Chapter 12
August
I don’t knowwhy I was suddenly nervous. Karsyn and I had a great connection, and very similar tastes. We met each other intellectually, as well as for casual conversation but still I had another round of nerves hitting me as I waited for her to show up at our agreed-upon time.
Stop comparing yourself to Logan!
That’s what the issue was. I strived to be the casually confident dominant Logan was. Though, I knew it wasn’t just surface level.
He’d hinted to Karsyn and I that managing two relationships was very different than having only one partner. Our relationship, mine and Logan’s was new, and our throuple even more recent. Maybe all of this was a bad idea.
I could practically hear Logan growling in my ear. Damn it. He was right. I should have talked to him way before our interactions at the club. He liked me. Somehow the man whom I’d admired from afar for so long felt the same way I did. Maybe even more so.
Studying my kitchen, I took a moment to be thankful for what I had. Being a medic in New York City nearly burnt me out completely. The challenges in Falcon Creek didn’t compare to the constant chaos of the city. I had my friends, both old and new, and Dalton was handling the issues at work. I was respected and admired. Things I’d never felt before. No, things I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. It was like Logan’s acceptance of me unlocked a whole bunch of feelings. That was part of it. I thought my confidence shined but his gentle reassurances strengthened it. Two knocks sounded on my door, and I hurried to answer it. Karsyn smiled as I leaned against the doorjamb. She had on the same flared skirt from earlier, but she’d changed into a low-cut shirt that showcased her gorgeous breasts. Her hair had been pulled into a high ponytail and ebony curls cascaded over her shoulder. She looked good enough to eat.
“Hey.” She held out a bottle of wine.
“Hi, sweetheart.” I stepped back to allow her to enter. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you. It was nice to see you at the hospital.”
“Nice?”
She giggled, a high-pitched melodic sound. “I wasn’t going to stroke your ego, Sir.”
“I could use a little stroking every now and then.”
“I bet you could,” Karsyn teased gently.
“Dinner is ready but if you have other ideas, I’m game.” I winked and set the wine into an ice bucket. “Would you like to take a detour to my room instead?”
“As much as I love that idea, I am really hungry, Sir.”
“Food, then other things.” I kissed her lips and her mouth parted, allowing me to deepen it. Soon we were making out, her body pressed against mine as we tasted each other. I ran my hand through her long, dark curls.
“Uh, you’re distracting me, August.”
“I love the way you taste, babygirl. I would much rather carry you to the bedroom and have my way with you.”
“If I wasn’t so hungry, I’d be on my knees already.”
“Fine, fine.” I nipped her neck. “Let’s eat.”
“Food!”
“Yes, babygirl. Food.” I swatted her ass, and she went to the table, sitting down while keeping her eyes on me. I plated our meal and then poured us a glass of wine each. “Your choice pairs perfectly with dinner. We couldn’t have planned it better.”
“I was thinking that when I smelled the food. We must have been on the same wavelength.”
“So, why are you so hungry tonight?”
Karsyn blinked a few times, then focused on taking several bites. After a minute she finally spoke up. “This is delicious.”
Her answer spoke volumes without saying a word. “Thank you. Is this the first meal you’ve eaten today?”
“What constitutes a meal, Sir?”
“Oh. Breaking out titles, sweetheart? I must be correct, then. You know what a meal is. Protein, veggies, carbs, fats. And you should have snacks in between. Do I need to draw you a nutrition chart?”
“I was busy today.”
“That’s not a good excuse. It’s important to fuel your body. You know this. We both have demanding jobs, which makes taking care of ourselves and eating properly even more important.”
“Running around Falcon Creek and Cheyenne talking about drugs is hardly demanding.”
“We are both on the move all day. Just because you’re not lifting patients doesn’t mean youre not taxing your body. Don’t argue with Daddy.”
My answer seemed to light a fire under her ass instead of calming her down. Her eyes flashed with irritation. “I was not arguing! But I will now. Your job is incredibly important, and I literally do nothing that helps anybody. I’m a pill pusher. No one would give a fuck if I never showed up to work again.”
“You sounded dismissive of your career when it’s just as important as any other job. Go stand in the corner nearest to the counter. I’ll tell you when you can get out.”
