Page 19 of Culture and Curiosities (Blue Ridge Charm #1)

Toman

How was a cock to be blocked?

Shields and clothing came to mind, but based on Wren’s delight they were wrong. They were, however, interesting enough to have him wiggling his bottom at me as humor filled him. “It’s just a term that covers anything that stops two people from doing mate things together, Daddy.”

Interesting.

And accurate in our case.

“You must stop preventing your cousin and his mate from…from being mates.” It seemed their family did not hold to the ignore everything you shouldn’t hear set of manners.

“They are having a hard enough time staying on track without your help.” Even speaking quietly might distract them and Wren seemed to be having fun driving his cousin crazy. “We are going to solve that problem and plug holes that are demanding attention loudly.”

Hmm.

Doing my best to remember the words I hadn’t used in a long time, I closed my eyes and ran my hand down his back as I gathered my magic and focused it to my will.

Bingo.

“Wow. Damned right it’s a bingo.”

Ha.

I used that correctly…but clearly needed to work on not sharing every thought. However, even though it was accurate and I understood his surprise, the rules of being a Daddy meant I needed to spank his bottom and sigh. “Language.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” Wren lifted his head, frowning over his shoulder at his now bare bottom. “How the…I mean…how did you do that?”

The clothing spell?

“It is a simple spell that anyone who is around young children masters. They wiggle and removing their clothing in a physical manner can be dangerous.” My mate’s shocked emotions said he had not seen anyone else do the same. “It is not a difficult spell.”

Strange things had not been passed down through the generations, and I could not help but wonder what else they did not know.

“I never saw anyone in my family do it but that doesn’t mean everyone is the same.” Wiggling his bottom again, my Wren clenched his cheeks and giggled. “I need to make sure the littles with mage mates know about this one.”

“Humans and our people alike get naked in a variety of inappropriate places. Do you think that is wise?” My question had Wren giggling, but through the bond, I could feel him acknowledging my correctness.

“We’ll think about it, Daddy.” Still enjoying being naked, he rocked against me and moaned as his erection rubbed against my thighs. “Where…where did my clothes go?”

“The dresser.” Squeezing the cheek I spanked, I explained the spell. “It automatically puts clothing on top of the correct storage place in the room you are in. So baby clothes do not make a mess of the room.”

Babies required as many things as littles did for their contentment and happiness.

“That’s amazing.” Still pleasuring himself, Wren relaxed his upper body back on the floor. “And really handy.”

I imitated the scoff sound I had heard the human deputy make and earned another laugh from my mate. “I am ignoring your implication, my mate.”

It had not occurred to me that mates could use such a spell for grown-up activities as Wren called them.

“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” The good boy in question pushed his bottom up toward me. “You’re helpful, so you’re good too.”

He had a very interesting way of using that word.

“Being helpful is important.” I was going to take advantage of the idea of being helpful. “So I will make sure to do it extensively.”

Ignoring that the wording was not right, I reached for the object called a gag. “Open your mouth, naughty boy.”

He moaned out his pleasure at the order, but it took several moments to be able to obey. I was helpful and gave him an additional tap to his other cheek since that seemed to be required to encourage him to behave.

At that point it was easy to slide the small ball in his mouth and secure the strap around his head. “See? I am going to continue being helpful, my mate.”

His wonderful moan was filled with desire and frustration that time.

Yes, I was learning to be a very good Daddy.

“Are you…what are you…”

My mate’s words were rolling around in his head faster than I could track them, but images and emotions filled in some of the lacking information. “Yes, I will be helping you to learn a lesson in manners as well, my mate.”

“It is another form of being helpful.”

The gag muffled much of the noise from his groan, but it was his ability to distract others with words that I had been most worried about.

If his family had already met me, I would have put a spell to silence the room around us, but I was still a stranger to them and it was something that would have concerned me if the situation were opposite.

No.

Reversed.

Yes.

“I will be helping you remember to behave and not drive others insane for your amusement.”

He enjoyed that entirely too much.

Since he couldn’t lie and deny that, he aimed fake apologetic feelings through the bond and leaned his head toward me to rub it against my chest.

“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

There seemed to be an implied “not too good” that should have been attached to his thoughts, but ignoring that was part of the game as well.

“I’m glad, however, I will still be helping you to remember.”

The shiver that raced through him said I was playing my part correctly.

“I…you’re going to…it’s…”

More thoughts raced through his head, but tracking them all would have been impossible.

“Yes. I know what I am doing so you don’t have to worry about how I’ll help you.”

I wasn’t sure he could have formed the sentences, so encouraging him to communicate with words sounded frustrating.

“You have one more hole we will need to fill before I can begin.”

Patting right over his anus, which seemed to have a variety of nicknames too, I reached up on the nightstand and trailed the tip of the bottle of lube down his spine.

“This should be helpful as well.”

Ha.

There were lots of things I could use to make him remember to be polite.

“Daddy…”

His moan was beautiful but my favorite part was the way he spread his legs wider and offered himself up to me.

“Yes, that’s my good boy.”

Pushing pleasure and happiness through the bond got another shiver from him and his entire body seemed to clench in anticipation.

“Yes. You know how to be good for me.”

Praise was directly connected to desire in my mate, so I was generous with it as I dispensed some of the lubricant.

“Giving yourself to your Daddy…your mate.”

Lube.

Some of the lube.

“Your pretty hole needs some attention.”

As I traced around the opening in question, he let out another moan and desire rushed through our bond, filling me before I sent the wonderful emotion back to him.

“Yes. Relax. You know this belongs to your mate.”

