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Micha paused, cocking his head and studyingme. “I’m not sure I want to know what you’ve been calling me in your head.”

Nope.

His sigh said he could read that on myface.

“Never mind. I’m not going to ask.” Michawas smart and knew he was smart too. “Back on track. I’m going to call myselfyour Daddy because that’s how I think of myself when you’re little. And I’mgoing to call you little too. But that’s my word. You don’t have to use it.”

I sucked on my quiet toy harder.

Just because he’d decided to be a pain inthe butt didn’t mean I had to respond to it.

Chapter 18

Micha

Somehow he made stubbornness really sexy,but it wasn’t the time to let him know that. The way he was sucking on hisbinkie said he wasn’t in the mood to hear it. But I kept it in my back pocketfor a good distraction.

Eventually he was going to realize he wasstill in his onesie and his diaper.

“You’re really good at distracting me.” Itwas an art form he’d been working at perfecting. “But to go back to my originalthoughts, I’m going to use the words I’m most comfortable with but you can usewhatever words you’re most comfortable with.”

He huffed but then gave a firm nod.

That didn’t mean I was going to ask what hewas thinking, though.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement on that.” Itseemed like a reasonable starting point no matter how many times he sighed.“I’d also like to plan a trip to that BDSM club we were talking about lastyear. They have a private bathroom setup where we can do a losing control kindof scene where you’re big and not in a diaper.”

His eyes went wide before he huffed andcrossed his arms over his chest.

So surprise and frustration that I wasbringing it up?

Since it was basically what I’d expected, Ikept going. “We can work out a scene or I can use what we’ve already discussedand design one that will be a surprise to you. All I need from you at thispoint is which one you’d rather go with.”

He’d also need to have some kind ofdiscussion with the owners of the club, but we’d come to that drama when we hadto.

“One finger for work out the scenetogether. Two fingers for I’m in charge.” I understood why he rolled his eyesbut it had to be asked. “And color, please.”

Two fingers came up and he wrote the letterG on my chest with his finger.

That worked for me.

“Alright. I’ll make the decision and you’regreen. Frustrated with me but green.” His enthusiastic nod had me trying not tolaugh. “I’m going to send you a limits list specifically for those types ofrooms. The club has one I can download from their site. You answer itelectronically or in a conversation. Your choice.”

His choice was dramatic sighs and more eyerolls, but he nodded after a few seconds and mimed writing.

“That’s what I thought you’d say butchoices are sometimes important.” He looked at me like I was being ridiculous,but I ignored it. “We’re going to see a variety of different types of peopleand situations at the club. Are you okay with that? Is there anything you don’twant to see that we haven’t talked about?”

Ashton wasn’t particularly curious aboutseeing anyone whipped or anything that came close to that level of pain. Headmitted to having questions but he didn’t want to see anyone else hurt. Itseemed like a reasonable limit to me even though it confused him.

For some reason he thought that if he mightwant to try it then he should be okay with other people doing it too.

Limits did not work that way, though.

Thankfully, he took a few seconds to think,scrunching his face up and playing up the silliness but actually thinkingbefore he shook his head. He looked sincere enough that I believed him andkissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

That somehow earned me another glare,probably because I was being sweet, but it didn’t seem worth poking at.

“My goal for this is for us to see some newthings. Try the room so you can experience the tickling in a new way. Have aninteresting date night out. Is there anything else you want to add as goals forthe night or the scene?” I wasn’t expecting words but I wanted to make sure hehad another chance to at least huff at me.

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