Page 47 of The Best Bad Decision

Confusing?

Casimir’s soft hum didn’t sound worried in the slightest. “Sexy.”

I’d never had anyone pinch me like that, so I was going to say confusing and somehow erotic. He didn’t need my input, though. Casimir just gave them another pinch and smiled as I sucked in a breath without thinking about it. “I love how responsive you are.”

Responsive?

I realized what he meant as one hand reached down and cupped my erection, sending more sparks through me. A wicked something I’d started to associate with his dominant side peeked out as he nodded slowly. “Very sexy.”

The whole thing was confusing but pushing it all to the back of my head had everything feeling steadier. “And there you go.”

Go?

He made it hard to think by slowly stroking my cock through my pants, and impossible to use my brain as he released my belt. “I’m glad we’re both ready to play.”

Play?

I’d started mentally sorting through what parts would be play and what would probably be consequences as he pulled down my zipper, but ending up naked for him made it hard to concentrate. “You’re—”

“Enjoying myself.” Casimir kissed my cheek as he wrapped his hand around my erection and gave it a rough stroke that had me moaning without thinking about it. “That was perfect. Step out of your clothes.”

Some instructions were easier to follow than others but he seemed just as pleased with me following the simple ones. Part of me was glad he didn’t need complicated to be happy but part of me found it confusing.

Doing something well that was harder should’ve made him happier.

It was only logical but Casimir didn’t seem to run on the same logic as everyone else.

“Very good. Now up on the bed and kneel for me again. You look so good I could eat you up.” His devilish grin made me wonder what he meant by eat, but I knew he’d answer if I asked any questions.

So I stayed silent.

Kneeling on the bed was definitely easier than having him explain what he was picturing, so obeying was quick and painless. It also made him happy too because he smiled and sighed like I’d given him a diamond as I got into position. “God, that’s…”

Correct, at the very least, and it settled something in me I couldn’t quite describe.

Making a soft, pleased sound, Casimir reached out and stroked his hand down my chest and torso to cup my erection again. “I’ll be very favorable with your reward if you stay hard for me, but I want this to be clear, going soft is not failing.”

Before I could decide how to politely disagree with him, his glare came back. “Dicks have a mind of their own, and when they’re startled, they react. Sometimes they react by getting hard in inappropriate situations. Sometimes they react by going soft. Sometime they just go off like sexy volcanos before they’re given permission.”

Well, that logic was difficult to argue against.

“Submitting and staying erect are two different things, otherwise we wouldn’t have so many fun toys to control naughty penises.” He raised one eyebrow, daring me to push back against what he seemed to wholeheartedly believe.

When I stayed silent, he cocked his head. “Do you need a moment to think about how to respond?”

He really was dramatic.

“Yes.” Hmm. “Thank you.”

Casimir took that time to smile and start slowly removing his clothes. It wasn’t a strip tease but it made it difficult to stay on track. His body was beautiful, smooth in what I thought of as a more feminine look but still having hard, masculine planes.

And panties.

Well, I thought they’d be considered panties but men’s fashion kept getting more and more confusing.

Maybe they were some kind of new brief?

Just a tiny one?