Karsyn pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. Finally, she pushed her chair out and stood up. She looked like she was about to tell me off or throw a tantrum, but then she marched to the corner and turned to face the wall. I was proud of her for listening, but I wanted to know why she was upset. After five minutes, I stood up from my chair and reached the corner. Rubbing her back, I moved to her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Come on, babygirl. Let’s finish dinner and you can tell me what’s bothering you so much.”
She sighed but followed me back to the table. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been feeling extremely down lately regarding my job. It’s very stressful mentally because I’m starting to realize that I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“What else do you want to do?”
She stared into her wine glass for a few seconds before drinking the rest of it. “That’s a great question. I graduated from college with a business degree. I have life experience in retail and corporate environments. I enjoy being near healthcare without necessarily being immersed in it.”
“I understand. Why don’t you pick two careers to research this week? They don’t have to be practical. Just pick two random careers and see what appeals to you about them and what doesn’t. Let me know by next weekend what they were.”
“What the hell is the point? You’re saying I can pick like… astronaut and investigate what it would take to choose it as my job?”
“Yes, babygirl. If you’re not happy in your current role and you don’t know where your passion lies, then use it as a tool to explore. I’m not guiding you only in the bedroom.”
I watched her mull over my response. Finally, the frustration that had been knitting her eyebrows together relaxed, and so did I. I enjoyed helping my partners become the best version of themselves, whether personally or professionally. I rubbed my hand along my chin, waiting for her to say something.
“You’re right, August. I shouldn’t have been so skeptical. I feel like you’ve presented yourself as someone who just struts around like you’ve had a silver spoon in your mouth growing up, but there’s so much more to you.”
“Are you saying I look like a spoiled brat?” I watched her squirm against the chair. Finally, she looked up at me and shook her head. “No, not really. But I did judge you. I’m sorry for doing it. It wasn’t fair and I was crushing on you before we met at the club.”
That surprised me. Spence had pointed her out more than a few times, telling me how Karsyn blushed whenever we were around. I’d mistakenly believed Karsyn wasn’t interested. Though I hadn’t approached either, except to offer the occasional passing, casual greeting. Leaning forward I took her hand in mine. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“We were working. I didn’t know your relationship status. Plus, as confident as I am selling my wares to doctors and medical professionals, I was desperately longing for…”
“What, Karsyn? What were you longing for?”
“A deeper connection. A beautiful friendship that leads to more. A dominant partner.” She chewed on her bottom lip.
“You were afraid to be vulnerable again. I can relate. Hell, I was afraid to be vulnerable at all.”
“Something about Logan allows him to pull out another side of you. At least it seems like it.”
“I trust him. I trust Logan so very much. He uncovers all of these little bits and pieces of myself that I refuse to show anyone. Some of them I still refuse to admit to myself. Logan finds them, polishes off the grit and the grime, and hangs them up proudly, displaying them for the whole world to see.” I sighed.
“I know you’ve never had a dominant partner but there’s more to it. Isn’t there?” Karsyn walked around the table and sat on my thigh.
I shifted her into a more comfortable position and cupped her cheek. “Yeah, there is. Until Logan, I refused to tell anyone how much I desired to be in a relationship with another man. It’s so stupid looking back on it and how long I suffered needlessly instead of just being myself.”
“I hate that you hid that part of you away from everyone, but I think Logan was always meant to be yours. That he was supposed to do everything he’s doing for you right now.”
“Maybe.” I nuzzled her nose until she giggled. “Do you have a Little side, babygirl?”
“Not really. But I do like the idea of exploring it. Wearing pretty dresses or cute outfits and sitting on your lap and watching cartoons and coloring in coloring books and–”
We sat staring at each other for a moment.
“So, you’ve thought about it?”
Karsyn pretended to lock her lips with a key.
“All right. I won’t push you tonight, but I’d love to know more about what makes you tick. To find out what you secretly desire.”
Karsyn frowned and ‘unlocked’ her mouth. “I don’t have secret desires, August. One day I want to explore age play, but in a limited way. I don’t want to be carried around on someone’s hip or be forced into diapers. I like coloring and cartoons but not sippy cups and highchairs.”
I shrugged at her explanation. “And that’s perfectly fine. There’s no right or wrong way to explore. You can be any age you want, or none. You can simply enjoy dressing up and watching movies whether they are cartoons or not. No one is going to force you to do anything. Hear me clearly. There’s no right or wrong way when it comes to exploring your kinks,” I reiterated.
