Page 3 of Hiding From Laughter

“Yes, even if we were the one to putsomething in the jar, we can yellow and put it back or red and just take itout. Sometimes the things we were curious about change and that’s okay.” He’dput bottoming in the jar, but he’d finally redded after yellowing threedifferent times.

I wasn’t even sure why he’d put it in thereto begin with considering I didn’t want to top, but he’d finally admitted hethought he should be sharing all of himself with me.

He was cute, but he wasn’t making me do allthe work in the bedroom.

“Are there options in the jar that you wantto red but are worried about telling me that?” There was doubt in his voicebefore he’d gotten the sentence out, so he didn’t seem surprised when I shookmy head.

“Alright, I didn’t think so.” We both knewI was pretty good at saying no to things I thought were a turnoff. “Oh.”

Ugh.

“Are there options left in the jar thatyou’re embarrassed about wanting to try?” There was no more doubt in his voicebut there was a lot of curiosity.

I didn’t manage to say yes but I did shrug.

He knew that was making progress, so he keptpushing. “Did you put something in the jar you know I wouldn’t want to do?”

I found myself shaking my head before I’dremembered that I was going to be stubborn.

Shoot.

“No. You’re very open-minded.” And he’dexplored a variety of kinks before we’d met. I was the one with a slightlyboring background and had been damned near vanilla before he’d helped me fixthat.

“So you put topics in the jar that you knowI’m okay with but that you’re embarrassed about wanting and you’ve just beenhoping they wouldn’t get picked?” It sounded insane when he said it like that.

“Well, I was hoping that you’d pick them soyou could safeword if it came down to that. If I didn’t pick them, I couldn’tworry about it as much.” Hmm. That didn’t sound any more sane when I said itthat way either. “It was logical at some point.”

He made another rude sound, but I got akiss, so I decided not to complain.

“I know it was logical to you.” It was myturn to make a rude noise, but he just ignored me. “So this is what we’re goingto do. There are only a handful of topics left, so we’re going to lay them outand we’re going to have a very rational conversation about the ones you’reembarrassed by.”

Ugh.

I hated it when he was a good partner andDom.

The domination and submission side of ourrelationship was laid-back and relaxed, but every once in a while, somethinghit his Dom side just right and it’d come out to play. Unfortunately, thatusually revolved around things I was being a pain in the ass about.

“Fine.” There had to be a way to get out ofit. I just had to figure that out before he let me off his lap. “We’ll have agood conversation.”

He picked me up.

Damn it. Sometimes being short sucked.

“Don’t grumble.” Micha huffed as I made anattempt to follow that order. “Grab the jar.”

I was still debating how to escape when hestopped at the bookshelf that covered one big wall and smacked my butt. “Now.”

He was such an asshole sometimes.

“I’m getting it.” I’d just been slow.“See?”

He snorted. “Good boy.”

“That’s cheating.” He knew I liked thatphrase too much.

“No, it’s using my resources.” Michashrugged as he took us back over to the couch and sat us down again, stillkeeping me trapped. “And my brain, because I think I’ve been too nice aboutletting you avoid your yellows for too long.”

Damn it.

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