Page 36 of Culture and Curiosities
Chapter 10
Toman
My mate’s imagination was a blessing I’d never thought to ask for…it was so vivid and clear that everything from words to spankings were easier to understand.
I was questioning his mental picture that insisted spankings were given with both of us naked, however. But given his still slightly youthfulheadspaceas he called it, I was prepared for mischief and manipulation.
“I’ll be good, Daddy.” My Wren looked up at me with innocent eyes that were designed to get his way and pouted. “I can’t wait for us to orgasm together.”
He was very good at that.
Unfortunately for my mate, his mind kept several running commentaries in the background that gave away his goals. It was like the fates understood that I would need what he called aleg upwhen dealing with my fascinating mate and it was greatly appreciated.
“If that’s your goal then you’re going to be a good boy, aren’t you?” The language was so much easier it was like my brain was working faster again instead of struggling to wade through a swamp of information.
Ha.
I knew the word for swamp without having to search for it.
“Yes, Daddy.” He was still attempting to look innocent but his cock was waving back and forth giving the game away. “I’ll be your good boy.”
Releasing the button on my pants in the manner of the dancing men in his head, I made a soft thinking sound to imitate the humans. “I hope you will because being able to orgasm together would be a wonderful memory of our first time together.”
His pout was definitely in the adorable category as well, but I did my best not to betray that feeling. Knowing how I felt would put it in the leg up category for him, and he did not need any more ammunition against me.
Ha.
Human weapons terminology.
The men at the diner had given an example of that word usage.
This was how the spell should’ve been working to begin with…my mate was amazing and I couldn’t wait for the words to fully integrate into my knowledge base.
“I…” Wren’s voice trailed off as I slowly inched the zipper down, imitating the men whose actions seemed less dramatic and more realistic based on what I’d seen of human relationships. “You…”
Ha.
I was more distracting than the dancing men because I was now on the stage in his mind.
“Yes, my mate. If you’re a good boy then we’ll come together.” His mind showed that he liked the idea of being denied just as much as getting to orgasm. I wasn’t sure why but it might be related to growing up around so many humans.
“I…I’ll be a good boy.” His words said good boy, but as I pushed my pants and briefs down, he licked his lips and his predatory behavior was coming back to the surface. “Yes…good boy.”
His definition of that seemed highly variable, but based on the behaviors the men described, it had something to do with Wren being little.
If all were like Wren, I could understand why the men indicated the need for them to be supervised carefully.
“I hope so.” Stroking my length as my clothing fell to my knees, I frowned. “But don’t worry, I understand that you want me to enjoy our time together, so I will orgasm no matter how you behave.”
Ha.
His whimper and the way his cock jerked said I was a wonderful Daddy.
“You’re too good at this.” Increasing his dramatic reactions, my Wren tried to wrap his arms around me. “I changed my mind. I just want attention.”
“Then it is a good thing I’m planning on giving one part of you a lot of attention.” Based on his thoughts, without a safeword or loss of erection indicating an emotional struggle, I was not supposed to change the game.
My Wren liked spankings and denial, but he was also needy and enjoyed pouting. The foundation of the game seemed to befinding a balance that would let him achieve orgasm while being able to push back against limitations.
