Page 37 of Eddie
Did he believe in mates?
Most people I’d met thought the idea of there being a perfect person for everyone was ridiculous. My parents had thought it was ludicrous too, but I remember my grandparents talking about it when I was really young. They’d been disappointed when my parents said they wanted a stable partnership and not something silly like a mate.
My mother had said one time that would probably have required giving someone else entirely too much attention and she liked how practical my father was.
I didn’t want practical…it was worse than romantic.
Practical romance would be the worst, though. Who wanted one romantic date a year on an anniversary and then to be ignored the rest of the time?
“So you found another question to ask me, huh?” Not-Henry’s wicked smirk sent another shiver through me as he pulled me back to the present. “Next thing you know you’re going to be asking me about my views on knotting and heat sex.”
Oh.
“You…you’re going to like those.” I didn’t need to ask about either of them. “I read the articles that popped up in my emails.”
That grin was something else…something naughty.
“You’re right…and a very good boy for remembering what I sent you.” Not-Henry was so proud of me it had me flashing hot and cold as he quietly studied me for several long moments. “Good boys should be rewarded.”
Yay.
Swallowing hard, I slowly nodded as I tried to figure out where my brain had wandered off to. “And…and you need to get what you want too.”
Logically I knew he’d enjoyed taking care of me after our scene and it seemed to have given him a satisfied feeling that orgasms did for me, but I wasn’t sure that would be enough all the time. “I…I like all kinds of things while being tied up.”
“I know.” Not-Henry kissed my nose, grinning when I scrunched my face up. “Don’t worry. I’m going to thoroughly use you this time.”
“Really?” People changed their minds a lot and just decided randomly that they didn’t need to talk to you for six months. “You being happy is important to me.”
He had to need more than just watching over me to be happy.
Right?
“First of all, you make me happy just being with me in person.” Not-Henry eased back just enough to take my shirt off as I thought about how to push back on that without being pushy.
When my shirt was on the floor, he cupped my face. “Shoes off.”
Simple orders really were nice.
“Yes, Sir.” That made his lips curl up faintly, but it was an almost serious look.
“Good boy.” He kissed my jaw as I toed off my shoes. “You make me happy when you obey me and when you give yourself to me.”
“I…I like belonging to you.” He sent sparks through me when he finally got to my ear and nibbled on it, but the sensations he was flooding through me got even better when he reached for my pants. “You…you’ve always taken good care of me.”
He’d kept me safe and watched over me…he’d answered my questions and made me feel seen…he even understood how badly I wanted to be restrained without making me feel weird.
He was my Not-Henry.
“There are lots of new ways I’m going to take care of you now. More watching. More caretaking. More rules for you to try to get around.” My shrug got a chuckle from him. “Yeah, you can’t help yourself with that, but I like a challenge.”
That was really good for me.
“We’re going to work out a schedule when I can come over and bathe you and get you ready for bed since you don’t do that on time on your own.” He smiled when I sighed.
“But you turn off the internet if I don’t go to bed on time and if I do it too many times in a row dessert disappears out of my grocery order.” My only other option was to go to the store and that was a mess of angry people and rude people and people who couldn’t dress themselves for public.
Like me when I forgot to put on real clothes…or that man who kept wearing fishnet stockings when he needed sheer panty hose to match his outfits.
