Chapter 19
Anson
“And what is our plan?” The question had Kennedy rolling his eyes but he played along.
Probably because there was nothing on the radio and he was starting to get fidgety. He was doing his best to look relaxed, but in the past ten minutes, he’d pulled out several different keychains he’d squirreled away all over the car and had played with one that looked like a yo-yo and spent time whispering to what seemed to be a tiny gremlin.
It could’ve been some other kind of cuddly monster, though.
“We’re going to meet people.” Kennedy looked excited and constipated all at the same time, but I thought since he’d put the toys away he’d settled down a bit. “I’m going to talk to one of the owners so he knows you didn’t abduct me and hide me in your basement.”
He thought meeting Conner sounded fun, but it was the rest of it he was doing his best to pretend to be confident about. “Then we’re going to talk to people so they know I’m real and not being talked into anything.”
“But?” We were almost to Bound & Controlled, the BDSM club that I’d been a member of for a while, and I wanted to make sure we were on the same page…and that he remembered what we’d talked about.
To say he’d been wiggly and distracted in our first conversation would’ve been an understatement. It’d been a case of the big head not working when the little one was engaged and I’d needed to repeat things several times.
After experiencing his first scene with a phone audience, Kennedy was a lot more confident about how much he was going to enjoy his full experiment.
It was the meeting new people part he still wasn’t sure about.
“But you’re not going to tell me who is who or who is into what because you want them to get to know me without me worrying.” He sounded like he thought I was being ridiculous, but we both knew I wasn’t.
“And?”
Another big sigh had me trying not to smile. “And I have to remember that I won’t click with everyone. Even if I’m just looking to test-drive penises, there will be people I don’t want to play with.”
“If you run into someone like that?”
“Then if there’s any reason I don’t want to do any scenes with them, I just have to tell you later.” Kennedy started to wiggle as we got closer to the club and started slowing down. “But since I’m just looking to be friendly with them and to make sure they don’t make me uncomfortable, there is a lot less pressure.”
“That’s right.” As I pulled into the lot, I parked and turned off the car. Then I leaned over and grabbed him, pulling him into a kiss as he giggled. “Because you’re mine and I’m just sharing your hole. Not your wonderful brain or anything else. The rest is not up for grabs.”
His grin was still there but he rolled his eyes again. “You’re the only one I don’t seem to annoy. There’d be nothing to worry about even if I wasn’t crazy about you.”
“All the more Kennedy for me then.” I knew it’d take a while for his self-esteem to get to a healthy level, but I was hoping that meeting more people would help.
He was not the most interesting toy in the box no matter what his friend and some bad dates had made him think.
“Yes. And possibly all the Kennedy for you.” He was trying to make it sound teasing but I saw the nervousness in his face when he looked up at the building that held the BDSM club.
Bound & Controlled had a great reputation for keeping the bad crazy out and letting the fun crazy in. That was probably because one of the owners was nuts himself, but it also gave him great people-reading skills.
If anyone could help us meet the right guys for Kennedy, it would be Conner.
And since Kennedy had already okayed it…I’d given the ridiculous man a heads-up.
“I don’t see it turning out that way because at the very least we’ll have fun talking to Jasper. And no matter what else happens, we can explore one of the private rooms or I could see if the viewing room is open. I think you’d like being spanked and fucked in front of an audience, hmm?” That got a shiver from him and his smile perked up. “And then there are the public scenes I think you’ll enjoy.”
Kennedy forced himself to sit straighter and smile wider. It wasn’t believable at all, but I was hoping it was a sign we were moving in a better direction. “We’re going to have fun.”
As long as he got to see that other men didn’t find him annoying.
“We are.” Giving him one more kiss, I pulled back and pretended to frown at him. “As long as you be yourself and let me worry about the rest. I’m your Dom. That’s my job.”
He was doing his best not to smile, and his worries had disappeared for the moment. “You give yourself a lot of jobs. I’m starting to think you’re making some of them up.”
