Naughty November

Chapter 2

TWO

MICHA

Dramatic.

Ashton’s first thoughts were dramatic based on the ridiculous sound effects he was letting out and I had to remind myself that smiling would not be an appropriate response. I got sighs and whines and a huff, but eventually he shrugged.

So I waited longer.

When I was at the point where I was going to have to pull out the rules portion of our slightly half-assed contract, he finally curled into me again. “Um, my first thought is that you’re mean for not letting me avoid this.”

Since I could handle that, I nodded. “I can see how that would be your first thought. I should’ve asked for your second.”

I wasn’t sure if he would make us go through another round of sound effects, but after only a few seconds, he made his I’m getting ready to talk noises.

He was the loudest person I’d ever dated and he could have a whole conversation with just noises.

“I guess my second thoughts were that I shouldn’t have any more margaritas.” My chest jerked at that one. I just couldn’t help myself, but thankfully it didn’t derail my ridiculous partner. “Then I thought you were mean again and then I was back to wondering why I’d done this to myself.”

He’d been feeling wonderfully confident when we’d made our lists and put the papers in the jar. That’d been during his kinky craft period and he’d been feeling curious and just tipsy enough not to second-guess himself.

And that was also right before we’d tried doing the munches and meetups side of the BDSM community.

So yeah, I could see where things had gone off the rails after that.

“Do you realize none of what you said had a color attached to it?” He knew the way to get out of the conversation but he wasn’t using any of his options.

I got another shrug.

That was not a safeword and the basic contract we’d put together once we’d both realized we weren’t vanilla said as much.

“Are those activities things that were going to go together or were they separate in your head?” I thought it was a logical question and one that wouldn’t add too much stress, but he went still.

So maybe not?

I was starting to think he was at the point where anything I said was going to add stress, so I decided to do my best to tone down my worries. He was the one who’d put the papers in the jar, so it wasn’t my fault in any way.

“Alright, if they were separate, I’m going to point out that they can be done together. If they were together in your head, I’m going to remind you that I have no problem with either of those things.” I’d never dated or had a scene with anyone that had a tickling kink but I wasn’t surprised by it.

Ashton had a thing for anything that would take away control from him, but he didn’t always like admitting that.

He hadn’t moved or safeworded, so I took that as an okay to keep talking. “If we’re doing the tickling as a standalone, I think we should tie you up and have you be helpless for it. You’d be able to move around and squirm but not actually get away from me. ”

The shiver that raced through him said I was on the right track about some of it at the very least.

“The wetting can go with the tickling too. I’m sure you’ve thought about that, but I’m working my way through it. I could restrain you and tickle you until you lose control.” He’d like that. “We came close to that a few times, didn’t we?”

I hadn’t really thought about it in that way, but he’d initiated wrestling and tickling with me more than a few times. I’d just always stopped before it’d gotten to that point because that was what I thought I was supposed to do.

If people liked being tickled, then you could play like that but you had to stop when they started doing potty dance squeals.

I needed to learn to make less assumptions when it came to what Ashton was trying to tell me.

“If we prepped the bed right, that could work, or we could figure out another way to do it.” The tub maybe if I got in with him to keep him from killing himself? “I’ll have to think about other locations that could work.”

Him getting hurt was out of the question but he wouldn’t want to ruin the mattress.

He liked that mattress.

“What else? Oh. Yes, we said they could be together or separate. I’m going to need more information on the tickling if you don’t want to lose control. The only next step I can think of beyond just playing with you is that loss of control step.” I didn’t think I was missing anything but he liked reading interesting things, so he might’ve seen something fun.

Silence.

He was wonderfully helpful.

“In the keeping them together side of things, another element we could try is diapers.” I’d carefully kept my tone utterly neutral on that, but he sucked in a breath before he could hide his reaction. “That would give you the ability to lose control and not make a mess. I also think it could heighten your sense of helplessness.”

Not a single movement at all.

Yep. He was curious at the very least .

“I’m not talking about the toys and toddler stuff that we saw. I’m just thinking diapers and helplessness.” Tightening my hold on him, I rocked him back and forth. “You like it when I carry you.”

That finally got a giggle.

He really got off on our size difference even if it’d taken him a while to admit it.

He’d somehow gotten the idea in his head that we couldn’t like a physical characteristic our partner had no control over. Bullshit. If my being oversized and strong made him hard, why would I want him to hide that?

