Page 12 of Culture and Curiosities (Blue Ridge Charm #1)

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 youthful headspace as 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 a leg up when 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 be finding a balance that would let him achieve orgasm while being able to push back against limitations.

“Daddy…” He continued to enjoy his interesting behavior, flopping on the bed and trying to glare at me. “I want to play with you.”

“Then be my good boy.” My Wren could clearly articulate his needs, so I understood the game. “I can’t wait to see how excited you get when I let you come.”

When I let him come—because as his Daddy and the dominant partner in sexual games and nonsexual little headspace, it was up to me to handle that function.

“I really want to come with you, Daddy.” His emotional drama was still strong, but the way his hand reached over to play with his cock gave conflicting signals. “Please?”

Stretching out over him, I pushed my pants down to the end of the bed before moving his hand. “No, naughty boy. Who decides when you can play?”

Me.

That was…amazing.

His reaction was fun as well. His muscles clenched and his hand tightened around his length before he slowly released it. “You, Daddy.”

The admission made him shiver and I could feel his need rising through the bond with every display of control over his body.

“And what do you have to do in order to be able to play with your cock?” The English language had so many terms for one part of the body. “Let me hear the words, my sweet boy.”

Wren let out so many wonderful sounds, but my favorite was the low whine that indicated desiring something without wanting to confess it. “I have to be a good boy for my spanking, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” Giving him one light kiss, I sat up and shifted to the middle of the bed near the headboard. Patting my lap, I ignored his dramatic sounds and projected confidence. “Come here, my mate.”

Grumbling softly, Wren’s pout returned. “Smart Daddies are frustrating. What was I thinking?”

Not with what he was calling his big head .

But with his erection still standing proud and begging for attention, I continued to ignore his drama as he stretched himself out over my lap. “Good boy.”

Beautiful boy.

Sexy boy.

Incredible mate.

Doing my best to push those emotions through the bond, I let him feel how wonderful he was as I ran my hand over his bottom. The number of words he knew for that one part of the body was staggering, but picking my favorite seemed like the best course of action.

“Who does this pretty bottom belong to, my mate?” Squeezing one cheek, I made the human thinking sound to prompt him to go from hiding against the bed to communicating. “Hmm?”

That would never feel normal, but I knew I imitated it correctly when he lifted his head. “You, Daddy. My bottom belongs to you.”

“That’s right. Good boy.” Rewarding him with a spanking for the accurate response seemed…confusing…but his thoughts were very clear on how he felt about the idea of pain applied to his bottom.

Excited.

Even without having the rest of our conversations, just the desire and excitement running through him would’ve been enough for me to understand his needs.

So I spanked him.

Amazing.

Carefully measuring the impact, I gave each cheek one spank and waited to let his emotions come through the bond.

Pain.

Desire.

Heat.

Something confusing.

All seemed to have good associations with them, and as the sensations and feelings seemed to roll through him in waves, I listened to his sounds and his physical reactions as well.

Still pleasure.

Muscles clenched and his body tightened before going soft. His moan confirmed what my other senses had registered. “ Daddy …”

Clearly I had performed my part of the game well.

“Attempting to distract me with your body is not acceptable, my mate.” Giving his bottom two additional spanks, I made a disappointed sound and frowned in case he could see me out of the corner of his eye. “Rubbing your cock against me…tempting me…such a naughty boy.”

Somehow, being naughty was his goal because it sent pleasure and some kind of embarrassed desire coursing through him.

I didn’t have to understand his feelings to know how to react to them, however.

My mate’s incredible mind was playing several visual examples of how I should proceed as he whined out a plea. “ Daddy …I’ll…I’ll be good.”

His words did not match his thoughts or emotions, so I focused on them as I made another type of disappointed sound. “You’re going to try for me, aren’t you?”

Asking questions as I spanked him added new emotions coming through the bond, but the mix of mostly frustration and desire still indicated his desire for me to continue. I could only assume it was about having to use his brain in a different way than his body currently desired.

As he nodded, presumably agreeing to try to be good, I spanked him again and begun a slow rhythm that matched one image in his head.

His moan deepened as I continued and something shifted in the game for him because soon most images faded and his thoughts were like clouds in the sky—fuzzy and unable to be touched.

That seemed to be time to end the spanking portion of the game, so I slowed my hand and gentled the impacts until I was just barely caressing over his pink cheeks. Wren’s breathing was deep and even, with nothing concerning health-wise or emotionally.

Provided the floating sensations were healthy for a dragon?

My new information was still integrating into my existing knowledge, so the best understanding I could find was a headspace like being little where the submissive partner received a unique kind of pleasure.

Had they picked up all this from breeding with humans?

Interacting with them?

Was it something we should’ve always known?

Questions continued to form, but before I could answer any of them, my mate stirred and made a soft pleased sigh. “Oh, Daddy…that was…you’re so good at that. I thought I’d just come at the end but that was even better.”

Relief and pride rushed through me earning a giggle from my mate. I simply shrugged. “Pleasing you gives me a variety of emotions.”

“I like that.” Groaning like he’d used his muscles strenuously, Wren rolled over and curled into my lap. “If I was a good boy then I want to come now, please.”

Chuckling, I kissed his head and snuggled him tight as he rubbed his face on my shoulder. “How would you like to come?”