Page 50 of The Best Bad Decision

Was he ready to ease deeper into that side of our relationship?

Talking about it in logical ways was easy for him but it’d felt a little like he was still overthinking the me being his Dom part of everything.

“It’s sexy to hear you give yourself to me, too.” Tilting my head, I made a soft, needy sound. “Kisses, baby.”

That had him opening his eyes and curling himself around me to start kissing my neck. The change was amazing and it was like a switch had been flipped in him. “That’s right. That feels so good.”

Atlee made a quiet, needy sound I wasn’t even sure he heard as he kissed up my neck and gently rubbed me through the silky fabric. “I…I might’ve already told you this, but I like the way you always tell me what makes you happy.”

Because making a sub constantly guess how to please their Dom was a truly fucked-up way to treat them unless it was a kink they were both into. I’d met some subs who would’ve liked the stress for a single scene but Atlee couldn’t live that way without it breaking something inside him.

“That’s so sexy…I love how much you want to obey me.” And I wanted to do everything possible to encourage him to explore deepening his submission. “I’m so proud of how strong you are.”

It might take him a while to understand that, but he could mentally overthink that later. It was time to see if we could turn his brain off completely and just let him run on instinct and obedience. “Let’s see if you can give all that strength to me to hold for you, baby.”

Easing back from him, I settled against the pillows and smiled as he huffed before pressing his lips together. “What was that?”

He blinked, clearly not sure what to say. “Um, not a word, Sir.”

The technically correct answer made me want to laugh but I held back my delight and frowned deeper at him. “I think you need an attitude adjustment.”

It was going to be fun, but starting off with that confused look on his face made it perfect. He had no idea what to say to that, so I saved him by patting my lap. “Come here.”

Atlee’s entire body tensed before he let out a deliberate exhale like he was forcing himself to relax. “Yes, Sir.”

As I nodded, I leaned over and reached into a box on my nightstand. The toile pattern matched the accents in the room, but Atlee was more interested in the contents. He managed not to ask any questions but his eyes went wide before he carefully laid himself over my lap.

I wouldn’t have described him as hiding against the bed, but he was very glad to be able to ignore what was going on behind him.

He was a sexy ostrich, but he was very clearly consenting.

And probably questioning if he should’ve agreed to a plug in his limits list.

We’d have to see what he thought about it when our scene was done, but I was fairly certain he was going to enjoy it. Atlee loved anything that made him feel claimed and owned, so the constant reminder that his body was mine would be right up his alley.

And his ass.

But we’d take things one step at a time, so I started by slowly stroking his full cheeks and letting him hear how much I was enjoying it. “God. This ass is perfection.”

He chuckled softly but turned his head so he was almost hiding. “I’m not going to tell my Dom that it’s not perfect.”

“Good because you don’t want to argue with me when you’re clearly wrong.” It was perfect, and at some point, I was going to enjoy using my teeth to show him how amazing it was. “Especially when you don’t know what you want.”

That got another embarrassed chuckle as he finally gave in and hid his face completely. “That’s very normal.”

“You’re right.” I was glad we were on the same page about that. “But it also means you don’t know exactly how far to push me.”

Making circles over his ass, I paused at the fullest point of his cheeks and gave him firm squeezes as I continued to caress him. “You might figure out an aching ass means you desperately want an orgasm but I decide not to give you one.”

I did my best to make that sound sad, but there was no way to hide how sexy it would be. “You’d still be hard and desperate and I’d just enjoy your erection without letting you come.”

That earned me a full-body shiver.

“I’d be relaxed and sated and you’d be hard and so desperate you’d be shaking for me.” My voice had gone low and needy as I mentally wandered through the fantasy. “But don’t worry, a cock ring would keep you from coming, so you’d still be my good sub.”

Squeezing harder that time, I kept dialing up how rough I was playing with him and inching us toward his first spank. He loved the idea of being good above almost everything else, but there was a spark of something wicked in him that loved the idea of being denied and controlled.

It had to come down to feeling claimed but feeling like he had to work for his pleasure was also part of it.