Page 16 of The Handyman and The Drama Queen (Myths, Legends, and Southern Charm #1)

Ezra

“Until we get to that point, though, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy you in other ways.” Stone’s heated tone sent a shiver through me, even though he was smiling. It was probably the fact that it was so wicked that was really doing it for me. “And for tonight that means seeing how you react when a naughty boy is getting spanked.”

I didn’t completely understand how focused he was on my pleasure, because even though I liked knowing he was happy, it went beyond that for him, but I liked the end result a lot.

Attention.

Yep, he’d turned me into some kind of attention whore.

“But you…you said that it’s just for seeing what I think and…and how I react.” I tried to get the rest of my thought out but it got stuck as his finger stroked my cheek again. “I…”

Shoot.

“That’s right. But that means there is no right or wrong. When I was first exploring BDSM, I talked to a woman who loved being spanked but couldn’t watch anyone else being spanked.” Something in his tone made it sound like there was a little bit of trauma, but nothing I could put my finger on.

“She kept worrying about how they were feeling and couldn’t get past the mental ‘that’s consensual’ debate in her own head.” Stone frowned, like he couldn’t relate to it even if he could explain it to me.

“So no matter how you react to this, knowing how you feel about it is helpful.” Information. We needed more data to build the scenes he wanted us to explore once I got some kind of a body. “If watching them doesn’t do anything for you, then we go back to the fantasies and dirty talk.”

That made me want to laugh. “You like that part either way.”

And his sexy smirk was back.

“Yeah.” Shrugging, he didn’t look embarrassed by that at all. “The building the scene and fantasy part is almost as much fun as doing the scene. I think it’s because I have a vivid imagination.”

He was good at it.

Fuck.

Closing my eyes, I focused on his hand and the fact that he needed information from me and clear communication. “I like it too. You’re good at building the scene and putting those vivid images in my head.”

He made a curious thinking sound, which had me opening my eyes.

I didn’t like it when he thought a lot…it usually ended up with him telling me something weird.

“Do I want to know what you’re thinking?” He paused for a few seconds before shaking his head. “Okay.”

I went back to closing my eyes because that was more fun than whatever magical ridiculousness he had to be focused on. Cuddles were better than magic any day…but especially when his touch felt so solid.

Lips brushed mine and I could feel them against me.

“I need you to tell me if I talk through a fantasy or a scene that you don’t like. Whatever it is. If there’s something in the fantasy that makes you uncomfortable, I want to know about it.” There was a stubborn set to his tone and I knew he was going to dig his heels in about that.

“Got it.” Relationships required a lot more sharing and communicating than I was expecting.

I hated it when the internet was right.

“Sir?”

Hmm.

His chuckle said he thought I was cute but I could almost feel the heat radiating from him. I could deal with a bit of silliness if it turned him on.

How much could I turn him on?

Dropping my voice lower, I didn’t try anything over the top, but I thought about how sexy he was and how hard he made me. “I understand, Sir.”

It wasn’t much, but I got a groan from him.

When I peeked my eyes open, he looked hungry as he watched me but it was the way his free hand moved from the table to slowly reach down and adjust his dick that spelled out exactly how much he liked it.

I couldn’t feel ridiculous about something if it turned him on that much, right?

“I’m going to love bending you over my lap, baby.” Giving himself one more firm squeeze, he groaned like his dick was painful as he slowly rose. “But let’s see what you think about it. Come upstairs with me?”

So presumptuous.

“I was told it’s my house.” Raising my eyebrow, I couldn’t help trying to drive him as insane as he made me. “That means I get to be the one to invite you.”

Stone was doing his best not to laugh as he gave me a regal nod and stepped back to give me room to stand. The little things he did to pretend I still had a body were sweet, but I wasn’t going to let it distract me. “Would you like to go upstairs, Sir?”

I figured throwing in the honorific couldn’t hurt after I’d been a pain in the ass.

His smirk said he approved. “Thank you, boy. I would love to.”