“I’ve also been thinking about some of the kinks you’ve told me about. It’s a little odd when you think about it, Sir. A medic with medical kink.”
“It means I know exactly how to do whatever I want to you, and if something goes awry? Then at least I can save your life too.”
“Sir!” She hit my arm.
“I’m mostly kidding. I don’t go to the extremes with the scenes, but I’ve observed all sorts of different kinds.”
“Have you thought about examining me?” She bit her lower lip, seductively shooting come-hither glances.
“I like the idea of using certain tools and devices to bring you to orgasm. So, it’s not a full-blown exam, though I’ve done those too.” I traced my fingers along her collarbone and then repeated the pattern with my tongue.
“I’m not a snow cone,” she sassed.
“The orgasm in the supply closet quieted your brat for the afternoon, but the effect seems to be fading. Do you need more, babygirl?”
“More orgasms?”
“Yes.”
She stared at me, her pink tongue darting out of her mouth as she appeared to contemplate her response. I hoped it was positive, but we were still in the early stages of our relationship. We hadn’t had sex without Logan yet.
I leaned closer, nipping the sweet juncture where her neck and collarbone met.
“I don’t know, August,” she finally answered.
“If you have any hesitations, you need to tell me.”
“I want you and I don’t want to think about it.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. Patting her thigh, I motioned for her to stand up. Confusion splashed across her features, but I didn’t say a word since my thoughts raced with what we could do in the privacy of my bedroom. Instead, I laced our fingers together and pulled her down the hallway behind me. She didn’t protest but stared at my king-sized mattress as if she’d never seen a bed before. Karsyn popped a hip out, leaning her hand on it. She either wanted to battle or I hadn’t been clear enough.
“Do you need a written invitation?”
“This is why I don’t do kinky sex. I can’t just relax and enjoy the moment and now you’re annoyed–”
“Karsyn.” My growled tone had her shutting her mouth with an audible smack. Jabbing my fingers through my hair, I thought about her kinks and limits, things we had previously discussed. “First off, I’m not annoyed, but I’m a little confused.”
“I’m insecure. It’s been a while, okay?”
“Then come here so I can worship every inch of your body and make you feel like the goddess you are.”
She moved faster than I expected, meeting the distance between us, and stepping to my feet. I slowly peeled her shirt off her body, setting it on the dresser. Admiring her balconette bra, strappy with flowers all over it, led me to the conclusion that her panties probably matched. Undoing the zipper of her skirt, I lowered it to her ankles, encouraging her to step out of it before returning my attention to her legs. She had these sexy black thigh-high stockings on. I left them on because they were fucking hot. My hands traveled up and over her silky panties as I decided where to start.
“You look like you’re going to devour me, August.”
“In here you can call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
“What if I scream your name when I have an orgasm? I get wild sometimes.”
“Did I give you exceptions to the rule, sweetheart?”
“No, Sir.” She blushed a sweet pink flush that spread out across her cheeks. “Regardless, you’re looking at me with hungry eyes.”
“Sit on the bed.”
Karsyn sat on the edge, her huge green eyes wide with desire. I yanked the polo shirt over my head, following it with the undershirt I always wore, showing off the muscles on my chest. She bit her thumb nail as if she couldn’t keep herself quiet unless she had something in her mouth. I could fix that, I thought, but said nothing. Unbuckling my belt, I undid my dress pants and let them pool around my bare feet. As I approached her, keeping my silky, gray boxer-briefs on, I hoped my appearance was more of an underwear model than creepy half-naked guy but that was my own insecurities popping up.
Before I became a medic, I hadn’t been in good shape. The gym gave me a place to tone up my muscles and work on my confidence. Sometimes I still forgot that I looked different now. I cupped Karsyn’s chin, raising it so she had to look at me. “What’s your least favorite body part?”
She frowned, clearly not loving where her answer would lead me, but I waited patiently.
“I don’t love my feet,” she admitted cautiously.
“Every single inch of you is gorgeous and sexy. Looking at you makes me desire you even more,” I said firmly, lowering the stocking on her left leg a tiny bit at a time. With every pause I placed a kiss on her delicate skin, goosebumps prickling where I breathed along it. I continued my deliberate descent until her leg was bare.
“Don’t suck on my toes!”
