That was an easy order and I didn’t even have to open my eyes. “Green.”
There were muffled sounds coming from around us but nothing felt close or like I had to worry about it. Not-Henry was there. He even stroked my head and made the hammocky thing go back and forth again. “Good boy.”
I was always going to be good if it got me orgasms like that.
Hmm.
The way he snickered said that might not have been an inside thought, so I pressed my lips together.
Ugh.
It made him laugh again.
“Don’t stop on my account, Shelby boy.” Not-Henry clearly found me funny but he kept swinging me and petting my head, so I decided I didn’t mind. Well, the part of me that sighed and tried to go back to the melty happy place decided I didn’t mind and the rest of me just went along with it. “That’s right. You’re just going to relax. We don’t have to move.”
Good…because I wasn’t sure I could get my body to cooperate enough to go anywhere.
But as we swung and cuddled, I slowly felt the rest of my body and my brain come back online one little bit at a time. I didn’t appreciate it and I was pretty sure I was offended by it, but it didn’t seem to be my decision.
Not-Henry seemed to sense I was frustrated because he kissed my head and made a low soothing shushing sound. “You have to surface eventually, Shelby boy, but how about I promise to tie you up again as soon as you want?”
“Tonight.” I wasn’t testing him…nope…I was just making sure he understood I should get what I wanted when it came to orgasms. “You can order for me at dinner and…and I’ll tell you where I hid my change jar.”
“Naughty boy.” His words said naughty but his tone said he thought I was cute. “Deal.”
Yep, he thought I was cute enough to give me my way so that was all that mattered.
“Are you ready to open your eyes yet?” His question made me sigh and he seemed to find that funny too, but his snicker was quiet, so I ignored it.
“What am I going to see?” I wasn’t ready to move yet but I had a feeling I couldn’t stay there forever. “Is my ceiling strong enough for a hammock?”
“No.” Not-Henry’s answer came so fast I knew not to question it. “But we can find other ways of giving you the same experience and we can keep coming back here anytime we want. Next time we can use one of the private rooms if you’d like.”
Did I care?
“I don’t know if I care, so you can tell me if I do.” He was really good at knowing what I wanted, so it seemed like a decision he should make. “Thank you for swinging me.”
And hitting me with the stick thingy…and for helping to orgasm my brains out…and for showing me what the scene from the book looked like…and…
The giggle that someone let out made me realize I needed to close my mouth again.
That was such hard work.
“I waited until the scene was over and he’d relaxed and aftercare had been started. He even talked about opening his eyes and had questions about future scenes.” The voice probably could’ve kept going but someone grunted.
Oh.
That was the Silas man.
He had a very distinctive grunt.
“Austin.”
Not-Henry sounded like he wanted to sigh but was behaving himself.
“Can I say your name?”
Why did people care so much about that?
