“Alright.” He gave my head one last stroke as his smile turned almost sheepish. “No more annoying questions for the time being.”
That sounded like a wonderful plan.
So did the next part.
As he moved to the couch, he grabbed one of the random pillows that were decorating it and put it between his legs. “You were so good. Come here, birdie.”
Everything was so weird in my brain, I didn’t question crawling closer and resting my head on his leg. He started to pet me again like he’d promised. I didn’t have to do anything. He was just…nice. Yep, stupid word but accurate in this case, so I closed my eyes and let the floaty feeling come back as I took a deep breath.
After a while, I heard someone on the TV laugh and I opened my eyes to see an old sci-fi movie playing. Ben was still running his fingers through my hair and massaging my neck as his hand moved lower.
His relaxing touch and the soothing rhythm it made was definitely part of the reason why nothing was stressing me out at the moment, but I knew that would come back later.
But I was patient and wasn’t going to rush to find my worries.
For the time being, I shifted just enough to let him know I’d tuned back in. He didn’t change anything about the way he was petting me, but he made a happy sound. “There you are.”
“Yeah, brain checked out for a while again.” I wasn’t sure what he’d say, but he was giving off a pleased, laid-back vibe that wasn’t pissing me off yet.
“I’m glad it worked. I was happy that you relaxed and were able to let go of your stress.” His verymatter of factwords and the tone that said he was glad I wasn’t pissed made me smile…and stay put.
“The internet agreed with you, so I thought it couldn’t hurt to try.” Turned out the internet wasn’t just full of shit.
“Better stress reliever than dancing?” The way I shrugged made him chuckle. “So, different but good?”
“Different.” Although it certainly felt like I’d spent all night dancing. “More thorough, maybe?”
I wasn’t going to lie and make him freak the fuck out, but it felt odd to answer his questions even though the internet said that was part of it too. I couldn’t remember the exact words, but they’d said he was supposed to watch out for me and I was supposed to talk.
So I was going to talk.
“I’m glad you’re thinking about it, but if you start to feel bad later, I want you to promise to tell me. Either call or just tell me if we’re still hanging out.” He was trying to sound casual, but I could hear the stress in his voice.
“That drop thing. Got it.” My answer had him chuckling again as he ran his fingers down my neck.
“Fine. I’ll stop worrying.” My snort had him sighing dramatically. “Alright, I’lltryto stop worrying.”
“That sounds more honest.” Ben was definitely the type to worry and I wasn’t sure he’d be able to turn it off like a light.
“Brat.” The soft smile in his voice made me grin, but only because I knew he couldn’t see my face.
“You’ve clearly lost your mind swinging that toy around, so I’m not going to point out how ridiculous that accusation is.” Yep, swinging that thing had clearly sucked his brain out…and thinking about sucking his brains out turned my imagination to other things.
As the silly movie played in the background, I shifted and reached over with one hand so it was resting on his foot. As I slowly started running my fingers under his pants leg, he went very still. It was the lightest of touches and couldn’t even begin to be called erotic, but he moaned.
“Pretty birdie, I made you promises.” His breathy tone did wonderful things to me and I knew he’d be able to tell with one look. “This was just to show you how it felt to submit.”
He was so cute.
“You’ve done a good job keeping your promise.” He’d done better than I’d expected, honestly. “I haven’t forgotten the limits.”
I wasn’t planning on pushing at his either.
“I’m not asking you to touch me.” Slowly inching my fingers up, I stroked his leg over his pants and turned so I was kneeling between his legs. “I’m being very good, Sir.”
That had heat flaring in his eyes as he pulled his hands back to press them against the cushion of the couch. “I’m not so sure we’d agree on that definition then.”
“I only said I wasn’t going to kiss on the first date, Sir.” Looking up the line of his body, I got a thrill when I saw his hard erection straining the front of his pants in a sexy bulge. “My lips aren’t going anywhere near yours, Sir.”