His emotions said he loved being possessed as much as he loved my touch, so as I gently pressed into him, I continued the owning speech.

“Your sexy body belongs to me. Your tight hole belongs to me.”

Making the tsking sound I’d heard from other Dominant mates, I shook my head and hummed to complete the sound expression.

“But should you be humping my lap? Did you ask permission?”

His groan said he understood the problem with his behavior but his self-control was lacking.

“I’ll… I can… Daddy… Yes…”

That was not enough information to be helpful but his body language was expressive, so I eased my finger into him as he pushed up again and his muscles relaxed.

Pleasure flooded through him but there was a strong need for more. It was so clear I rocked my finger in and out to ease some of the desire but it continued to build.

“My naughty boy has a needy bottom.”

Shaking my head again, I used teasing language that was designed to produce shameful desires.

“This is probably part of the problem with your behavior, but do not worry, you have a very helpful Daddy.”

Ha, politely delivered implied threats produced desire as well.

When the muscles in his opening had relaxed sufficiently, I picked up the plug and added more of the slick substance to it.

“Once we have both your needy openings plugged then I can help you remember your manners.”

With a spanking.

Words were too difficult for Wren’s distracted brain to produce, but he gave me wonderful emotion and images as I slowly pressed the tip of the toy against his body and eased it into him. The mechanics were simple to understand and I took my time rocking it in and out to stretch and pleasure him.

When it was fully in him with his tight muscles clenched around the base to hold it in place, I gave it a pat.

“There we go. Your holes are fully decorated, my pretty boy.”

Happiness and pleasure and a form of what I thought was embarrassed desire were flashing through the bond. He seemed so full it spilled over without him having to think about it and we were both filled with his wonderful emotions as I brought my hand down on his bottom.

He wasn’t projecting how the plug and spanking felt, but there were echoes of it that pushed my desire even higher. The full sensations would have been too much for me to enjoy. I was not as strong as my mate, but the faint feelings and powerful emotions were perfect.

“You are my pretty boy, but my pretty boy was naughty.”

He thoroughly enjoyed being naughty and that came through as he tried to giggle between moans.

“Teasing others and making Merritt laugh.”

My mate was not feeling negative about his behavior and loved the scene and his spanking. His moans and the way he was clenching around the plug made that obvious as well. We would have to explore other ways to actually impact his behavior and not his bottom.

Oops.

Yes. That was the right way to use the odd word.

Spankings were not something that would change his behavior but I was confident I could find other means. Still, it was good to try so I continued the spanking.

“Listening in on others and not paying enough attention to your Daddy.”

Ha.

That was unexpected for him and his body jolted.

“Naughty boy.”

Spanking right over the plug produced wonderful sounds and feelings through our bond, and the soft noises he made around the gag were incredible and made me feel powerful in a new way.

“Do not worry. I will help you in many ways and provide firm and constant reminders about what happens to naughty boys.”

Threatening my mate with vague promises of consequences was never something I would have predicted to be arousing, though nothing about finding my mate had been typical. But considering my love of curious and new things, I should have expected it.

One thing I was expecting was the limit to his self-control and we were rapidly approaching it.

My mate’s sounds grew desperate and his bottom was a beautiful color…and all he was saying in his head were cursing words that should have earned him more spanks.

That would have been a problem in our current situation, however.

Easing back on the spanks and spacing out each impact, I let his desire fade just enough to keep him from orgasming. Being able to sense his thoughts and desires made timing that easier than I had expected, however, I could understand why he had a variety of restraints for penises in his bag.

“I’ll be good, Daddy.”

“I’ll be good, Daddy.”

“I’ll be good, Daddy.”

The repeated words seemed to be connected to his desire to come based on what I was feeling through the bond, but we both knew he could not keep that promise.

It was not the time to point that out, however.

“Yes, and what do good boys get?”

We both knew the answer and I loved the way his entire body shivered and clenched as he fought to give it to me and to hold his pleasure back.

“Rewards, Daddy. Orgasms. They get orgasm rewards.”

Just imagining it had him thrusting his hips forward to rub his erection against my thighs and his bottom worked the plug like it was another type of the binkies he had in his other bag for little time. Somehow just acknowledging the reward made it feel even closer to him.

He was racing toward his finish as I pinned his hips in place with a firm grip and let him just continue to play with the plug.

“How does my good boy want to get his orgasm?”

I had not promised to be good, so I filled our bond with the ways I knew he would love to orgasm…my cock filling him…letting him continue to hump…using one of the long, thin toys that looked like slender penises he called dildos.

“You, Daddy. You. Yes. That. Yes.”

We were going to have to discuss the importance of answers that actually gave information.

“How should I make my sweet mate come?”

The tender tone and warmth I sent through the bond had another shiver racing through him. That time it did not indicate additional desire. It had his muscles relaxing and the frantic movements his hips tried to make stopped.

“Inside me, Daddy. Inside me. Mark me, Daddy.”

His gentle tone and the almost rocking sound to his voice made me think of the subspace he’d described after our first scene. I could only assume he was reaching something close, so I relaxed my grip and softly ran my hands over his back and bottom.

“Should I fill you with my cock, my mate?”

Doing my best to show him how I thought it would feel, I gripped the base of the plug and slowly moved it in and out of him.

“Should I take you? Claim your body as mine?”

His moan was obvious agreement. However, it seemed like it would take time for his words to follow.

“Should I slowly make love to you or take you hard and fast, my mate?”

Hard and fast seemed to be called fucking, but the images in his head were too mixed up for me to guess at other options for the names.

English had extra names for everything.