Maybe Austin had a point with the wholebrat thing he had going.
Griffin laughed. “I guess you don’t want tobe fed chocolate-covered strawberries as you kneel for me?”
Okay, maybe I didn’t want to be a brat.
“Chocolate-covered strawberries?” Icouldn’t hide the excitement in my voice.
“Yes, and bits of oranges and pineappletoo.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he listed off what were probablyhand-dipped goodies just for his goody-goody.
“Well, we can’t let those go to waste.”Lifting my head, I smiled.
It didn’t do any good.
Austin was clearly drugging Silas withsomething.
Griffin shook his head. “Good try, but Iwould like to know why you are so nervous.”
Communication was important.
Communication was important.
It wasn’t any easier than it had been whenI was a teenager.
“Some things are supposed to get easierwhen you get older.” I wasn’t pouting, but I was definitely frustrated.
Griffin was smart and doing his best not tolaugh. “Talking about things is important.”
“I know.” Resting against his chest again,I let out a long breath. “Well, I don’t know exactly. I think it’s just…I don’twant to screw this up and I’m a bit excited.”
That was kind of an understatement.
“Well, realistically there is only one wayto screw up this evening. What do you think that is?” The light tone in hisvoice made it clear the answer was supposed to be easy.
“Not use my safeword?” It was the mostobvious option I could think of.
“Yes.” His hand started slowly caressing myback as he spoke. “The goal for tonight is for you to relax and let me make thedecisions.”
He was quiet for a few seconds. When Iwaited, he continued. “If I do something that you’re uncomfortable with, useyour safewords and we’ll stop and talk about it. But other than that, you don’thave to decide anything unless that’s what you want.”
Nodding against his chest, I did my best tolet go of some of the more unreasonable worries. He’d already said he’d likedme for years, and he’d made it clear over and over that he didn’t expect me tobe anything but myself. But emotions weren’t rational.
“I want to be able to submit and leteverything go.”
Griffin kissed my cheek again. “Is thereanything else you’re thinking of?”
That was a good question.
What else did I want? “I want to be able totouch you. In the pool, I wasn’t sure what you would be comfortable with. Iknow you said you wouldn’t be shocked no matter what, but I thought that wassomething we should talk about first.”
He made a sexy low sound that sent a shiverthrough me, and the hand that had been tenderly stroking my back started movingdown toward my ass. “I will always want you to touch me.
Then his hand slowly inched lower andstroked over my ass. “What do you think about my touching you at some pointtonight?”
Nodding again, I pushed back thewonderfully dirty images that kept trying to flash through my mind. “Yes,please.”
“What do you think about my slowly removingall of your clothes, piece by piece, and taking my time before we get to thepart where you get to touch me?” The moan I let out as he squeezed one cheekmade my opinion on that idea fairly clear.
He chuckled. “I think that would be a verygood reward for a boy who submitted for his Dom and who showed he wasn’tworried.”
