Chapter 15
Anson
“I’m here to save you!” Kennedy threw himself into my arms as soon as I opened the door, making me laugh and nearly bowling me over. “You don’t have to talk to yourself anymore.”
He was adorable but he also wasn’t wrong.
“Thank you for coming to save me.” Giving him a quick kiss, I tightened my hold on him, encouraging him to snuggle closer. “It was a long day and I’m ready for attention.”
Beaming, Kennedy nodded and wiggled against me so our dicks rubbed together. “I’m ready to give you more attention.”
All kinds, judging by the way one particular body part was very excited.
“I appreciate that.” And I was going to reward him for it too. “You’re saving the day.”
Or the evening to be exact.
But Kennedy didn’t mind the off timing of my statement and grinned wider, giving me a kiss before curling into me. “And I remembered to text you every time I moved locations today and I always told you something about my thoughts.”
His first rule was to text me every time he moved from one point on the map to another. Home to work? I got a text. Work to home? I got a text.
And he also had to tell me one thing that he’d been thinking about.
To say he approved of the rule was an understatement.
When his head was resting on my shoulder, he sighed and started in on his role as the attention giver…a role he took very seriously.
“Francis apologized for being a butthead. His word, not mine. I’d have called him a dick. Or insane. But he said he was sorry and that he was going to be scheduling time with his therapist again. Evidently, he stopped doing that when work got too stressful?” Kennedy’s confused tone said that made just as much sense to him as it did to me.
He frowned as his head popped up, looking like discussing aliens would’ve been more logical. “Isn’t that the opposite of what he was supposed to do? I’ve never done therapy because I don’t need anyone else telling me that I talk too much and I’m strange. But he works in health care. Isn’t he supposed to know how therapy works? Isn’t he supposed to support it?”
My first response was to file away his logic about therapy for another day and my second was to shrug, which wasn’t helpful at all. “Well, first of all, I think that was a very confusing decision on his part at the very least.”
When Kennedy started nodding and looked relieved, I kept going. “Secondly, yes, that is the opposite of what he’s supposed to be doing and he probably does understand that. But we don’t always do what’s best for ourselves.”
At least losing his mind at Kennedy had made Francis realize he had to change something. Kennedy had said he was some kind of specialized nurse but he’d gone off on a tangent before I figured out exactly what Francis did for a living. All I knew was that it was making him insane and he needed to figure out something.
I just wasn’t sure it was any of my business because I’d only met him in person for about thirty seconds and he wasn’t always nice to Kennedy.
Yes, the good Dom part of me wanted to help, but the controlling side wanted to hide Kennedy away and keep him safe from crazy people who took their shit out on him.
Dom problems at their finest.
“You make sure I do what’s best for me.” He kissed my cheek, definitely aiming to be adorable, and snuggled close again. “You made rules for me and you give me lots of orgasms.”
“And you give me attention when I haven’t talked to real humans and you give me lots of ideas for fun ways to make you orgasm.” Listing off how helpful he was got another happy wiggle from him. “I didn’t even talk to Jasper today. It was terrible.”
I loved my job and I’d gotten a lot accomplished, but it was draining.
“He’s naughty. Did he even text you?” Kennedy straightened, frowning again. “He’s not been a very good friend lately. He even canceled your plans to go to the bar.”
“Technically that’s true, but I can’t complain about that one because it helped me meet you.” And he’d been working on finishing up a big project, so he’d been putting in a ridiculous number of hours. “We’re going to go out to dinner or something next week. He said he’s going to make it up to me.”
Kennedy cocked his head but seemed to be doing his best to be subtle. “What kind of restaurant are you going to?”
Hmm.
“Not BJ’s if that’s what you’re asking.” I chuckled when he huffed and a sheepish look came over his face. “Just dinner. BJ’s is something that I’m just going to do with you from now on. You get my attention, not strangers.”
Kennedy probably wouldn’t have second-guessed me going to a regular bar, but he associated BJ’s with shenanigans and sexy waiters, so I couldn’t blame him.
“I wasn’t going to pout or complain.” He seemed to believe that, so I nodded. “I just…it was…”
As he tried to figure out how to explain his thoughts in a way I couldn’t complain about, I jumped in to make sure he knew he could complain.
“You found a limit and you were trying to figure out how to articulate it.” Giving him a quick peck, I tried to make sure all he could see on my face was relaxed confidence. “Thank you for trying to sort that out for me, but you don’t have to rush if it’s not coming together right off the bat.”
I could feel the stress in him fading as memories of past bad relationships faded. He let out a breath and rested his head back on my shoulder. “You’re welcome. And thank you for helping me explain it. I think I’d prefer that BDSM places or even BDSM-adjacent places fall under the category of something we do together.”
Before I could nod, his head popped up again. “You can go to a strip club or something boring, though. I don’t mind that.”
