“Do you want one on the other side? So you match?” He nodded so fast he almost brained me, but his excitement earned him another spank so he matched. “There we go.”
“Oh, thank you.” His sighed-out response had me fighting not to show how funny he was. “That’s much better.”
“Just remember you only get the good spanks if you answer my questions and have clear communication.” Giving him a taste of what I knew he’d love got a shiver running through him. “Are you imagining being bent over my lap again already?”
“I can’t wait until I get a good boy spanking.” His adorably dramatic tone made it obvious how honest he was being. “I never knew stuff like this existed.”
“When did you discover spankings and BDSM?” Had he said anything specific about it?
“Last year after I figured out how to get around the parental controls on my computer.” He groaned so loudly I didn’t think he noticed how shocked I’d been at the answer. “That was a pain in the butt. My grandma was good at picking ridiculous passwords but I found a website online that taught me how to get around those.”
Hacking.
He’d found a website that showed him how to hack his own computer.
“The phone was easier to fix, so I didn’t have to buy a new one.” Straightening, he kissed my cheek and wiggled away to go back to studying the chairs. “Grandma would be frustrated with me but that’s okay. She wasn’t right about everything even if she was as confident as Eli.”
That was frightening.
Okay, where could I take the conversation so I would actually get helpful information?
“Some people have a confidence that’s frightening even when they’re wrong.” Shaking my head, I tried to sound relaxed as I nudged us in what I hoped was the right direction. “Come to think of it, my grandmother was the same way.”
He let out a little laugh as his smile got wider. “It must be that generation. They worried about everything and weren’t as right as they thought they were.”
Past tense?
“Did she raise you, pretty boy?” Trying to keep my tone light, I kept chattering as he nodded. “My maternal grandparents spent vacations with us and visited a lot, but I don’t think my mother could’ve lived with them full time. They butted heads about everything.”
I wasn’t sure how my mother had made it through her teenage years without killing my grandmother.
“My parents butt heads with everybody.” Sighing, he seemed resigned more than emotionally upset as he finally lowered himself to the floor so he could get closer to the dildo. “That’s why no one talks to them. I think they’re in Egypt or Indonesia? I don’t remember. They even missed the funeral because they were on some kind of weird river boat.”
Huh?
“That seems…in poor taste at the very least.” My response seemed right based on how he tipped back on his ass and gave me a bright smile.
“It is, right? That was just bad manners.” Nodding made him even happier. “I knew it was rude but they kept making weird excuses about why it was fine.”
His parents were assholes…but still alive…grandma not so much.
“Some people are selfish.” Shaking my head, I crouched down beside him so I could run my hand over his head. “Is there anything else you need help figuring out? I know there’s a lot to handle after someone passes away.”
“No.” The topic got another big smile from him and didn’t seem to fuck up the mood. “I did a great job figuring it allout. There were lots of good articles online that weren’t hidden behind that parent thing, and her lawyers were very helpful.”
Lawyers plural?
“I’m glad.” I was also starting to piece some aspects of his life together. “She seems to have planned that part out well, so I’m betting she watched over you very carefully?”
My little drama queen flopped back on the floor, sprawling his arms and legs out around me. “So careful. I didn’t realize how careful she was until I got the full internet.”
Ah.
“Were you homeschooled?” I knew a variety of people who’d been functionally homeschooled, but I wasn’t surprised in the slightest when my boy nodded. “Well, if you have questions, then who do you come to?”
“You.” Springing up to a sitting position, he threw his arms around me as I reached out to brace myself with the table. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right.” Head, toes, and everything in between. “I will allow you to ask Emerson questions as long as we talk about what advice he gave before you do anything.”