We’d worked through most of it, but we’d never really used it in a scene before aside from role-playing one time where I was the caveman who hauled off my prize. He’d loved that and I made a mental note to come back to that idea again later.

For the time being, though, I had another fantasy in mind.

“Maybe we put those mittens on you that you think are so ridiculous and I make you helpless? Then we have tickle time and when you’re worn out, I hold my baby boy and I focus on the completely helpless part of the scene.” He’d always moved the conversation in a new direction when it got close to anything age play related, so we hadn’t talked about the baby side of it.

Had we ever seen anyone at a munch who was that young when they got into their little headspace?

We’d met drama queens and a lot of brats, but had he seen any other types?

We’d stopped going to most of those social events just because there were a handful of regulars that he hadn’t gotten along with at all. For some reason, there were a lot of high-maintenance brats running around the scene lately and he’d found them to be completely overwhelming.

Two drama queens did not make best friends no matter what their Doms and Daddies were trying to push.

“You know, when I put the restraining option in the jar in the past, I think helpless is what I was imagining but my mind automatically filled that in with how you could be helpless. Restrained. But there are a lot of other ways to feed that same need.” I liked it when he was helpless and needed me, and he liked it too.

His soft sigh said he knew I wasn’t fucking with him about it either.

Had he been thinking something along the same lines and I hadn’t seen it?

“I’m a bit more of a linear thinker.” I shrugged as he tried not to giggle. “Not enough dirty books, I guess.”

“They’re romance novels.” His reply was probably automatic based on how many times we’d done the same routine, but I took it as a good sign anyway.

“Bullshit. I’ve seen what they’re getting up to and they’re nothing like those old romance novels my mother used to read.” Those had been dirty too but the long-haired dude that used to be on all the book covers had never done anything like what was currently going on in Ashton’s books.

I got more giggles before he sighed. “You’re ridiculous.”

Maybe, but I was getting words, so that meant I was a fantastic Dom.

“Romance novels have the helpless partner being abducted and ravished. I remember those parts. Your books have conversations about limits and kinks.” Making an exaggerated thinking sound, I let him wonder what I was going to do next. “You know, if I wasn’t careful, I’d think you wanted more romance in your life and I’d just abduct you. Those old romance dudes wouldn’t worry about giving their partner what they wanted.”

And I got a shocked inhale.

Doing my best not to smile, I gave him another tight hug. “I’d carry you off and strip you down. Then I’d make you completely helpless and tickle you into submission.”

He couldn’t resist giggling but he tried to hide it.

“I think romance novel dude was Fabio and he never did anything like that.” Ashton’s pushback was half-assed at best, and my adorable brat knew it.

“Well, I’m a caveman and not classy like romance novel dude.” Getting more happy sounds from him had my stress levels going down again. “But we could probably both carry off our helpless partners.”

Pressing his face against my shoulder to hide his laughter, he nodded. When he could finally talk, he shifted so he was resting against me and no longer trying to escape the conversation. “You’d like that part.”

“I would.” There was no reason to deny that. “I’ve really liked the scenes we did where you were helpless.”

This would just be a new way to explore the same idea, but since I was pretty sure he needed some time to process it, I shifted gears a bit and my hands started to wander. “I liked carrying you off to my cave and making you my mate.”

He’d been reading a lot of monster smut when we’d done the caveman scene. It’d pushed a lot of his buttons, so I wasn’t surprised when he shivered and relaxed his legs to give me better access to his bulge. “I stripped off your coverings and I spread you out on the cave floor.”

Rewarding his silent pleas for more, I stroked my hand up his thigh and ran my fingers over his jean-covered dick. He was probably regretting his decision not to put on something with easier access, but I gave him as much attention as I could. “I pinned you down and spread your legs. You were begging to be released but the caveman knew you were lying. Why? How did he know?”

Letting out a needy sound as he shivered, Ashton didn’t make me wait long. “I was hard and…and I kept fucking my dick against you.”

“That was the only part I let you move and you used it to try to get off.” Making a tsking sound, I squeezed his cock. “Now think about if you couldn’t even do that. No words. No begging. No humping me. Helpless and tickled. Helpless and squirming because you have to go potty.”

I wasn’t sure what the right word was since he just always said he had to use the bathroom or piss and neither of those would work for the fantasy I was testing out.

Bingo.

