Page 6 of Hiding From Laughter

Not a single movement at all.

Yep. He was curious at the very least.

“I’m not talking about the toys and toddlerstuff that we saw. I’m just thinking diapers and helplessness.” Tightening myhold on him, I rocked him back and forth. “You like it when I carry you.”

That finally got a giggle.

He really got off on our size differenceeven if it’d taken him a while to admit it.

He’d somehow gotten the idea in his headthat we couldn’t like a physical characteristic our partner had no controlover. Bullshit. If my being oversized and strong made him hard, why would Iwant him to hide that?

We’d worked through most of it, but we’dnever really used it in a scene before aside from role-playing one time where Iwas the caveman who hauled off my prize. He’d loved that and I made a mentalnote to come back to that idea again later.

For the time being, though, I had anotherfantasy in mind.

“Maybe we put those mittens on you that youthink are so ridiculous and I make you helpless? Then we have tickle time andwhen you’re worn out, I hold my baby boy and I focus on the completely helplesspart of the scene.” He’d always moved the conversation in a new direction whenit got close to anything age play related, so we hadn’t talked about the babyside of it.

Had we ever seen anyone at a munch who wasthat young when they got into their little headspace?

We’d met drama queens and a lot of brats,but had he seen any other types?

We’d stopped going to most of those socialevents just because there were a handful of regulars that he hadn’t gottenalong with at all. For some reason, there were a lot of high-maintenance bratsrunning around the scene lately and he’d found them to be completely overwhelming.

Two drama queens did not make best friendsno matter what their Doms and Daddies were trying to push.

“You know, when I put the restrainingoption in the jar in the past, I think helpless is what I was imagining but mymind automatically filled that in with how you could be helpless. Restrained.But there are a lot of other ways to feed that same need.” I liked it when hewas helpless and needed me, and he liked it too.

His soft sigh said he knew I wasn’t fuckingwith him about it either.

Had he been thinking something along thesame lines and I hadn’t seen it?

“I’m a bit more of a linear thinker.” Ishrugged as he tried not to giggle. “Not enough dirty books, I guess.”

“They’re romance novels.” His reply wasprobably automatic based on how many times we’d done the same routine, but Itook it as a good sign anyway.

“Bullshit. I’ve seen what they’re gettingup to and they’re nothing like those old romance novels my mother used toread.” Those had been dirty too but the long-haired dude that used to be on allthe book covers had never done anything like what was currently going on inAshton’s books.

I got more giggles before he sighed.“You’re ridiculous.”

Maybe, but I was getting words, so thatmeant I was a fantastic Dom.

“Romance novels have the helpless partnerbeing abducted and ravished. I remember those parts. Your books haveconversations about limits and kinks.” Making an exaggerated thinking sound, Ilet him wonder what I was going to do next. “You know, if I wasn’t careful, I’dthink you wanted more romance in your life and I’d just abduct you. Those oldromance dudes wouldn’t worry about giving their partner what they wanted.”

And I got a shocked inhale.

Doing my best not to smile, I gave himanother tight hug. “I’d carry you off and strip you down. Then I’d make youcompletely helpless and tickle you into submission.”

He couldn’t resist giggling but he tried tohide it.

“I think romance novel dude was Fabio andhe never did anything like that.” Ashton’s pushback was half-assed at best, andmy adorable brat knew it.

“Well, I’m a caveman and not classy likeromance novel dude.” Getting more happy sounds from him had my stress levelsgoing down again. “But we could probably both carry off our helpless partners.”

Pressing his face against my shoulder to hidehis laughter, he nodded. When he could finally talk, he shifted so he wasresting against me and no longer trying to escape the conversation. “You’d likethat part.”

“I would.” There was no reason to denythat. “I’ve really liked the scenes we did where you were helpless.”

This would just be a new way to explore thesame idea, but since I was pretty sure he needed some time to process it, Ishifted gears a bit and my hands started to wander. “I liked carrying you offto my cave and making you my mate.”

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