Strip clubs were boring?
Strip clubs or boring places, meaning they were two different categories?
Nope.
It didn’t matter.
“I will do my best never to end up in a situation like that without you.” I wasn’t sure how to word it any less specifically than that since I wasn’t sure I understood what he meant to begin with.
Instead of clarifying or even just rolling his eyes, Kennedy nodded. “Stuff happens. The apocalypse. Unexpected bachelor parties. I understand.”
His logic was fascinating.
“If the apocalypse happens, I think I’m going to live in a fancy grocery store. The strip club wouldn’t have enough food.” There was no way strippers were hiding enough food to keep anyone alive. “But thank you for being understanding.”
“You’re welcome.” Giving me another kiss, Kennedy’s brain jumped to a new topic. “Have you planned anything for us or am I supposed to come up with something since I’m coming to visit you? I thought you planning our dates might be a Dom thing but then I started second-guessing that. Is it the visiting person who plans?”
It was a good question.
“I was seeing it as a Dom thing and like a control thing.” I shrugged as he nodded. “I don’t mind sharing if you had a plan.”
I was just hoping he didn’t.
Kennedy shook his head.
Perfect.
“No. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t being rude.” He gave a little half shrug. “I was good with my questions and letting you know where I was going, so I don’t want to accidentally lose my reward because I didn’t understand the rules or the good manners stuff.”
“That is very logical.” Kennedy went stiff like he couldn’t process being told he was logical. “You did a very good job of following the rules and you like being my good boy.”
Nodding as he relaxed into me again, he seemed to be getting over his shock. “I didn’t even overthink my what was I thinking stuff.”
He paused, huffing. “That sentence was weird.”
Chuckling, I reached down to give his ass a firm pat. “I thought it was fine.”
Adorable, but fine.
“And I knew right off the bat you were following the rules because your first thought was very Kennedy.”
Do you think the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park should’ve been changed to make them look more accurate as the series went on?
Yep, it’d been very Kennedy.
His follow-up had been to explain that he was wondering if we should watch one of those over the weekend sometime, and his train of thought had hopped around a bit.
“And I’m still standing by my first answer. Continuity over accuracy in this case.” His sigh said he still wasn’t satisfied with my answer, but he was too polite to tell me that directly.
So I changed the subject like a good Dom.
“And then I got the mac and cheese discussion because you were hungry.” I huffed as he giggled. “You’re still wrong on that, but I just can’t figure out how you kept talking about mac and cheese and then went and got Indian for lunch.”
No.
That did not compute.
It got me more giggles, though. “But I was a good boy and told you how much I liked it.”
He also liked having a rule that said he had to share his thoughts on a regular basis.
“But that last question…” Letting my voice go deeper, I squeezed his ass cheek and got a shiver from him. “Yes, naughty boy. Letting someone listen in on sex is voyeurism too.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to orgasm or giggle, and listening to the sounds he was making had me trying not to smile. “I’m not naughty. My coworker asked if I was after I got a weird call from someone pretending to be drunk and asking for pay-per-view porn. I don’t even think that’s a thing anymore. He had to have been a hundred.”
People found interesting ways to get attention.
“You get a prank call and that was where your mind went?” When he nodded and giggled, I sighed. “Well, we’re going to have to figure it out. It’s not my fault you gave me another experiment to figure out.”
That had my naughty boy sucking in a breath and going very still…but that time it wasn’t because of nerves.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have moaned.
“Oh, you…you’re going to help me figure it out?” Kennedy made it sound like science was some kind of kink and he shivered when I made an affirmative sound. “I…when?”
My naughty cutie was ready to come just thinking about getting his wicked question answered.
“Well, I was reviewing your limits list and I think being spanked and teased, or even spanked and fucked would work for an experiment. Those are some of your favorite activities, so I thought they might be a good place to start.” Shrugging like it was just an idea, I tried to sound casual about it.
I even made a thinking sound like something had just occurred to me. “You know, pain on your penis might be something else fun to add.”
Kennedy’s shiver and the way his entire body clenched made me grin. “That…that would be…you’d do that when someone was listening…you said…oh, you said Jasper and that…did you talk to him about a scene?”
Sounding half-scandalized and half-amazed, Kennedy pressed his face against my neck. “Does…does he think he could be friends with a naughty boy?”
Yes, that was where Kennedy’s worries would lead him.
“He knows that naughty boys make the best friends and he wouldn’t be shocked at all.” Was he worried about gathering more friends like Francis that had a hard time with him? “Naughty boys have the best stories too. He’s going to think you’re funny and sexy, and he’s very jealous that I found you first.”
I wasn’t sure they’d have really found a way to be compatible, but I knew they’d be good friends at the very least.
