Page 196 of Naughty November

Nothing.

When he had my legs wrapped around his waist and an arm under my ass, he kissed my head and snuggled me close again. “I’ve got a plan and a sweet boy to play with who doesn’t have to talk at all.”

Because in the scene he had planned out, I wasn’t grown-up enough to use words.

Fine print was terrible.

Sighing was all I could do since I couldn’t talk or safeword. Well, I could safeword but he’d stop and I’d definitely have to talk at that point. He’d worry and I’d have to explain I’d panicked and then it’d get even worse because he’d make me tell him in words that I wanted to keep going.

Not that I wanted to keep going.

But it was out of my control now…there was the whole no talking thing and all.

Micha chuckled, his big chest making it a rumbly sound that always made him feel like he was some kind of vibrating teddy bear. “It’s going to be fun and you’re going to be so cute when you laugh.”

Shoot.

Now I was blushing.

“Oh.” Micha liked it when he got that reaction, so it got me kisses and happy sounds as he patted my butt. “So cute.”

I didn’t mind being cute until I heard the sound of the package. Somehow just remembering what he’d bought made that word sound different. I was cute. I was practically a twink even though I was almost ancient at nearly thirty for my second year in a row, and I liked being cute.

Most of the time.

Now it made me want to squirm, so I hid against his neck, which made him chuckle again as he kept moving around the kitchen suspiciously. “It’s okay. I’m going to take good care of you and make you so happy.”

Ugh.

No more margaritas.

None.

No more kinky crafts.

None.

Those two things should’ve never gotten mixed up together to begin with.

The internet was evil…it gave people ideas…and confidence.

What the hell was he doing in the fridge?

Micha was completely ignoring my existential crisis and humming as he finally stopped torturing me and walked us back to the bedroom. “You’re going to be cute and you’re going to laugh and you’re going to be helpless.”

I was starting to wish we both didn’t like me being helpless so much.

Sadly, that didn’t seem to be something I could change, especially with the way he was patting my butt and reminding me that he was holding me. I was already helpless. Stuck. Held by the caveman who was going to do silly, kinky things to me.

And he was going to do it happily.

Ugh.

I couldn’t panic if he was having fun. He should’ve known that instead of trying to make me confident again. That was just cheating, and once I could talk, I was going to make sure he knew how much trouble he was in.

Being happy when I was so stressed…he had no manners at all.

“If you keep bitching me out in your head, I’m not going to tickle you enough.” His dryly delivered threat had me sucking in a breath.