It was still hot even when he clearly thought I was ridiculous…and since I liked his smirk even if I wasn’t going to spell it out, I gave him a pretty solid peck on the lips and nodded toward the front of the house. “I’m going to head upstairs and get ready. You should probably go get that computer you’ve been teasing me about.”

I needed a minute to practice seeing if I could get my clothes off before he actually came upstairs.

The smirk stayed in place, but he held himself back from actually laughing as he gave me a fairly dry tone. “A good plan. I’ll be right back.”

Hopefully not too quickly, but I tried not to let that show on my face as he headed toward the front of the house.

“You can do this. You’ve somehow managed to change clothes at least three times, and if you can do that randomly, you can get naked deliberately.” I wasn’t sure I believed my whispered pep talk but I was going in with the fake it ‘til you make it plan.

I really hoped I wasn’t going to look stupid.

The green T-shirt and green-and-blue plaid sleep pants weren’t the worst things I could’ve been wearing, but the outfit didn’t scream sexy to me. I wasn’t sure what would’ve screamed it, honestly, but I was hoping naked would do it.

If it didn’t, I was screwed because even when I’d been alive I’d had the most boring underwear ever. Well, a lot of the time I’d gone commando, but when I’d put some on, it’d been boring. Neither of those options screamed erotic at the moment, so I was really hoping naked was an option.

“You need to see it clearly in your mind. That will thing affects a lot even if you don’t know what it is.” It sounded like my drive and what I wanted, but it couldn’t be that simple because I’d never gotten anything I’d wanted before I was dead.

Magical fuckery.

“See it clearly in your mind and it’ll be fine.” I repeated the words over and over, trying to figure out where I’d organized my will away to, and I was feeling a tiny bit more confident by the time I got upstairs. “You just need to find your will.”

And I needed to figure out the zapping thing because having the extra time to obsess would’ve been handy.

“You can do it. Stone said you can and he knows everything about being dead and magical shit.” He made me say the dumbest things, but it was worth it if I could end up with a naked orgasm. “It’ll feel less weird if you’re naked too. So figure it out, fucker.”

Sitting down on the bed, I took a deep breath even though I probably didn’t need to and closed my eyes.

My will.

My magical what I want when I’m dead shit.

I wanted to be naked.

I wanted to be able to orgasm.

I wanted to—

No. That wasn’t working.

My will.

My dead force.

Use the force, moron .

It was stupid but it was easier to relate to…and it worked for about three seconds.

Naked.

Clothed.

Shit. Back to Garfield.

Well, I was clean but my outfit was even dumber than it had been before. “Try again.”

Stone was baby-stepping back from the truck, so I needed to use the time he was giving me wisely.

Eyes closed.

Focus on the force.

Picturing myself naked wasn’t that hard. I’d seen myself walking out of the shower before even if I’d never done some of those stupid see my dick pics guys on the dating apps wanted. Soft wasn’t going to work. Okay. Hard.

Well, the me in my head was hard.

As long as one of us was, I was going to count that as a win.

Adding in thinking about Stone watching me seemed like a good idea…until it wasn’t.

“Fuck it all.” Picturing him there just reminded me of how important it was and the erection thing was a no go…and I was back to fucking pajamas again.

“No, baby.” His voice coming from the doorway made me jump a foot, but there wasn’t any laughter in his voice. “We’re going to do this together.”

Probably because I’d been doing it by myself for longer than I wanted to admit.

I couldn’t help sighing as I heard him move around the room, but I wasn’t going to open my eyes and I’d yellow if he tried to push it.

“Together, baby.” As his words whispered through me, the bed moved and I felt him come up behind me. “Tell me what you want.”

That was an order I didn’t mind obeying because he was going to fix this. That was what Doms did. Especially magic Doms.

“I want to be naked.” Once I started, the words came more easily than I’d imagined…even if they sounded stupid in my head. “I want to look sexy for you and I don’t have any other ideas for what that should look like. I’m starting to hate how little real life experience I had.”

Shit.

Stone kissed my neck as his hands stroked my arms. “Don’t go still. I know you didn’t mean to say that but I was going to ask about it anyway. Giving you time to tell me stuff on your own is always a bad plan. Eventually, I’m going to remember that.”

