Page 78 of Hiding From Laughter

When reality started tuning back in, Ifound myself on his lap and remembered a bench on one wall that’d been coveredin some kind of plastic-looking fabric.

“That was lube. Not soap.” My randomthoughts didn’t stay just in my head because Micha laughed and kissed my head.“Sorry. That was the first thing that popped in my mind.”

Still snickering, he hugged me tight andseemed to be able to completely ignore how dirty we both were. “That’s right.It was in the instructions.”

I’d read just far enough in those torealize I was not going to do anything the owners thought of as too much andthen I’d stopped reading. “You have a good memory.”

Micha snickered. “Didn’t read them, didyou?”

He needed to supervise me more.

“I read up until theget specialpermissionsection…then I got overwhelmed.” So I’d stopped. I’d mentallysafeworded to myself and left the rest up to him. I’d been a good sub becausesafewording was important. Everyone knew that. “I knew you’d be a good Dom.”

Sighing, he kissed my head. “You are themost ridiculous brat.”

And?

I had every intention of telling him thatonce I found the energy to be a better pain in the ass, but he distracted mefirst by cupping my cheek and tilting my head back so he could brush his lipsagainst mine. “You’re also sexy and curious and have a wonderful imagination.”

Now he was too cute for me to be a brat.

Cheater.

Sighing, I gave him a kiss that time.“You’re sweet and the best asshole Master ever and you’re cute even when you’rebeing too nice for me to brat. I don’t appreciate that, by the way.”

Micha chuckled. “I hadn’t realized I didthat.”

That wasn’t believable at all.

“But thank you for the compliments, baby.”He did it again, and he knew it. “But now I’m going to ask how you’re feelingand what you’re thinking about the scene before you can distract me again.”

Ugh.

He was such a pain in the butt.

“I wasn’t distracting you.” Notdeliberately…I’d have started doing that next. “But I’m doing fine. Thank youfor asking.”

Manners would help get me out of theconversation, right?

If being a brat wouldn’t help, I just hadto try the other end of the spectrum.

“If you don’t talk to me about what we did,I’m going to keep exploring. There’s a lot of things that are technically onyour acceptable limits list that we haven’t touched on yet.” His threat had meremembering back to that stupid list and he nodded slowly when I went still.“Yep. So talk or scene. Your choice.”

“That’s…terrible.” Just horrible. “I…I wasgood.”

That meant I shouldn’t have to talk.

“You had good behavior, and to make sureyou staymentallygood, we’re going to discuss the scene.” Kissing myforehead, Micha ignored my sigh and didn’t even acknowledge my groan as hetugged off my pants and waterproof boots he’d made me wear for the scene.

Naughty was sexy but slipping was not.

He’d said that so many times it played inhis voice in my head.

“And we’re going to have that discussionwhile I get you all clean.” Well, he was right about the not being clean part,so I didn’t argue about that. “And if you’re a good boy and tell me what you’rethinking, I won’t push the scene any further.”

For fuck’s sake.

That was the worst Catch-22 ever.

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