Page 28 of Culture and Curiosities
I had to take good care of my Daddy so he’d like mating and want to do it lots and lots.
And lots.
Chapter 8
Toman
We had found another activity which brought out the hunter in my mate. He was what the diner men calledadorablebut that word could still indicate danger.
Did the diner men understand that?
The sparkly dragon who threatened to eat human shapes did.
“We shall start out with the plan of you getting what you want.” That always seemed to be the best way to start a mating based on my observations. “However, I will promise to use safewords and to explain my thoughts should my desires change.”
“You need to tell me what you want, too, though. We can both be happy.” Wren’s sweet tone indicated youthfulness, but his gaze was pure hunter.
And I seemed to be his prey.
It was a unique experience and brought out conflicting emotions.
“From what I have overheard, there will always be ways of compromising in a mating and the caretaker relationship.” Giving in to the growing urge, I spread my legs wider and used my hands on his arms to encourage him closer. “We will find ways of both gaining pleasure in a variety of ways.”
“We’re going to have fun, Daddy.” Finally pressing himself against me, Wren smiled a mix of sweetness and predatory intent. “But whenever you’re ready, you can be in charge for a few minutes or for a long time. We’re just going to have fun.”
It seemed the dominants were supposed to project their predatory instincts and the submissives were supposed to pretend to suppress them. The enjoyment in the game was discovering how those behaviors mixed.
Wren was indicating predatory submission by being on his knees in a lowered position, so my equal response was to project control and dominance. Mild teasing submission should have a mild teasing domination response.
Wishing I’d read Klynn’s romantic books or at least thought to have a conversation with someone knowledgeable about mating, I took what I had seen of the mates in town and wrapped one hand around his neck.
The barest pressure on the delicate part had him reacting with pleasure and his muscles rippled as they tensed and spasmed. “I will have fun with my mate by taking a kiss.”
The game he had initiated indicated needing a predatory response so that meant taking what he was offering and not asking. But a verbal or nonverbal warning seemed to be appropriate judging by the behavior of the local dominants usually called Daddy.
His moan as I brushed my lips with his said I had read his signals clear and gave permission to continue the game. Light kissing thankfully brought instincts to the surface and deepened our tentative bond. I could feel his pleasure like a caress and knew from his desires when to nibble on his lips and when to deepen the kiss.
I had not understood why mates did what was calledpublic displays of affection, but it was helpful to match my mate’s expectations with appropriate actions.
Pleasure was radiating from him when I finally pulled away, still keeping my hold on his body since that was giving him great desire. “My fun will start with exploring my mate.”
I was the predator.
Predators must take charge.
Prey must submit.
“Can you be still for me, my mate?” His skin was tempting, so I gave in to the urge to press kisses along his barely rough jaw. “Can you be my good boy?”
Ha.
I used the phrase correctly.
My mate’s body reacted again and he sucked in a breath like prey caught in the predator’s stare. “I…I can be good, Daddy.”
The way his muscles twitched would have worried me except for the pleasure and desire that was filling our growing bond. For a people who claimed to have slow or nonexistent bonding, ours was already strong and I could feel his presence in me.
So I gave him the teasing I thought he craved, pulsing my desire to touch him and explore his body through the bond.
