Page 27 of Hiding From Laughter

Ashton

“No.”

His logic was so overly linear and questionable it made me wonder what else he was confused about. “Then every time someone went to the doctor for…stuff…it’d be cheating.”

Naked penises being examined was not anywhere near the cheating definition.

“That’s not the same thing.”

Micha rolled his eyes as we continued to have the whispered discussion as we walked through the zoo.

He’d tried to convince me that we needed to have it at home but I wasn’t going to admit he’d been right. He hadn’t been. He just wasn’t completely wrong because we had to keep whispering. Doing it as we walked around was a wonderful distraction, though.

I kept forgetting what we were talking about every time we got to a new animal.

“There’s naked-naked and professional-naked. They’re very different things.”

Micha rolled his eyes as I shrugged.

“Then asking Conner to play doctor could be considered appropriate, and judging by your definition, that would be cheating.”

His logic was still questionable even if I was able to replicate some of it.

“Because he’s not a real doctor.”

Somehow Micha was able to whisper and make it sound frustrated at the same time.

“That wasn’t in your explanation.”

Goodness gracious. “You’re very worked up about this for someone who’s had open relationships in the past.”

Judging by our dating histories, I was pretty sure I was the one who was supposed to be paranoid over cheating. I’d only dated one person at a time, and some of them had been spectacularly disastrous, so it made me wonder if his more flexible background had been the better choice.

Not that I was going to explain that…in his current mood he’d somehow end up thinking I wanted to break up or cheat.

“But you haven’t.”

His arms jerked like he wanted to throw up his hands, but he couldn’t because he didn’t want people thinking we were arguing. Because we weren’t. We were just defining things passionately.

Because he was still confused.

“So?”

Using my boring background against me should be cheating too. “Okay. Let’s not worry about strict definitions.”

That wasn’t helping in the slightest and I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to that point.

“What’s another way we can do this? There’s always another way.”

Oh, more monkeys. “Next time we need to bring my spoons.”

There had to be a way to make carrying them around look normal and boring…but I’d let Micha figure out how to make that work.

“We could—”

He paused, glaring at me again. “Stop distracting me.”

No…that would not be a reasonable promise.

“You’re not the jealous type anyway. So I don’t understand why you’re so worried about this.”

He was acting insane for someone who didn’t get jealous.

His groan said I was missing something about that, though. “You do.”

“So don’t feed anyone else a bottle and we’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t rocket science.

Yes. It wasn’t rocket science, so we just needed to look at it from an easier perspective.

“Story time me.”

Swinging his hand, I tried to stay big but it was hard. I was ready for animal nuggets and lots more monkeys. Maybe if I wasn’t too big of a pain in the ass Micha would let us do the monkey parts over and over. “Play what-if and then I’ll tell you if it’s cheating or not.”

That had to be a better way to do it.

“That omegaverse thing.”

Micha answered entirely too easily…explaining what he’d been doing with my Kindle when I’d woken up earlier. “What if I took you to the doctor because I hadn’t bred you yet? He’d have to examine you and I’d have to…do things…I want you carrying my baby, don’t I?”

Oh wow.

Reading was so educational.

“I…”

It wasn’t until Micha snickered and tugged me over to a picnic table that I realized I’d stopped right in the middle of the path. “I…”

Swallowing, I forced my brain to go back to work since it wasn’t the right time for it to take a vacation. “That would fall under the professionals rule and you’d be right there with me controlling the scene. So not cheating under several categories.”

Ha. Full sentence and I hadn’t tried to grab my dick.

I hated it when he was right…we should’ve done this at home so I could’ve made him give me a thorough description of that scene.

Micha’s near giggle said he was thinking the same thing…and it meant he’d stopped being worried and insane. “Okay. I’m going to stop obsessing over your definition and we’re just going to agree to discuss it on a case-by-case basis. Nothing in pup and little time is cheating as long as you don’t let anyone else give you a bottle and snuggle you.”

Finally.

“I agree completely. Wholeheartedly. I even promise to be reasonable if something goes pear-shaped.”

Ha. I remembered not to say fucked up at the zoo.

Rolling his eyes again, Micha finally looked less insane. “Scenes can be designed where they need a third party in a professional capacity, like a lawyer or doctor.”

“Doctor. That’s the…yeah…the doctor.”

That needed to be top on the list so he knew not to forget it. “Didn’t the club have a doctor’s office room?”

I’d read some of the information he’d given me…just not the stressful bits.

Wearing a wicked grin, Micha nodded slowly. “It does. It’s a very well-designed room and even has an exam table with stirrups.”

Oh wow.

We really should’ve had the conversation at home…what had he been thinking letting us do it in public?

He needed to take care of me better.

“I…”

What had he asked me? “Yes. I think reviewing the situation one scene at a time would be good. And…and when we get home, you can go into that omegaverse one in more detail. We’ll…we’ll use that as our example and practice with it.”

Micha’s devilish grin sent a shiver through me. “Rethinking that we can have the talk in public thing, aren’t you?”

He was such a brat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ugh.

Now I had to keep us at the zoo all day.

He was such a butthead.

But I loved him and he was funny and sweet and most of the time took pretty good care of me.

“I love you.”

I might not love him after we’d spent all day at the zoo, though, but that would be his problem, so I decided I didn’t have to worry about the consequences of his actions.

His bad decision, his consequence.

“You made that sound dangerous.”

