Page 58 of Ender's Curiosity


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Once I figured out what he was thinking.

“Yes, we just need to make sure we’re on the same page.” That sounded like I knew what I was doing, right? “We’ll practice before we go out next time.”

I thought I was still doing good when he snickered.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” He stopped as I locked the door and folded his arms over his chest as he glared at me like a disgruntled little terrier. “That sounded really good. But it was just bullshit filler.”

Maybe.

I wasn’t going to admit it unless I had to, though. “That’s not very polite.”

Ender made another rude sound and rolled his eyes, looking so much like Eli for a moment that I almost laughed. “No, it’s calling you out on your bullshit.”

Nope. It was rude.

“Is it ever helpful to tell you that I don’t know why you’re worried?” Turning the question around on him, I mimicked his stance and glared at him.

He shivered.

When I smirked, he huffed and pouted. “That’s cheating.”

“Nope. That’s using your weakness against you.” Me. I was his weakness. “Now, we’re going to fix whatever is making you so cheeky at the moment.”

And I knew just how to do it.

“We’re going to the couch and you’re going to get a spanking.” His head cocked and I could see his brain whirling, but he let me finish. “If you are a good boy and keep explaining what’s on your mind and what you’re worried about, I’ll keep spanking you.”

As his eyes started to get wider, I nodded and continued to explain what he seemed to know was coming. “If you stop talking, I stop spanking. No matter if you’ve come or not.”

His jaw dropped and he got a startled goldfish expression that made me fight the urge to laugh. “That’s…that’s so mean.”

Drama queen.

“No.” Shaking my head, I refused to give in to the guilt he was trying to push at me. “That’s making sure my sub gets his worries out into the open.”

And I wasn’t going to apologize for using all my resources to make sure he wasn’t obsessing needlessly over something.

It took Ender a few seconds to get his brain back on track and I couldn’t decide if his reaction was because he was shocked, turned on, or both.

“But…but what if I don’t talk enough?” He glanced over at the couch and sighed. “I…I asked for playtime earlier. I was good.”

He’d been manipulating me…but he had a point.

“Either way, I’ll jerk you off before we go to bed.” Something about that made him finally blush, but I had a feeling it was the gracious tone of my voice and not the actual topic that made him so red and wiggly…and hard.

“But we both know that you’ll like a spanking orgasm better.” Shrugging like there was nothing I could do about it, I frowned and tried to look like I was considering my options. “You’d like the dirty talk that came with a spanking orgasm better too.”

His quiet groan said he agreed with me.

“What…what would be the difference?” His bravery surprised me, but his breathy tone and the look in his eyes said desire might’ve overtaken logic at that moment.

But since it seemed like a good time to test the waters a bit, I stepped closer and let my hands fall to my sides. That alone was enough to get another shiver out of him, but when I kept moving forward, he let out a soft whine.

He was a needy boy.

That would definitely make things easier.

“Well, I might remind you about asking for playtime earlier and I might help you remember what a good cocksucker you are.” Those were definitely on the tamer side, so I wasn’t surprised when he gave a vague nod and licked his lips.

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