Page 56 of Hiding From Laughter

“Because if I can’t remember the rules thenyou can’t fuck me. Being…imb…imp…no…inebriated. Yes, inebriated means wehave to be careful.” Well, he thought we had to be careful. I thought Ibelonged to him and he should be able to use me whenever drunk me or sober medecided it was a good idea.

“That’s right.” He seemed happy Iremembered that lecture because I got another kiss. “So…two things you likedfirst…once you make me happy then I’ll make you happy.”

There was something…

“We’re both getting happy.” Yes. That waswhat I’d missed. “That bribe doesn’t work.”

Ugh.

“Stop rocking the boat.”

That did not help keep the boat steady.

“Two things.” The stubborn tone was backeven though it was still giggly.

“Um…” Two things. I could do two things. Hehad to already know two things I liked anyway. He could read my mind. “I likethe way the diaper rubs my dick. Dry. Yes. And…and I really like how happy itmakes you. So we can do it again tomorrow. Green. You’re going to be reallyhappy.”

So happy he groaned?

“I’m going to give you an order with morefine print next time.” Mumbling something about dragging out new information,Micha sighed. “And the contract?”

Contract?

Oh.

Yes.

Ha.

Almost forgot that one.

Three things I didn’t want to do…I couldfigure that out even with two fruity drinks…or had it been three? Oh well, thatdidn’t matter. Opinions. Drunk me always had opinions. Usually it was about funthings like crafting and which dildo was perfect to ride, not fuck.

“Um…I’m thinking…not distracted.” Yep. He’dworry if I got too distracted. “I don’t want to be spanked.”

He snorted.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s easy answers.”That was the rule and he couldn’t change it. “Um, I…I don’t want to be diaperedtonight because I want to go to bed naked.”

That was new, he made thinking sounds andhe liked it.

“Good boy. That’s a good opinion.”

Only my Dom wanted a sub with extraopinions…it had to be a caretaker thing.

“I…I don’t…” I don’t want to play the gameany longer. “Um, I don’t want to go to bed sticky, so you have to make sure I’mcleaned up. I don’t…I don’t want to get a shower in the morning and then try toget…that…what did you call it?”

Ugh.

I sat up.

I looked at him.

He was frowning.

Had I confused us both?

“The headspace?”

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