Narrowing his gaze at me, he frowned. “Take it back.”

Yep, he was insane but I loved him.

“Never.”

I was going to love him forever and ever no matter what.

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Conner’s Question

Some people were definitely more interesting than others. “He described his type of submission as pain in the ass.”

Every answer in the application I’d been looking over got more and more ridiculous. As a brat myself, I definitely approved, but as the owner of a BDSM club it left me somewhat conflicted.

Ben barked out a laugh, looking up from the spreadsheet he’d been studying. “Sounds like someone you’re going to get along with.”

Honestly, yes.

“That’s what I thought too.”

And I’d been having entirely too much fun looking over it…so much fun, I’d started to forget it was from a real person who wanted to come to the club.

Still grinning, Ben leaned back in his chair. “What did his partner write?”

“Caretaker Dom slash Daddy slash drama queen wrangler.”

They were obviously a perfect match.

“So someone I might like. Got it.”

Shaking his head, Ben took a moment before he realized I’d first interrupted him with an actual question. “What was your question? You asked me something. Sorry.”

To say he was distracted would’ve been an understatement, so I decided another type of distraction was in order. Carefully setting the tablet on the coffee table, I slowly got to my feet and as I started across the living room, I thanked every ancient god I could think of that I hadn’t changed out of my heels as soon as we’d gone upstairs.

Something about the mile-high heels with the innocent outfit just got him going.

“Do I need to send this back and ask more questions?”

Because I wasn’t sure I’d gotten any useable answers to begin with. “They’re requesting to use the wet room first and that’s not usually where newbies start.”

The bathroom setup we had in one of the small scene rooms was amazing and right out of a fancy five-star hotel, but it wasn’t the place new members usually started. Hell, I was pretty sure I’d ended up using it more than anyone else at the club.

Ben smirked, giving me a shrug as I pushed his chair back from the desk and straddled his lap. “Newbies who want to join the club usually don’t give half-assed answers either, so I think we can safely say the brat doesn’t want to talk about it.”

Refusing to acknowledge that it probably sounded like me once upon a time, I rocked my erection against his and decided what should’ve come off when I got home were the panties under my skirt.

“Probably.”

Someone was going to have to answer at least a few questions, though. “Thoughts?”

Had he actually answered my question?

I definitely couldn’t finish distracting him until he’d behaved.

Ben moaned, in desire and frustration because he knew talking came first and orgasms came second. “Sounds like the brat in question isn’t ready to talk about why he wants to use the wet room and probably that he doesn’t want to talk about being little yet. Otherwise he’d have mentioned that as his type of submission.”

Littles usually came in shy and panicked or chatty and silly…this one felt like the former.

“Why don’t…why don’t you look over their background check again and then…and then talk to them when they come for their first visit.”

Ben moaned as I leaned in and started nibbling on his throat. “You’ll know…you’ll know what you feel at that point and you can touch base…touch base with the Dom.”

Chuckling, I nodded and pressed myself harder against him. “I’m not sure I’m going to get very good answers from the sub, but I have a feeling they’re going to be fun.”

Ben tried to laugh, but I licked his ear getting a strangled sound instead. “You…you have a radar for that. I hope…I hope I’m around to see it.”

“Naughty Dom. Are you saying you want to watch me fuck with the brat?”

Making a tsking sound, I shook my head. “Naughty Dom.”

Luckily for me.

He barked out a laugh, smacking my ass through the peasant-style skirt I’d put on earlier. “Oh no. If anyone is naughty here, it’s you. Already making friends with a brat who’s got questionable behavior.”

Giggling, I nodded. “And I’m wondering if his Dom knows what he did.”

Ben groaned and tightened his hold on me as I ground our cocks together. “Probably not.”

That conversation was going to be fun as long as the Dom wasn’t a dick, but since I needed to know if he was a dick, it was going to be educational at the very least.

“But I’m sure my Dom knows everything I did.”

And didn’t. Like the numbers in the spreadsheet he’d been going over. “So he knows when I have to be sorry and make it up to him.”

There was always something new and fun to be apologetic over, so I didn’t worry about being specific.

Ben didn’t seem to notice that part either, but that might’ve been because I was using my dick to get him off. “You…what…what were you thinking?”

Lots.

“The cleaners are gone. How about we go downstairs and I can show you what I’ve been practicing on the new pole.”

I didn’t dance in cages any longer, but that didn’t mean I was out of practice. “I have something special to show my Master.”

His groan said he was going to love my apology…and fucking another one out of me when I was done too. “I’m supposed to be going over the numbers.”

But was he really going to do that?

“I’ve been practicing for you.”

The pole wasn’t like the cage, but I was getting damned good at it. “Remember the class I’ve been going to?”

Oh, yes. Now he did.

“It’s a pole dancing class?”

Ben’s hands tightened and his fingers dug into my ass. If I was lucky, I was going to have bruises tomorrow. “Let’s go see that apology, sexy.”

Yes.

Pole tonight…numbers tomorrow.

Best Master ever.

If you haven’t read about Ben and Conner yet, check out their story in The Owners, or you can jump right into the Bound and Controlled series for more club stories.

M.A. Innes and Shaw Montgomery are two sides to the same squirrely brain. M.A. Innes is the part of my imagination that leads to kinky and curious things like age play and puppy play. Shaw is the aspect that likes sweet BDSM but isn’t taboo in nature.

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