fish to fry at the moment, and now that I was fully awake, I needed to talk to him about Eloise.
“I’d like to have coffee and breakfast and talk to you. You need to know about last night. When I brought our girl home, a lot happened.”
“Our girl? When you left she wasn’t either of ours. Wait. You can’t make that sort of decision….” Reed rubbed a hand across his lips.
I didn’t correct him and leaned back against the dresser, letting him come to his own conclusion.
“Okay, well actually, King, excuse me, Sir… you can. I trust you. But what the hell happened? Did she say she wants to be in a throuple?”
“Nice save. I’m glad you’re intrigued. I’d love to explain everything after we are properly caffeinated.”
“Not yet.”
Shit. Why was my boy so much in his head? “Do I need to hunt down the leather strap I know you’ve got buried in your closet and chase away the rest of your attitude or do you want to go downstairs?”
“You’renotfunny.”
“I’m hilarious, but if you mean the way I’m handling you, then take a minute. If your submissive was pushing back after you were beyond patient, spanked them, and fucked them? What would your next step be?”
He glared slightly but then I watched the wheels turn. Making him think about his behavior and how he would work through the challenge gave him something to process.
Reed pinched the bridge of his nose then dropped his hand. “I’d think my submissive was screaming for attention at that point,” he answered bluntly. “So, I’d make sure to leave them sore. Especially if they were a brat. It’s kind of a game. I don’t mean they are playing games, maybe a battle of wills is more accurate. I have a tendency to push and pull in my relationships and dynamics. I never dated a brat tamer, but then again, I’ve never had a Daddy either.”
“Not exclusive to each other. There’s literally every combination and role you can think of dynamic-wise. I can and will handle whatever you toss in my direction. I promise. However, you might not enjoy my methods.”
“No, I likely will not like them, Sir.”
“Very good. Now, I want you to think very carefully about your answer to my next question. Are you ready to have coffee and work on your assignments?”
“What doyouthink, King?”
“Oh, Reed. You’re going to be so fucking sore. From today until the end of time.” I turned without another word and walked into his closet. Rummaging through the gorgeous implement and toy cabinet he had added a few years ago, I found a well-used leather strap. Even if he liked the sting for pleasure, he wouldn’t crave it for a punishment. Not after I handled him. Spying a pair of thick leather cuffs, I grabbed them for good measure. Returning to his bed, I watched him adjust his stance, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. I shouldn’t love the way he squirmed, but I did. “Have something to add?”
“I may have been a bit snarky, Sir.”