By the time I reached her adorable foot, I was on my knees and her outburst made me chuckle. “I wasn’t planning on it, but if you’ve got an aversion or a limit, now would be the time to speak up.”
“I just think my toes don’t belong in anyone’s mouth.”
“You are welcome to your preferences, babygirl. Your toes are safe. Let me know if this is too close to your limit.” I lifted her foot and kissed the top of it. She raised her eyebrows but said nothing. I continued my ministrations, rubbing each of her toes and kissing the heel. Karsyn relaxed as I did it. I took the liberty to repeat the same process on her other leg.
This time she knew what to expect and moaned lightly as I rubbed. “You have absolutely magical hands, Sir.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. Now, what body part is your favorite?”
In her relaxed state, she let out a long breath. “Are you going to do the same thing?”
I reached up to her thigh and smacked it once.
“Ow! My boobs are my favorite.”
“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“It was harder than you think. If you start playing with my breasts, I’m going to get even more aroused.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, Sir.”
I straightened and joined her on the bed, climbing behind her. I unhooked her bra, sliding the gorgeous garment off her shoulders. I took my time licking down her neck to her right breast, kneading it in between my fingers and then slid my mouth onto her nipple. Karsyn moaned and her fingers found my hair, gently tugging it. I pleasured her nipple, rolling the dusky pink peak in between my teeth. “Does that feel good?”
“Everything you do feels good, Sir.”
Her breath came out in pants as she replied, and I took that as my cue to keep going. I pulled her backward and straddled her body so I could worship her left breast. “Have you ever played with nipple clamps?”
“I’ve wanted to, but I never have. I wondered what they would feel like, and whenever you bite down, I feel like the pressure might be the same.”
“Close, but nipple clamps keep the pressure. I’ll ask Logan to grab a pair the next time he’s at the shop.” I breathed across her left nipple and took it into my mouth sucking on it until it pebbled.
“Oh, Sir.” Karsyn wrapped one of her legs around my waist. “You’re getting me so hot.”
“Are you too warm, babygirl? I have ways of cooling you down or–”
“Sir!” she interrupted. “Please just keep going. I want you to keep going. Please?”
“Two pleases in one request? I must be doing something right.” I set her leg on the bed. “You enjoyed the way my finger stroked your nerves this afternoon. Have you played with your butt plugs?”
“Nope. I’m too embarrassed.”
“Why?” I loved the way her hips moved as if she imagined the way one of them would feel buried in her asshole. She was incredibly sexy.
“I’ve never had anyone touch me there. Well, not until your finger this afternoon.”
That she had reached her peak only a few minutes later was even more interesting. I didn’t have any new anal toys in my box, but I had gloves and lube. She groaned, her hips rocking faster. I casually vacated the bed and rummaged through my play bag. I found a new toy, one I hadn’t purchased, along with a sticky note affixed to it. ‘For our girl. Love, Logan’. He must have added it one night when we were hanging out. I opened the package and easily removed the small starter plug.
“Looks like our boyfriend thought ahead. Take off your panties.”
“Oh, you’ve got naughty thoughts running through your head, Sir. I can hear the glee in your voice,” she purred as she shimmied out of the last item of clothing on her body.
“Yes, babygirl. I absolutely do.” I grabbed the lube and held up the plug.
“It’s too big.”
“If you’re going to take one of us in your ass, sweetheart, you’re going to have to get used to it. Unless that’s not something you want to experience.” I gave her an out.
“I protest a lot, but I’ve thought about it more times than I care to admit,” she said softly.
“Good to know.” Returning to the sweet spot in between her legs, I glanced up the long line of her body. She was beautiful, curvy, absolutely stunning in so many ways. That she had any insecurities at all baffled me. Lubing up the plug, I pressed it to her tight pucker. “Take a breath and let it out.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I inserted it slowly, a little at a time, letting her get accustomed to the sensation. It was thicker than my finger and longer with a large, flared base.
She clenched as it advanced, moaning under her breath. “Oh! Oh, it feels good.”
“Good girl,” I praised.
Her strangled gasps fueled my pleasure. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to tease her with my tongue or if I should fuck her senseless. Such a tough choice. Karsyn already said that she didn’t want to think in the bedroom, and I was happy to lead. Still, I hesitated for another moment before shaking my head. We had nowhere to be tonight.
“Did you want to sleep over, sweetheart?” I asked softly.