He shivered and barely quieted another needy squeak. “I…”

“You like being helpless, I know.” Treating that part as perfectly reasonable seemed to make it harder for him to point out the other bits that weren’t quite as typical. “I’d like carrying you around and making it so you couldn’t even pick up anything. You’d be so helpless you wouldn’t even use words.”

He made a low curious sound like he was just realizing he didn’t mind that part.

“And if you can’t talk, I couldn’t even make you say what you liked or what you wanted.” Oh, that was tempting too judging by his happy noises. “It would be all up to me.”

Well, it would be up to me to follow his sounds and to keep checking on how hard he was. But those had become very easy to follow over the past couple of years. They were easy to follow now too because I knew he was right on the edge.

He just needed a bit of a distraction, so I released the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. “Completely vulnerable and defenseless.”

Because he’d be my baby boy.

I left that part unsaid as he wiggled to help me get him out of his pants. His brain was going in a thousand different directions and I knew we were at the point where he needed positive reinforcement before he could relax.

So orgasms, cuddles…and then I could let him process.

It wasn’t exactly how I thought our Friday night would go, but I’d been expecting him to make up nonexistent work again, so I was counting our current situation as a win.

When he was naked from the waist down with his dick swinging around and begging for attention, I pulled him back onto my lap and laid him back like he was a baby, folding his arms over his chest. I didn’t say what I was doing but his wide eyes said he knew what I was thinking.

But no colors meant I could keep going, so I cradled the upper half of his body tightly against me to feed into the helplessness I wanted him to feel and wrapped my hand around his dick. That cut off all major brain function and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he pressed his face into my chest.

All he let out was a whine but that was enough to let me know he was still in the scene. So I kissed his head tenderly and made a soft, approving sound as I jerked him off. The mixed signals I was sending seemed to fuck with his head even more and he nuzzled against me, getting into the scene without having to use his words.

“You’d be dependent on me and I’d have to take care of everything for you.” Doing my best to keep his body still and trapped against my chest, I started alternating between running my hand down his erection and just focusing on the head.

Rubbing on the slit and right under it always gave him the best, most overwhelming sensations, and this time it seemed to make him feel even more vulnerable. His cock throbbed and he whined, scrunching his eyes closed like he was hiding from everything.

“But if you were my happy boy, I’d tickle you and kiss your belly.” Bringing both kinks together in one fantasy got a full-body shiver from him and earned me another needy sound. “You’d laugh and laugh and you’d be squirming, but no matter how much you laughed and wiggled, I wouldn’t let up because I love hearing you make those happy sounds.”

Nuzzling against his head as I went back to stroking his cock, I kept up the scene and let the pleasure build. “I love having control over you too. I love seeing you helpless and needy. I love hearing you whimper and knowing that you belong to me.”

Just a peek at his caveman coming out to play got another desperate sound from my needy boy.

“I love seeing you wiggle and hearing your sweet begging sounds. You wouldn’t be able to beg to come, but you’d whimper for me and you’d look so sweet.” Going back to focusing on his slit kept him right on the edge as it felt like jolts were firing through him.

He was so mixed up inside he wasn’t going to last, but that was okay—I loved seeing him shoot off like a rocket. He was sexy as fuck when he was desperate with no willpower at all.

“I’d tickle you.” Rubbing the tip softly got another shiver from him and I knew he was imagining how it would feel to be so helpless. “My fingers would be digging into your ribs and that area right by your hips that makes you wiggle and squeal.”

Spreading out my hand, I barely had to brush over the sensitive area between his hip and his groin before he cried out and his cock bounced. “You’d belong to me completely and I could just keep making you laugh and laugh. You wouldn’t be able to get away and we both know you wouldn’t want to.”

His whine said he was nervous but his cock said I was right. “You’d make sweet, happy sounds for me, and when you couldn’t help it anymore, you’d pop and you’d let go completely.”

Pressing right on his slit when I said the word pop had his orgasm firing through him, and he let out the most beautiful, desperate cry as he exploded. At the very least, his body knew what he wanted even if his head wasn’t quite there yet because his orgasm just kept going as I jerked him off again and again.

When he finally went boneless and let out a deep breath, I relaxed my hold on his cock and kissed his head again. I wasn’t sure where his mind was at but he surprised me and made me smile. “Orgasming, right? Popping…that was orgasming, right?”

“Do you want me to give you kisses and snuggles or do you want me to lie?” Hearing his choices made him sigh, but he lifted his head and gave me an exaggerated pucker. “Thought so.”

He was adorable and slightly insane…but he was predictable.

And I loved that about him.