“But…” Still hiding, Kennedy sounded excited and nervous, like a prize was being dangled just out of reach and he thought he was going to lose it. “But he’s not going to tell you I’m bad later? People are…they’re confused sometimes.”
They were dickheads sometimes.
“He will not think you’re bad for being a good sub for your Master.” Period. “He’s been a member of the club I was telling you about for a long time and he’s friends with Doms and subs. He even likes the biggest naked attention whore I’ve ever met.”
That got a giggle from Kennedy. “I thought I was the biggest attention whore you’d ever met?”
“Nope. Not even close.” Tilting my head, I kissed his neck. “You’re my sexy boy and I can’t wait to explore this experiment with you. I think listening to you moan would definitely be voyeuristic.”
Another shiver raced through Kennedy and his breathing had slowed down again. “I don’t know…it might not be.”
He gave a cute shrug and tried to pretend to be confused. “We…we shouldn’t make assumptions.”
Adorable.
Going back to rubbing his ass, I nibbled on his ear as he slowly relaxed and gave me more of his neck to enjoy. “I don’t think there’s any way around it. We’re going to have to put an experiment together to test our theories.”
His entire body clenched and rocked into me like he was already imagining being fucked and used. “Yes…we…we have to know.”
“I’ll design the experiment, but what are you going to do if something feels off about it?” His nerves about what Jasper would think was the only thing I was worried about. The actual acts…nope.
He’d love those.
He’d probably love them with complete strangers, but with someone he was going to deal with later, I could understand his fears. Safewording right off the bat or simply asking to sit down and talk about it wouldn’t have surprised me, but Kennedy seemed steadier as he kissed my neck. “I safeword, Master. I promise I’m a good boy. I’ll use my words if I need to.”
“You’re my very good boy, but I think I’m going to remind you just in case that I’ll be very proud of you if you safeword when you’re supposed to. Right?” His nod came quickly and without hesitation, making me feel more confident. “I trust my boy to let me know when something is too much because limits change, and sometimes we just don’t understand how we’re going to feel about something.”
“And you…you have to safeword too if you decide that you don’t like the scene or if it makes you unhappy to let someone hear me. Even Dom limits change.” Kennedy tried to sound like it was just an offhand idea but that wasn’t believable at all.
“Thank you for making sure I remember, but I already got a chance to have fun when everyone was watching me play with you at the bar.” Yeah, he’d filed that a bit too far back in his brain. When he made a little humph sound and I could hear his brain whirling, I pushed at the memory again. “I loved letting everyone hear your sexy sounds and seeing you try to hump my hand…oh yes…I was so glad you liked all that fun attention. I loved showing you off.”
And his worry fog was starting to clear.
“You like controlling me.” Kissing me again, Kennedy’s sexy rocking started again and he sighed as another shiver raced through him. “Everyone knew I was your sub because I kept my hands on the table and I submitted to you. I even talked about limits and got a reward.”
“That’s right and everyone knew you were the sexiest sub because several gossipy Doms called Jasper the next day wanting to know all about you.” He’d been pissed that he’d missed seeing the fun firsthand.
Kennedy giggled, wiggling in my arms like his excitement was filling him up again. “They were talking about me?”
“They were talking about how sexy you were and how you followed the rules.” Nibbling on his neck, I moaned as he ground his dick against mine again. “They loved seeing all your sexy reactions to being touched and played with. Everyone was very sad they didn’t get to see you come.”
Sucking in an excited breath, Kennedy pushed his ass out and moaned as I gave it a smack. “They’d…they’d have liked seeing me get a spanking.”
It didn’t seem to be a question, but I nodded anyway. “That’s right and Jasper is very sad he didn’t get to see you that first night. Should we let him help us with our experiment? We could make it up to him and let him hear you. It’s not as nice as letting him see me spank you or tap your penis, but it’s a start.”
“A start…yes…” Kennedy nearly moaned out the words, loving the turn the scene had taken. “I want to be nice to your friend. And…and we can’t let him be disappointed.”
His oh well kind of shrug didn’t match how hard he was or how enthusiastically his humping had gotten, but I didn’t point that out. “You’re right. We’re going to be good friends and make it up to him.”
As Kennedy’s body tried to make him come right then, I gave him another spank. “Now I just have to decide if I’m going to fill up your sexy ass with my cum or find another way to use you.”
And he went still again.
“Did…did your paper come in today, Master?” There was so much barely contained excitement in his voice he sounded like he was going to explode, but for some reason he seemed to think he should be casual about it. “That would be helpful in saying sorry.”
I loved his logic.
“You’re very smart, sexy boy. My paper came in and I’m ready to fill you with cum.” We were going to have so much fun…as long as I could keep him from orgasming before the scene even started. “But if you keep humping me, I’m going to get the cage and the numbing lube.”
For some reason, that threat did not help.
Oh well.
I might just have to punish him after all.