“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”
“Because after I gift you multiple orgasms with my tongue and my fingers, I plan on fucking you until you can’t walk. What do you think?”
“Yes, Sir! Please?”
“You don’t have to beg unless I tell you to, but I appreciate your enthusiasm.” Tugging her down the bed a little more, I parted her thighs and licked her clit once. She moaned long and loud, signaling how badly she craved my tongue. I loved it. Dipping my head down, I captured her clit, sucking on it gently. Karsyn rewarded me with even louder moans as she tapped her feet up and down.
“I don’t usually let anyone go down on me, but I can’t deny how fucking incredible you are at it.”
“Shhh, just relax.” I slid two fingers into her warm, wet, heat while I laved attention on her clit. She clenched around me and came hard. Damn. I hadn’t expected such a quick reaction.
“Fuck!”
Instead of talking or asking more questions, I quickly removed my boxer-briefs. I’d been rock-hard for a while, and I wasted no time sliding into her pussy.
Karsyn gave another strangled gasp, no doubt the plug in her ass adding a nice pressure to the mix. I thrust in and out of her while she writhed.
“Sir,” she panted. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you, babygirl.”
“Ah! You’re going to make me have another orgasm.”
“Lucky me.”
“August–”
I pulled out of her heat and smacked her mound twice, catching her pussy lips. Karsyn mewed.
“You get one warning,” I said sternly. “I don’t want to hear my name on your lips in the bedroom.”
“Why do you not like your name being screamed, Sir?”
There were a few reasons, ones I hadn’t gotten into when we were together at Logan’s house. I hadn’t been comfortable enough setting my boundaries then. I shifted so I could see her fully. “It may be something we can revisit in the future, but I lead in the bedroom. If you get comfortable saying my name in here, you might question some other aspects of the dynamic or get too big for your britches.”
“You’ve been hanging around cowboys.”
“Some of my closest friends,” I teased.
“I’m not being a brat right now, I’m genuinely curious.” Karsyn rubbed my hand.
“It’s something I’ve seen happen. I also won’t encourage you to be on top. From what I’ve experienced in the past, knocking my submissive back down a few spots after she goes on a power trip isn’t fun for either of us,” I explained.
“But I’m so much hotter from that angle.”
“You’re hot from any angle. Don’t worry, I can give you the sensation of riding me.”
“May I say your name when we’re having sex with Logan?”
“Not even then.”
“But he can call you whatever he wants?”
I slapped her mound again, harder and enough to make her entire body jerk. “Logan is our Dominant. He can call me his dirty little whore and I won’t protest.”
Karsyn giggled. “Do you think he’d call you that?”
“No, probably not,” I confirmed. “Now, are you going to remember my title, or do I have to find another way to help you remember it?” I watched her entire body shiver from my question. I couldn’t quite tell if she was going to push back or comply.
“I’ll do my best. If I mess up, it’s not intentional.”
“Good.”
“Please fuck me now? My pussy is so fucking lonely without your cock, Sir.”
Karsyn made me laugh when we were hanging out but in the middle of our intimate moment, her statement nearly made me lose all focus. I dipped my head to reach her clit, tugging it in between my lips. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl when you behave for me.”
“Then why are you smirking?”
“Well, you made Daddy forget what he’s doing.” I savored the taste of her sweet honey before adjusting myself and pressing my hard cock back into her wet heat.
“I’m so close again. Please keep going. I’m not used to this, at all.”
“Don’t worry, Karsyn. I’m not done with you yet.” I thrust in and out of her tight pussy while keeping her close to me. She moaned while doing her best to match my pace. I loved the way her body moved, pliant and relaxed. I could make love to her all night if she wanted it.
“You’re amazing, Sir.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I said, breathlessly. I kept my hips rocking at a decent pace, fucking her heated core as she whispered the naughtiest statements of encouragement I’d ever heard.
“Did you take lessons or something?”
“What?” I pulled out and brushed a piece of her hair away from her eyes.
“I didn’t mean lessons, Sir. It’s just… the way your muscles ripple… it’s like watching a male revue.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, sweetheart. I enjoy having sex if that’s what you’re trying to say.”
“I like this. Us. The two of us,” she babbled. “It’s… I like you, okay?”
