Page 154 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“Fuck yes. I could have a leash. Oh my god—youholding myleash?! I am so into this. That is so fucking hot. You could tug on it and get mad at me. If you stomped your cute little foot and called me a bad dog I’d cum on the spot.”

“Why am I not surprised part of your fantasy involves me being angry with you?”

“Ilovewhen you’re mad.” My smile was a testament to that fact. “Actually—scratch that. I love when you pay attention to me in general. Whatever attention I can get is good enough for me, positive or negative.”

“You reallyarea puppy.” George did not sound surprised, like he’d suspected as much already.

This was trust in its truest form.

George—arguably the most guarded person I’d ever met—was allowing me to see a side of him that he’d never shown anyone else.

And that was…humbling.

The control he’d given me today had been such an immense gift.

My own kink awakening paled in comparison to the wash of uncontrollable feelings I had discovered today. Selfishness was on the back burner. How could I think about myself when George was here in my arms, needing me?

No one had ever needed me before.

Not like this.

Emotions, effervescent and happy bubbled up inside me.

“You were so beautiful, by the way,” I said. “I swear to god, I’ve never seen anything like what you just gave me. What a gift. And this whole conversation? Jesus. So fucking awesome. Everything about you is awesome—and sexy. If awesome and sexy had a baby that would be you. S-awesome.”

“Mmm,” George’s response was lackluster, but he sounded more like himself. We sat there for several long minutes, my hands wandering his limp form, rubbing and scratching, and soothing him back into the world of the living.

When he pulled away to look at me, hands on my shoulders for balance I knew I’d done well. His smile was serene. His eyes were no longer glassy. “Thank you,” George’s voice was soft as he leaned in and kissed me, long and lingering. “I needed that.”

I hummed into it, enjoying the flicker of his frisky little tongue. “Thankyou,” I said when we parted, cupping his face again, thumbs smearing away the remains of tears. “I can honestly say that Ilovedevery second of what we just did.”

I’d needed it too.

“Me too,” George admitted. “It’s never…been like that for me.”

“Me neither.” I agreed, combing his pale hair out of his face the way he often did to himself. “That wasspecial.”

“Sure was, Counselor.” George’s smile was playful, and I chuckled, unableto help myself.

“You liked the roleplay?”

“Yeah, I did.” George laughed, and his hole clenched around me again. Still loose, but tightening a bit. I groaned. And even though I’d literally just said I didn’t plan to fuck him again—I was still upset that my dick hadn’t managed to get hard. It was in limbo. Just like we were.

“You want a nap?” I offered. “Or maybe a back rub in our tent? On the mattress?”

George debated with himself. “I want…a sex sandwich.”

“You want a—” I paused, then snorted, unable to help the burst of happiness that exploded in my chest. “Ohmygod. Are youteasingme? Is this what orgasms do to you? You become a teasing little shit?”

“No. That’syou. I just know your stomach is going to start growling any minute. You get hungry after sex.” George was right, so I didn’t argue. As much as I’d just taken care of him, he apparently wanted to take care of me, too. Mother-henning me like a motherfucking boss.

“How about I set you up in the tent nice and cozy, check your cute little ass to make sure you’re good, and come back with some sex sandwiches for the both of us?” I offered, scratching his scalp and enjoying the way his eyes drifted shut. Goddamn cat, seriously. “That sound good, Duchess? That way you can keep your thoughts fuzzy soft and not have to ‘people’ until you’re ready.”

George made a face at the nickname, but otherwise was too distracted being petted to argue. “Sounds good,” he agreed.

Full of joy, full of cum, and eager for our next adventure, George and I rose from our spot on the ground. Luckily, sans butt splinters. I could only hope George wouldn’t be too devastated when he found out Neil was now swimming with the fishes—literally.

Sex sandwiches. Who knew?

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