Page 192 of Naughty November
He was wonderfully helpful.
“In thekeeping them togetherside of things, another element we could try is diapers.” I’d carefully kept my tone utterly neutral on that, but he sucked in a breath before he could hide his reaction. “That would give you the ability to lose control and not make a mess. I also think it could heighten your sense of helplessness.”
Not a single movement at all.
Yep. He was curious at the very least.
“I’m not talking about the toys and toddler stuff that we saw. I’m just thinking diapers and helplessness.” Tightening my hold on him, I rocked him back and forth. “You like it when I carry you.”
That finally got a giggle.
He really got off on our size difference even if it’d taken him a while to admit it.
He’d somehow gotten the idea in his head that we couldn’t like a physical characteristic our partner had no control over. Bullshit. If my being oversized and strong made him hard, why would I want him to hide that?
We’d worked through most of it, but we’d never really used it in a scene before aside from role-playing one time where I was the caveman who hauled off my prize. He’d loved that and I made a mental note to come back to that idea again later.
For the time being, though, I had another fantasy in mind.
“Maybe we put those mittens on you that you think are so ridiculous and I make you helpless? Then we have tickle time and when you’re worn out, I hold my baby boy and I focus on the completely helpless part of the scene.” He’d always moved the conversation in a new direction when it got close to anything age play related, so we hadn’t talked about the baby side of it.
Had we ever seen anyone at a munch who was that young when they got into their little headspace?
We’d met drama queens and a lot of brats, but had he seen any other types?
We’d stopped going to most of those social events just because there were a handful of regulars that he hadn’t gotten along with at all. For some reason, there were a lot of high-maintenance brats running around the scene lately and he’d found them to be completely overwhelming.
Two drama queens did not make best friends no matter what their Doms and Daddies were trying to push.
“You know, when I put the restraining option in the jar in the past, I think helpless is what I was imagining but my mind automatically filled that in with how you could be helpless. Restrained. But there area lot of other ways to feed that same need.” I liked it when he was helpless and needed me, and he liked it too.
His soft sigh said he knew I wasn’t fucking with him about it either.
Had he been thinking something along the same lines and I hadn’t seen it?
“I’m a bit more of a linear thinker.” I shrugged as he tried not to giggle. “Not enough dirty books, I guess.”
“They’re romance novels.” His reply was probably automatic based on how many times we’d done the same routine, but I took it as a good sign anyway.
“Bullshit. I’ve seen what they’re getting up to and they’re nothing like those old romance novels my mother used to read.” Those had been dirty too but the long-haired dude that used to be on all the book covers had never done anything like what was currently going on in Ashton’s books.
I got more giggles before he sighed. “You’re ridiculous.”
Maybe, but I was getting words, so that meant I was a fantastic Dom.
“Romance novels have the helpless partner being abducted and ravished. I remember those parts. Your books have conversations about limits and kinks.” Making an exaggerated thinking sound, I let him wonder what I was going to do next. “You know, if I wasn’t careful, I’d think you wanted more romance in your life and I’d just abduct you. Those old romance dudes wouldn’t worry about giving their partner what they wanted.”
And I got a shocked inhale.
Doing my best not to smile, I gave him another tight hug. “I’d carry you off and strip you down. Then I’d make you completely helpless and tickle you into submission.”
He couldn’t resist giggling but he tried to hide it.
“I think romance novel dude was Fabio and he never did anything like that.” Ashton’s pushback was half-assed at best, and my adorable brat knew it.
“Well, I’m a caveman and not classy like romance novel dude.” Getting more happy sounds from him had my stress levels goingdown again. “But we could probably both carry off our helpless partners.”
Pressing his face against my shoulder to hide his laughter, he nodded. When he could finally talk, he shifted so he was resting against me and no longer trying to escape the conversation. “You’d like that part.”