As he did his best to aim a skeptical look at me, I shrugged and hopped out of the car. He was still doing well as we got into the club and changed into some sexier clothes, but that was the point where his nervousness came back.
“I look alright, don’t I?” Turning in a circle, he studied the harness and pants I’d picked out for him. “The slut part isn’t too…well…slutty?”
I managed not to laugh because he was serious, but it was difficult.
Coming up behind him, I wrapped my arms around him and trailed my fingers over the soft harness. “I like how it looks and I love that it shows off my toy so wonderfully.”
It highlighted his body perfectly and the way the word slut was etched over and over into the harness in sparkly letters made him looked like a wrapped present.
My present.
Kennedy shivered and rocked back against me…but that just made him remember the slender plug I’d put in and he wiggled again. “I can’t think.”
Good.
“Do you need to think?” Pinching his nipples, I gave them a bit of color and flicked the tips as they strained outward, getting a moan from my naughty and still slightly distracted boy. “I know your limits. Thinking definitely isn’t required for talking to Conner. He just wants to know about your fantasies.”
Because most new members and visitors eased their way into things and I’d started off the process for Kennedy by asking about recommendations for who to fuck him.
Conner had questions…not that I blamed him.
“I can do that. He owns a club, so it’s not rude to talk about sex with him.”
I wasn’t sure if Kennedy needed reassurance on that fact or not, but I nodded. “It’d be rude not to. Oh, and it’s perfectly acceptable to notice that he’ll probably be naked. Or somewhat unclothed depending on the day.”
Kennedy frowned but managed to stop fucking himself with the plug long enough to think about what I’d said. “I don’t mind how people dress.”
“I know.” Kissing his cheek, I stepped back and spanked his ass right over the plug, getting a wonderfully dramatic inhale from Kennedy. “I just didn’t want you to be startled and I don’t think I mentioned that part.”
There’d been a lot of other things to talk about.
“It’ll be fine.” Shrugging, Kennedy straightened and settled down into clenching his cheeks to play with the plug. “You’re here, so worst-case scenario, you tell me to stop talking and make it a Dom thing.”
That wasn’t a bad idea actually.
“If you need to pause a conversation or you’re uncomfortable, all you need to do is to take my hand or some body part you can reach and give it two squeezes, okay?” I wasn’t sure what trouble we’d get into to need that, but knowing Kennedy, aliens would invade when we were at the club.
He lit up but then frowned just as quickly. “Oh, nonverbal safewords. Like for the people who have those mouth plug things. The ones that look like they’re in a horror movie.”
Clearly, he didn’t want one of those.
“Yes. Anything like that or it can be used if my dick is in your mouth and I’m using you like a cockwarmer.” And the smile was back. “There are a lot of fun ways I can make it difficult for you to verbally communicate but we still want to be safe.”
I just hadn’t picked any of those to start with because Kennedy hated not being able to talk.
“Oh, okay.” Turning around, he kissed my cheek. “Thank you for making sure I understand that.”
Yep, still didn’t want to have his words restrained.
“You’re welcome.” It was my turn to kiss him and then since he couldn’t think of another reason to dawdle, we headed out into the main room.
Kennedy was all wide eyes and awe as he studied everything he could see and his words were quick to follow. “There are so many people. One of them has to be Mr. Jasper, right? Oh look.”
Luckily for us, though, Kennedy was discreet and fairly quiet as he marveled over everything in the main room that looked a bit like an old school gentleman’s club. “There’s one of the littles you mentioned. Yes, I can see why you’d date one.”
All I could do was shrug as I focused on his last topic, because I liked control and caretaking, which made Kennedy giggle. “Oh, a puppy. Wow. He’s got a tail. I bet that feels good.”
Yep, because he was happily wagging what seemed to be an inside tail.
Kennedy didn’t seem interested in the puppy part of puppy play, but he was definitely giving the tail part of it more consideration.