My ego didn’t need any bolstering, but I grinned a huge cheesy smile as she spoke. Karsyn and I connected in an unusual way, bonding through our similar insecurities. Logan wouldn’t let us stay apart, and it gave me a renewed sense of purpose in my life. I’d wanted him in my life for a while, but Karsyn brought an added dose of sweetness and sass. She was adorable and utterly sexy all at the same time.
“Me too,” I finally answered her as the ringing in my ears faded to a dull roar. “Do you want more, babygirl, or would you rather snuggle on the couch until bedtime?”
“I don’t need a bedtime.”
“Maybe not, but I get cranky as hell if I’m not sleeping by eleven.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Then I’ll do something really reckless like poke our Daddy.”
Shit. I had only referred to Logan as my Daddy when the two of us were alone. I rubbed my hand across my mouth as if I could stuff the title back into it. I took the liberty of removing the butt plug from her tight hole and tasked myself with cleaning it before turning to her. It gave me a few extra minutes to gather my thoughts.
Laying next to her, I stroked her hair. “I apologize for not saying anything, sweetheart. Sometimes I disappear into my thoughts.”
“I understand, August. I was rolling in bliss, but I would have liked you here with me.”
I pinched her nipple hard.
“Ouch!”
“What did I say?”
“If we’re in the bedroom, refer to you as Daddy or Sir.”
“And where are we currently?”
Karsyn rolled her eyes.
I shook my head in amusement, but I also wanted her to listen. I raised her leg and slapped my palm against the lowest curve of her ass several times. When I finished with her sit-spots, my hand was stinging and her skin likely felt the same.
“Ouch! Sir! Please, it’s important!”
“Go on, beautiful.”
“There is nothing you can say to me about our relationship with Logan that is going to change my opinion of you. I mean it. You can call him whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m not going to judge you.”
I let out a long breath and slid her leg back to the mattress. Climbing on top of her, I straddled her thighs and leaned down to kiss her passionately. “I am still getting used to the idea of being in a relationship with Logan. He means so much to me. However, using his title and following his rules and then receiving immediate consequences is a lot to process. I thought I would have a better understanding of it all.”
“We’re both learning.”
“I didn’t think I was a brat until I met him.”
“Our boyfriend doesn’t seem to have any trouble handling it.”
“No, babygirl. He most certainly isn’t lacking in that area. I’ve admired him for a long time. Trust me, he can back up any promise. But I am slow on the uptake.”
“Who’s rushing you?”
I mulled over the question for a few minutes, stroking her gorgeous body as I did so. Karsyn brought up a point I hadn’t thought about. She wasn’t rushing our connection, neither was Logan. No, it was all in my head. I traced patterns all over her thighs and stomach up to her breasts.
“No one is rushing me. I figured after a man like Logan claimed me as his, I’d feel so utterly content that I’d never question him. Oh, it’s not him I’m questioning.” Frustrated, I moved off her and laid next to her, pulling her against me.
“Hey.” Karsyn poked my rib cage.
“Quit it.”
“No. You’re all in your head, August. Aren’t you? Shit! Wait.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“I can’t do what you said about your name. This is a serious conversation about our relationships. I need to be able to speak freely.”
“You can always say what’s on your mind. However, the topic is another reason for you to remember my title.”
She vacated the bed and walked out into the hallway naked. Leaning up on my elbows I shot her a questioning look. I had a feeling I knew what she was about to do, but nothing to back up my wondering.
“You’re all in your head, August.” She repeated her statement once she was outside the bedroom.
“Naughty little thing,” I chided. She leaned her hands on either side of the door jamb. Rolling out of bed, I grabbed her waist, tugging her back into my room. She stepped backward, planting most of her body in the hall. We stared at each other for a full fifteen seconds. “You can either get your ass back into bed or you can stand in the corner until you’re ready to behave.”
“This is important.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Why can’t I say your name while we are in the bedroom? Give me an answer, please? If I can understand the reasoning behind it, maybe I’ll be able to remember it.”
I rubbed my throat while I thought about how to answer her. I didn’t appreciate the way she was challenging me. The irony wasn’t lost on me, since I was guilty of the same thing with Logan. Brats and their loopholes. I didn’t consider myself someone who regularly wrangled them, but I had dated plenty, and apparently, I was one.
“Bed or corner, Feisty?”
She sulked, tossing one long strand of her hair over her shoulder. Her ponytail had come undone during our intense lovemaking. After a few more seconds of sulking, she walked back into my room. Instead of returning to the mattress, she grabbed her panties from the pile of clothing and stepped into them.
