Page 46 of The Best Bad Decision

“Smooth talker.” He was still grinning as he nodded his head toward the back of the house. “Trying to butter me up before your spanking isn’t going to work.”

Responding to that felt more confusing than it should’ve, so I stayed quiet as he led me through the house. It got another chuckle from him but he didn’t make me poke at any of the strange questions running through my head.

“One reminder that we’re using stoplight colors as safewords, but I won’t harp on it.” He shot me a glare that was probably supposed to say something but I kept a neutral expression which had him rolling his eyes and mumbling something about me being dramatic.

I was not the dramatic one.

“I understand I’m supposed to use safewords.” Not using them meant I’d automatically screwed up and we couldn’t call the scene a success. That was one of the foundational rules of BDSM and I wasn’t going to fuck up something that basic.

“Good.” He was wearing another funny expression as we got to his room at the back of the house, but he chased every thought out of my head as we stopped by the bed and he reached for the buttons on my shirt. “I can’t enjoy you if I’m worried about not reading your reactions right.”

Casimir didn’t find worrying erotic.

It was probably a good thing but it put more pressure on me not to screw it up.

“Communication is very important.” Unfortunately. I knew my strengths and weaknesses, and somehow it always went wrong in traditional settings. “Your lists have made it easy to work through my current limits.”

There were just some topics I wouldn’t know how I’d react until we tried it, though.

Like spankings.

And my ass.

And any number of other slightly confusing topics that the internet said were fairly common in BDSM and with gay sex.

It was like learning a new language, but I had a good teacher to explain the confusing new topics. I just had to keep gathering knowledge and researching aspects I didn’t have enough information on. This was like any other subject. I was smart enough to learn anything I put my mind to.

“It’s time to turn your brain off, baby.” Casimir’s expression shifted toward something more serious. “I have a feeling I wouldn’t like what I’d hear.”

Possibly.

“I’m focused on our scene.” He didn’t like that answer but it felt like a better option than actually walking through my logic.

His huff had me pressing my lips together, which had him shaking his head again. But I didn’t think we’d run into a real problem because he kept stripping me out of my shirt. “Let’s turn this sexy brain off.”

Okay, he was just dramatic not upset.

He thought my brain was sexy?

“Hmm…” Casimir made a pleased sound as he pushed my shirt wider and ran his hands over my chest, sending soft prickles of desire through me. “You’re going to wash your car for me this weekend. No more automatic ones.”

I wasn’t sure how I should’ve reacted but it was a mix of pleasure and embarrassment that made me want to squirm. “It’s…it’s warm enough for it.”

I’d just gotten into the habit of running through one of the brushless options lately.

Casimir nearly purred as he teased his fingers over my nipples, sending a shiver through me. “And you have no idea how glad I am about that.”

He’d really enjoyed watching me?

“Probably not.” Wait. “I enjoy watching you. That’s not what I meant.”

Casimir’s chuckle said I probably didn’t need to worry about him taking my words the wrong way. “I’m confident about how you see me and I know it’s my lusting after you that was slightly confusing.”

How?

How did my responses always seem to make sense to him and no one else?

“Ah…” He chased every thought away as pain flashed through my nipples and went right to my dick. “That’s…”