Chapter 15

Paxton

"Now you're questioning something." But what? "Oh. I asked you to stay still and in this form and then I kept asking other things."

Well, I could understand how it'd come across like a question.

"And more giggles." He really was a happy dinosaur.

Dragon.

It was somehow culturally questionable to call them dinosaurs even if Fraser seemed to agree with it.

Yes, it had to be something telepathic based on all the evidence. He wasn't moving nearly enough for me to guess what he was feeling. He was too still in general and his facial expressions weren't something I was familiar with yet.

"It's mostly emotionally based communication with pictures being possible?" He still wasn't responding but I thought that was more about him being stubborn than him being helpful.

He was also slightly dramatic about the amount of cuddles he wanted in his current form.

"I think I'm missing something, though." I was close because I could still feel how proud he was and how giggly he was. "Alright, since I can't do proper experiments or even take good notes, I will admit that human conversational questions are necessary at this point."

And that got me more laughter.

He was so ridiculous.

But I gave him more pets and even kissed his head to make sure he got enough dragon snuggles. "You're a very pretty dragon, though, and I'm not scared of you."

Something tingly seemed to fill the room and suddenly a very naked Fraser was stretched out down the bed with only his head and shoulders resting in my lap. His chest was wrapped up with the sheet but the rest of him was on display and happy to see me. "Hello. Thank you for showing me your other form."

There were still echoes of laughter in my head before he grinned, but somehow it wasn't as strong as it had been before. "Hello. You're welcome, and when you're ready, we'll go outside so you can see my full form."

That would be…fascinating.

"How…how big is that form?" The question escaped before I thought it through. "No, that's not what we're discussing. I have to stay on track and walk through this logically."

"You're really cute. Have I told you that?" His ridiculous response made me roll my eyes. "You're even cute when you do that."

"I am not." Glaring at him just got more giggles…out loud that time.

"You are." Fraser lifted his head and gave me a kiss before lying back down again. "I'm glad you weren't scared."

Me too.

"I have to admit that showing me the smaller size first was a good way to approach the situation." He'd still looked deadly, but it was in a lot less stressful kind of way. "I won't be frightened of your bigger form."

I'd seen that he could think and reason even when he didn't look like a human and he'd shown me he could be patient and playful. Since those were all characteristics he had in his human form, logic dictated that he'd have them in his larger one.

Shenanigans seemed to be the biggest thing to worry about.

Or worse…cuddles.

"I'm glad." He seemed to think he got to steal another kiss, so I got a quick peck before he snuggled against me again. "I'm also glad I got a lot of cuddles when I showed you my dragon side."

Being able to take a hint, I started stroking his head and went back to giving him the cuddles he wanted as I thought about what I'd learned. "It's telepathic, right? There's no other way."

"Yes." Fraser nearly purred as his eyes closed and he relaxed into me. "It's between mates, but I don't know if it was ever more widespread than that. We lost a lot of the knowledge about where we came from. We were trapped here."

Hmm.

"We're going to come back to that later." Because it sounded like he'd just told me he was an alien dragon, but that could wait. "Mates? That's what the man in the bakery said."

Fraser peeked his eyes open and looked slightly guilty.

"We're married, aren't we? Damn it." This town was completely out of hand. "My parents are going to have a cow. They aren't that great at being parents but they'd want to know that I'm getting married before I do it."

How had that even happened?

Fraser snickered and shook his head. "No, we're not married by human standards, but we've started to bond and that's why you could feel my emotions."

Hmm.

"If there's a difference and it's not just a labeling issue, I should be looking for physical or cultural variances. With everything so far, it's been physical. Without other information, I'm going to hypothesize that it's some kind of mental bonding and why you were following me around at first." That would really explain a lot.

Fraser grinned and stretched up to kiss me again. "You're really sexy when you do that."

He was ridiculous.

"Thinking through problems logically is not sexy." We needed to get him out more. The squirrely town had messed with his brain. "I'm just taking in facts and processing them."

