Page 22 of Tattoos and Tiaras
“So, Perry made you feel good? That’s what you’re saying?” Rhys sat forward as he spoke, his hands clasped in front of him mimicking how his Daddy would sit when he asked Rhys questions. He would probably find the comparison hilarious if I pointed it out to him.
“He did. Nobody was more surprised than I was and, to be honest, I earned the spanking.” The café was starting to fill up, but at least our corner was still relatively private, so nobody would overhear our conversations.
“What did you do?” Mouse asked.
“I lied about how my knees were feeling. I told him I was fine, but they were bloody hurting. It’s been months since I knelt like that, and my knees started to ache badly, but I didn’t want to let Perry down.”
Mouse made a sound sucking air through his teeth and shook his head. “I always got the feeling Perry is like Cal, pretty laid back until I push too far or do something that might hurt myself.”
I thought about the way Perry had looked at me, how he saw straight though my lies, but let me dig myself in deeper.
“I have a terrible feeling I wouldn’t be able to get much over him.” I smiled, not feeling bad about it at all. I liked a challenge, and I also loved assertive, bossy men. Why had I not realised my animosity towards Perry was a crush?
“So, what were the texts about? Not me being nosey, but I’m kind of invested now,” Rhys said as he sat forward. To make matters worse, he laid on the puppy eyes and with those dazzling blue eyes of his, I could no more say no to him than I could a cute puppy or kitten.
So, I told them everything that had happened the previous night, including the drive home and the goodnight kiss.
I didn’t tell them how I kept touching my lips or replaying the kiss in my head as I drifted off to sleep, or how I dreamed of kneeling at Perry’s feet his as I worshiped his cock. I hadn’t had a chance to see it the previous night, but my dream image was pretty spectacular. I wanted to know about the ink I saw when his shirt sleeves rode up. I wanted to see if those thighs were as muscular as they felt when I had laid myself over them.
Mouse cleared his throat loudly and brought me out of my daydream. “Do I even want to know what you were thinking about?”
“Perry’s dick.” Mouse’s shocked face made my morning. Rhys cackling and nearly falling out of the booth came close second.
Between peals of laughter, Rhys managed to speak, “Well, I didn’t expect that answer.”
“I need to keep the both of you on your toes don’t I?”
Rhys shot me a disbelieving look. Poor Mouse was still trying to compose himself.
“How do you go from wanting to defenestrate a guy to wanting to bone him?” Rhys asked, looking more than a little perplexed.
“In my defence, he was incredibly irritating and had parked across the front of the surgery where it’s strictly no parking.” I muttered, remembering the day and feeling slightly ill knowingI had been incredibly unreasonable at the time. I could see that now with some distance. Perry had stopped to help Mrs Ascot cross the lane and into the surgery after he had seen her stumble. It was a kind and thoughtful thing to do, but in the mood I had been in, all I saw was his bright red Fiat parked in the no parking zone, and I saw red. And honestly, that’s how the relationship had been between the two of us, well mostly me. Perry just seemed bemused by me, which in turn frustrated me.
Rhys touched my arm gently. “You look like you're lost in your thoughts, Doc.”
I let out an amused chuckle. “Woolgathering, wondering how Perry and I came to loggerheads and realising painfully it was me being a stubborn bastard.”
Mouse arched a dark brow. “I think the two of you get off on the antagonism, some weird courting bullshit, kind of like what those mountain goats do, butt heads until they bone.”
I tried to do the mental logic to work that out. “You almost make sense, that beating last night must have helped.”
Mouse cackled in response. “It really did. You should get Perry to give you a flogging it's…” Mouse brought his fingers up to his lips and made a kissing sound. “Perfect, phenomenal, add your own superlative. It’s fucking amazing. The head rush, then the just giving into the pain. I can’t explain it.”
Rhys gave a shudder and shook his head, his blond curls bouncing. “I’m not putting any shade on the two of you, but I honestly cannot understand it, but you two probably feel the same about my pop and other stuff I like.” Rhys blushed, and I could guess the other stuff involved his newfound enjoyment of diaper play with his Daddy Simon.
“We know you’d never kink shame us Rhys, and we more than get why it wouldn’t appeal to you.” With Rhys’s history and the abuse he suffered, I could more than understand why he would look at the kinds of pain play that Mouse, and to a lesser degreeI were into, and it was no different from his love of diapers and dummies. Neither thing appealed to me. Kink was a spectrum. as Cal would often say, and no one size fit everyone.
“Okay, I need your advice and keep your smart remarks to yourself, Mouse, until I have sorted out my problem.” Mouse gave me a salute in response, the cheeky shit.
“What advice do you need, old man?” Mouse ducked the marshmallow I threw at him.
Rhys huffed and moved his marshmallow-bedecked drink out of my reach. “Hey! Use your own next time.”
“Where is the fun in that?”
“Okay, okay, before we divulge into a food fight, what exactly do you need advice on?” Rhys dipped his chin and levelled Mouse with a disbelieving look.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, now spill it, Cully Wully. What has your knickers in a bunch?”