That wouldn’t do. Keeping my posture as neutral as possible, I wrapped an arm around her waist and used my free hand to wrestle her panties off. I slapped either side of her ass for good measure.
“I can’t do this, Sir. I can’t follow your rules if I don’t understand them.”
“I gave you two choices. Pick one. Once you do that, we will discuss our rules. It will show us where there is room to negotiate.”
Karsyn worked her bottom lip in and out between her teeth. She shook her head as if fighting a battle I couldn’t see. “I want to stay here tonight with you in your bed.”
I lifted her into my arms and brought her around to the other side. Lowering her gently I climbed on top of her.
“It’s more than a show of respect, babygirl. Whether or not we are in the bedroom, I am in charge. From what I’ve experienced myself, the more casual we speak, the easier it is for the dynamic to slip. I don’t want that to happen to us.”
“I’m not calling you by your name to be disrespectful.”
“If it were up to me alone, I’d only have you call me by a title.”
“That feels difficult.”
“It doesn’t have to be, it’s about comfort level and expectations. I won’t force you to do something you’re not on board with, regardless of how I feel about it.”
“Even in public?”
“No, sweetheart. Not in public. The only exception would be Logan’s club since it’s open but mainly private.”
“If there can be the understanding that I won’t be punished for slipping up. I will do my best to use a title all the time. It’s going to take me a while to get used to it. I do want to please you, but it’s going to be difficult if I’m getting in trouble.”
I brushed my thumb across each of her nipples in turn. “Deal.”
“Really? I didn’t expect you to agree.”
“Why would you ask for leniency if you didn’t want it?”
“I do! I just didn’t think you would go for it. This is new for me, but I promise I want this. You. Us. Logan.”
“Good. Now, continue your rant.”
Her mouth quirked into a smile. “It wasn’t a rant. It sounds like you’re caught in your head about what it means to be a brat. Why do you think I brat?”
“Hm.” I leaned down and captured one of her dusky pink nipples into my mouth, rolling it around my tongue. She gasped and threaded her fingers into my hair pulling me closer to her breast. I sucked on the tip before releasing it and doing the same thing on the other side. Karsyn bowed her back, softly cursing under her breath.
“It’s a good question,” I mused. “I suppose people brat for all sorts of reasons: more attention, a punishment, or maybe because deep down they needed reassurance. If you challenge me? I’ll match your energy. Then I’m chasing your bratty ass all over the place. Whether it’s physically or metaphorically speaking, I’m proving my dedication. I’m showing you my commitment.”
“Fuck! How do you do that?”
“Arouse you?”
“No, I am very aware of how often you turn me on,” she cooed. “I’m talking about your ability to somehow read my mind and give me the perfect answer I need.”
“I don’t have a ton of experience there, as much as I hate to admit it out loud. Everything I just said to you is why I’ve become a brat to Logan.”
Staring at my girlfriend, I kissed each of her pebbled peaks in turn. I had grown quiet while I was stuck in my head again, as she said, and I didn’t want her to doubt our relationship.
“It’s complicated, but it doesn’t need to be. I said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m not going to judge you, Sir.” Her gorgeous body beckoned me to continue our explorations, but she’d brought up a lot of insecurities, ones I needed to face before I threatened the stability of our throuple.
“I believe you, sweetheart. It’s getting late. How about we snuggle for a while until we fall asleep?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’d love to do that.” She smiled warmly, her tone inviting.
I fixed the blankets over us and wrapped my arms around her. “I apologize for letting things get in the way of our time together tonight.”
“A relationship isn’t all fun and games. We’re still figuring each other out. Slow and steady may not win the race but you always cross the finish line.”
“What?”
“I don’t know, I’m trying to reassure you, but my brain is a little fried this week.”
“Understood. Mmm. I do love how you fit against me. I’m glad you came over.”
“Me too, Daddy.”
Admitting everything out loud to Karsyn stole the wind out of my sails. I needed to have a serious discussion with my boyfriend about the lingering doubts stuck in my brain. He would take my concerns seriously and likely get to the bottom of the issue via one of the handcrafted paddles on his wall. I didn’t look forward to the conversation that followed but it would keep us on the same page. If I could stop overthinking everything would fall into place.