He shrugged but rolled over and somehow ended up braced over me as I was stretched out on the bed. "No, it's sexy. Just like you petting me in my dragon form when you were naked was sexy."

Rolling my eyes had him trying not to laugh and he gave me a quick peck but didn't move off of me. "But I promise to keep my tongue to myself going forward. I'm sorry I startled you."

Good grief.

We had to talk about that?

Ugh.

"Apology accepted. I'm just sure mates don't do that. You weren't…you weren't in a human body." There had to be cultural taboos about that.

Fraser snickered. "If you promise not to tell anyone, Kenzie will tell you how much he likes it when his Daddy pulls his tail."

What?

Giggling, he nodded and gave me another kiss while I gaped at him. "Kenzie really likes it when his Daddy tugs on his tail. He says it gives the best orgasms, but he's not supposed to talk about it because it makes Talon blush."

My sigh made Fraser grin even wider. "Then why is he telling everyone?"

"Because he has a complete inability to keep anything to himself." Fraser shrugged. "Not my mating. Not my problem."

Frowning at him, I made sure to look very serious. "Your mating is your problem, though, and our licks and tail-pulling adventures will not end up being conversational fodder for weird old men. That is a limit I'm not willing to budge on."

"Deal." Giving me another smacky kiss, Daddy grinned. "Does that mean you want to pull my tail?"

"No." I shouldn't do that. "You weren't human. And pulling tails seems rude ."

Barely holding back laughter, he nodded and tried to look understanding. "You don't need to pull my tail. I think it's just part of his pain and pleasure responses coming out in his dragon form. I'm not into getting pain applied to me, so I think we can skip that part."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to take from that explanation but my brain was trying to go in a thousand different directions, and I was really regretting not having a notebook. "So some people like pain and some people don't?"

"Yes." Daddy lowered himself on me, giving me a soft kiss that time. "The parts of our bodies that say this is pain and this is pleasure can sometimes get their wires crossed. It seems to be mostly situationally dependent, but I don't know of any large-scale studies on it."

"So pain is just pain to you, right?" He kept saying I'd like it but I wasn't so sure about that.

"Yes, but I have a fairly high tolerance, so if you want to practice on me, that's fine." Daddy shrugged, taking the strange conversation seriously. "You might find it educational?"

Oh, I wasn't sure about that.

"It…" Frowning, I tried not to just react and forced myself to really think about it. "I understand in a very logical way that spanking you wouldn't hurt you, like it wouldn't be like me punching someone in anger. But it doesn't feel right."

Looking very Daddy and smiling at me, he kissed my cheek. "Good boy. You thought about it and explained how it made you feel. I'm really proud of you."

I wasn't sure why that made me feel so good, but I squirmed and I could feel my face heating up. "Thank you, Daddy."

That got me another kiss and I stopped trying to be big and thoughtful and just hid against him, burying my face against his shoulder. "But…but I don't see you wanting to show me spankings that way. I…I understand you think I'll like it."

I wasn't sure if my wires were crossed but I wasn't scared of it.

Mostly.

I was kind of scared of the idea of liking it, but I was pretty sure that was because it was very new.

Daddy wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over until I was stretched out down his body and I could hide better. He started petting my head like I was the little dragon that time. "I'm glad you understand how I see it."

He didn't seem upset, so I found myself relaxing even more against him. "You're a very good boy for explaining how you're feeling, but I really think you're going to like getting spanked."

I wasn't so sure about that but his ideas hadn't been bad so far.

"I'm going to give you lots of cuddles and kisses beforehand, and then I might say you've been so good for me but that I can't have you flirting with the old men in the diner." My huff had him almost giggling, but he stayed focused on his silly story. "I'll tell you that I have to make sure you understand you only belong to me."

I couldn't help the shiver that raced through me. I didn't want to be a bad boy but I liked the idea of belonging to Daddy. "I…I'm your boy and your mate. I do belong to you."

