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Had I mentioned how evil he was?

“If it’s too uncomfortable, all you have todo is whimper and wiggle and I’ll understand.” He kissed my cheek as he reachedfor the weird arm brace mitt thing. “You’re very good at communicating, though,so I don’t think I need to worry.”

Probably not.

I did, though.

Yes, I should’ve started worrying a lotsooner.

“One mitt.” Sliding the first hand into thefuzzy-lined mitt that looked a bit like a streamlined boxing glove, he didanother happy head bob as he wrapped the Velcro straps around my wrist. “I hadto get this specially made, but the guy is local and already had the pieces. Hewas impressed by my idea and is going to start selling them.”

My helpful Dom.

Just perfect.

He’d had way too much time on his handslately.

I was an idiot.

An idiot who was wrapped up in an animalonesie and mitts that looked a bit like boxing gloves and a hobbler had a baby.

Fucking perfect.

Chapter 10

Micha

He was adorable when he grumbled and thebinkie just made it even better.

Oh, he had a cloudy look on his face andwas making frustrated sounds as he turned his hands over to study therestraints, but his cute hard-on wiggle was impossible to miss.

“Alright, let’s get your mitts in place andthen we’re going to have fun.” He didn’t seem to believe me about that part,but he was sucking away on his quiet toy and didn’t put up any fuss as Ibrought the straps of the gloves around his back and buckled them together.

They’d release quickly in an emergency, butthey were sturdy enough for him to wiggle and tug on them if he wanted to poutand pitch a fit. He wouldn’t be able to help himself and he’d do it at somepoint. What I wasn’t sure was how he’d react to feeling even more helpless inthat situation.

Aroused?

Submissive?

Little?

A mix of all three?

Knowing Ashton, it was probably somethingelse I hadn’t thought of, but that was part of the fun of exploring somethingnew with him.

“My cutie.” Yep, he’d already startedmoving his arms back and forth. At most he could move them about a foot awayfrom his body, and that was one arm at a time. But he seemed more curious thanfrustrated, so I wasn’t worried. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you with anything youneed.”

He pouted.

He grumbled.

He sucked.

He wiggled his hips.

Yep. He liked the new mitts.

And I liked all of it.

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