Until he saw a sub kneeling at his Master’s feet.
“Oh, does that hurt his knees? I hope the floor has enough padding under the carpet.” Kennedy’s mind jumped to the most interesting points. “Why do they have carpet if people are going to orgasm?”
And there was another one.
“I guess they shouldn’t come in this room, though.” Frowning, he looked down at the floor before studying the lounge like he was getting ready to redecorate it or take a test on it. “It’d be like orgasming in the library.”
“I agree.” The voice coming from behind us was just as quiet as Kennedy’s had been but my adorable chatterbox jumped a foot. “Oh, sorry. I’m Conner. I thought you heard me.”
Conner looked apologetic for about five seconds, but it quickly faded as Kennedy’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head and he barely held back an orgasm. “Oops. Plug?”
“Yes. I think we found a new limit.” Sounding exhausted, Kennedy let out a long, deep breath. “I’m not wearing one of these if we do a haunted house. Will you help me remember that, Sir?”
“Deal.” I was the most incredible Dom ever because I managed to say that with a completely straight face.
Conner giggled for the both of us. “You’re very smart. I wouldn’t have thought of that.”
“They also shouldn’t be worn in bounce houses or doing jazzercise.” Kennedy shook his head and took in another deep breath. “That was. Well, I think we might need to try the bounce house one. Do they make those for adults?”
“Yes.” Conner looked very pleased with being able to answer that for Kennedy. “And they’re marvelous naked. But no high heels.”
Sticking out his foot, he showed off one of the tallest heels I’d ever seen anyone walk in. “Just bare feet but those aren’t as much fun.”
“Statistically, at least one person in here has a foot fetish, so they’d probably think bare feet are fun.” Looking down at Conner’s feet and ignoring the rest of his fabulous ensemble, Kennedy frowned. “It’s a separate fetish if someone likes heels and not just feet, right? I think I read that somewhere.”
Research was important.
“I can see why Anson has taken a shine to you.” Conner barely held back a naughty giggle as his eyes sparkled with delight and not just glittery eye shadow. “Let’s go sit down and talk. I’d love to hear more about your size experiment.”
Kennedy smiled, but it was more relief than genuine happiness. I had a feeling he was just glad Conner was being nice to him and he hadn’t messed up meeting someone new. “Sure. It will be nice to talk to someone who won’t get offended by a conversation about penises. Yours is lovely, by the way.”
He knew that because it was showing through the skirt Conner was wearing.
“Thank you.” Looking like they were talking about the weather, Conner laced his arm through Kennedy’s and smiled. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to who isn’t squeamish about things like that.”
Yep, that was my Kennedy.
Not squeamish about penises at all.
He wasn’t quite sure what to do with Conner, though, and gave me a curious look as Conner started leading us over to a quiet corner of the room. But he looked more at ease when I nodded and stayed close to his other side.
Conner usually wasn’t a touch first kind of guy, so I had a feeling it was a test to see how we’d behave…or something close to that.
He didn’t push the limit, though.
Conner simply led us over to a loveseat and then took his position on a chair across from a small coffee table. If he hadn’t been naked, it would’ve looked like we were in a fancy old-fashioned bar, all leather and dark wood. But he was naked, and the see-through skirt and big smile just made it all the more interesting. “Perfect. Now, from what your Master has told me, you’re looking to explore a few scientific fantasies?”
That was a fun way to put it.
Kennedy nodded, but he inched closer to me, pressing himself against my side. “Yes. We’ve got the basics worked out and Anson said he was going to talk to you about the details.”
I thought we’d started out fine but Kennedy’s eyes went wide and he started to panic. “Wait.”
Conner and I both froze as he leaned closer to me and dropped his voice. “Can I call you that here?”
Oh.
“Yes.” Kissing his head, I gave Kennedy my full attention. “People will refer to me as your Dom or Master, but you may use whatever word feels right in the moment.”
Other couples would have higher protocol, but I just wanted Kennedy to be himself.