His moan had pleasure rolling through me and I had to remind myself I wasn't supposed to be grinding on him. At the very least, I'd already come and it was his turn.

"Yes, but sometimes little boys forget things like that, so I'll stand you up and push down your pants and undies, and then I'll put you over my lap." Somehow his voice went deeper and I could feel how sexy he found the scene. "Your bare bottom will be up in the air and I'll rub my hands over it, telling you that I'm going to help you remember to be a good boy and not flirt with anyone else."

Shoot.

I was wiggling.

"Then, when you're feeling embarrassed and are trying to hide how much you want to hump my lap, I'm going to spank you for the first time." Something flashed through me and I realized it was him pushing images through the bond. "You'll gasp and wiggle, but then the heat will wash through you and you'll start rubbing against my thighs, promising to be a good boy."

Oh.

"That's…that's cheating, Daddy." He liked that a lot. A lot a lot. "You're…you're naughty."

His chest jerked but he didn't say sorry. "You're going to like rubbing on Daddy as I spank you. Every time my hand comes down, it's going to push your penis into my thigh and it'll feel so good."

The pleasure and need he was sending through the bond said he believed what he was saying, and unfortunately my body seemed to agree with him. Somehow we'd gone from cuddling and talking to me rocking my naked body against his with just the sheet between us.

I hated the sheet.

"Daddy…I…I need…" Shoot.

I needed words and then I needed to come.

"Close your eyes, cutie." Daddy's low, firm tone had a shiver going through me as my eyes closed. "Good boy. Now push your bottom up. Offer it up for Daddy to spank."

The whimper escaped before I could catch it. I was too busy obeying and trying to remember why the spanking had sounded so scary before. "Daddy…"

"Yes, such a good boy with such a pretty bottom." Daddy hummed as I hid and shook my head. "Oh, yes it is. You have a very pretty bottom that's going to look beautiful when it's nice and pink."

He was so silly.

I was going to tell him that but when I pushed my bottom up higher…just to be a good boy of course…he moved the sheet.

Yes, he was very distracting, so I couldn't tell him how ridiculous he was being.

"Oh…Daddy…" His hand squeezed my bottom, pretending he'd just spanked it. "That's…"

"Humpies for my good boy." Daddy kissed my shoulder as I tried to wiggle closer. "Show me what you're going to do on Daddy's lap."

I was going to hump his lap.

We both moaned as I rocked against him and his cock stroked mine. It was so good I forgot everything else but the way he sent shivers through me, holding me tight. "Yes, you want your tinglies? Hmm?"

Nodding against him, I whined and rocked faster. "Please…yes…please, Daddy."

I'd been a good boy.

Yes, he needed to know that.

"I…I was a good boy, Daddy."

How?

How was I good?

"I…I pet my dragon and gave him cuddles."

Yes.

I'd been very good.

"I told you what I was thinking and I talked."

He liked that…both hands were squeezing my bottom.

"I…asked questions and I was logical."

Daddy thought that was cute, so I knew it'd get me more rewards.

"That's right." Daddy nibbled on my neck and made a happy sound when I moaned again. "You were so good and such a brave boy. So many new things and you just stayed calm and asked smart questions."

"So now…so now I get a reward, Daddy." Yes, that was how it worked. "I…I need my reward, Daddy."

He groaned and nibbled again, but he knew I was right because his hips pushed up and he rubbed his penis harder against mine. "Just think about how it's going to feel over my lap, cutie. Your pink bottom on display for Daddy. How wonderful your humpies will feel. And don't forget how embarrassed you're going to be when you remember that your little hole has been flashing Daddy."

Oh.

All it took to make it feel real was for Daddy to brush his fingers over me and then I got my big reward.

A big, big reward.

"That's right." Daddy groaned as I made him all sticky and then he held me tight so he could make me sticky too.

Then there were shivers and more humpies and more yawns and then I was worn out again.

Being Daddy's good boy was hard work.