“You’re a brat, you know that, right?” My response got a chuckle out of him, and while it didn’t make me happy, it made me hard and less stressed.

“Yes.” His breath sent a shiver through me and the kiss that came after had a moan trying to escape.

I could feel him.

Yep. I wasn’t going to open my eyes ever again.

“But you react so nicely and it’s so fucking sexy, baby.” He was making sexy, pleased sounds as he nuzzled against me, but he was still having fun making me insane. “I love how my boy reacts.”

His.

Yes.

That meant it was his job to get me naked and hard.

Not mine.

Nope.

So if it wasn’t something he could succeed at, I couldn’t blame myself.

I’d blame him.

“And right now my boy is grumbly and cranky.” His words made me huff, but I was proud of myself for holding back the childish duh that wanted to escape. “He needs some love and attention and he needs an orgasm.”

“And to see you naked. Don’t get all Dom taking care of his boy and forget that part.” I was never going to get to see his dick if he kept worrying about me.

Eventually, he was going to stop laughing at me when I got frustrated.

Right?

“Sexy little firecracker.” Stone let out a soft almost-moan as his hands shifted to stroke my chest. “It’s just time to unwrap my firecracker so I can see him explode.”

“Your dick.” He was such a brat. “Don’t forget your dick.”

“I won’t.” He whispered something about me being his needy boy but I ignored that. “If you’re a good boy and follow my instructions, I’ll even let you try to lick me. Would you like that? Seeing me? Touching me? Licking me?”

I couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped. “What…what if I can’t do it?”

“Then I’ll still get to see you cuddled up next to my cock and looking so hungry for it and I’ll feel your presence against me. I can always feel you, baby. Sometimes it’s just not that solid of a touch.” Stone’s words and even his tone said it wasn’t a bad thing and seemed to fall into the good category even though it shouldn’t have.

He should be more frustrated that I couldn’t do anything for him.

“I love the way you watch me and lean into my touch.” The way he nuzzled against me pointed out I was doing that again. “I love the sounds you make and how much you want to please me.”

He chuckled as I huffed. “And I love the way that seems to drive you insane.”

How had I managed to end up dead with a brat of a Dom who seemed to have entirely too much patience?

“Do you want to please me right now, baby?” He made a questioning hum as he kissed right under my ear. But when he just kept waiting, I knew he’d decided to be dramatic again.

Fine.

“Yes.” Somehow that was frustrating but it made him chuckle again.

“So sexy.”

He was insane.

“I want you to take a deep breath and let it out very slowly. When your lungs are empty, I want you to try and fill yourself up with me. Whatever you can feel from me.” Grumbling about it got another kiss from Stone, but he didn’t get distracted. “Don’t overthink it. Focus on getting your air from me like if I was kissing you deeply and exhaling into you.”

I might’ve huffed again, but he still didn’t change his mind about the order.

“Focus on the way I feel when you brush up against me. The low electric buzz you’re feeling that rushes through you that used to make the hair on your arms stand up.” Stone was describing a science experiment I’d seen as a kid, not anything I’d ever imagined doing naked as an adult. “Now you’re just going to focus on it and try to pull it into you.”

He was such a brat, he could make anything sexy.

But I did it…because I liked making him happy and I’d told him that I’d follow directions. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, reminding myself I didn’t actually need air. Part of me knew that and part of me didn’t, so when my lungs were finally empty, I had that instinctive need to inhale.

Pressing my lips together as Stone made encouraging sounds behind me, I focused on his hands and that quiet presence that was just him. The buzz. That electricity that always hummed around him. That was what I needed.

Him.

My boyfriend.

My Dom.

Stone.

As he kissed me again, I felt that spot light up like an electrical socket and pulled the buzzing sensation into me.

I was breathing in my Dom.

“Hold it in. Keep it. Let it fill you up.” Stone nuzzled against me, sighing. “Gods above that feels good.”

My Stone.

My achingly hard Stone…and I knew that because I could feel his body pressed tight against mine.

My solid body.

My solid, naked body.