“Okay, good.” Letting out a nervous breath, his smile was smaller as he looked over at Conner again. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine.” Conner seemed pleased about something but he was trying to downplay it. “I’m glad you touched base with Anson when you had a question.”
Kennedy’s head cocked. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’re right.” Conner didn’t seem to find the question rude or challenging, and he nodded at Kennedy with a relaxed smile on his face. “I was distracted by the bounce house memories. Oh, let me tell you about that.”
And he was off.
Whatever he’d needed to figure out about Kennedy was answered, so he went off on a ridiculously naughty story that had Kennedy in stitches. It gradually morphed into other random tales and then Kennedy chimed in to tell him about how we’d met.
“He was so logical and sexy.” He rocked sideways and bumped into me as I shook my head. “And then he asked me to come sit with him and he was wonderful.”
“I agree. But I already have the best Dom in the world, so yours is safe from me.” Conner’s teasing made Kennedy laugh. “There are some very nice single Doms at the club who’d be good to talk to as far as the scene goes, though.”
In our previous conversations, good for the scene primarily meant single, sane, and not looking to seduce my cutie away from me.
I already had a good list to start with, but Conner had promised to help me narrow it down once he’d met Kennedy.
“I just…I want us to find partners for the scene who won’t find me annoying and who Anson trusts.” Kennedy didn’t seem to realize just how much his statement had said. “We’ll have fun exploring the club no matter what else happens.”
Nodding and kissing his head, I shrugged teasingly. “And there’s also the window room.”
Kennedy’s excited nod got a naughty giggle from Conner and he rubbed his hands together. “Oh, that could be fun. What kind of scene would you do in there?”
The little wiggle Kennedy did without thinking about it gave Conner a clue, and Kennedy blushed as Conner gave him a wicked grin. “Yes, well, we talked about doing something with plugs or toys.”
He made it sound so innocent.
“My naughty boy here has certain areas that are very sensitive.” My helpful comment made Kennedy giggle and turn to hide his face against my shoulder. It definitely wasn’t a no or a safeword, so I kept teasing him. “I’m pretty sure a soft breeze in certain places could make him orgasm.”
His giggle said he thought I was right.
Conner was very Conner, though, and sighed. “Oh, I’m so jealous. He’s really that sensitive?”
“Yes.” Kissing Kennedy’s head, I smiled as he giggled again. “There’s more than scientific curiosity at play.”
“Well, judging by how well he liked the idea of the window room, I’d hope a bit of exhibitionism would be thrown in there as well.” Conner’s tone made it clear he thought that was obvious, and it had Kennedy relaxing against me.
He liked not being seen as weird or having his desires questioned and it came out in how easily he turned back to Conner and his voice went teasing and flirty. “A lot of exhibitionism, but I think you like that too.”
Conner laughed and waggled his eyebrows at Kennedy. “I do. I like so many things, and I’m very lucky to have such a wonderful playground to have fun in.”
“I’ve never thought about having this kind of job.” Kennedy peeked around, seemingly looking at the room again and not the people. “I work in an insurance call center. I like talking to people but this would be so much fun.”
Nodding, Conner looked around the room and radiated a proud type of pleasure. “I met my partner at just the right time. He was looking to build the club and in my boring daytime life I own a construction company. So fate stepped in and pushed us together.”
“Oh, that’s so romantic.” Kennedy sighed like he’d just read the sweetest line in a very dirty book.
Melting into the seat and putting his body on display beautifully, Conner waved his hand in front of his face like it was on fire. “And so sexy you wouldn’t believe. He’s perfect for me and is an incredible Dom.”
Aiming a teasing smile in my direction, Conner fluttered his eyelashes. “Like your Dom here.”
Giggling, Kennedy nodded. “He is.”
“What can I say?” I shrugged and projected smugness. “I’m amazing.”
Kennedy laughed and gave me a kiss as Conner rolled his eyes. “Yes, you are.”
“You two are so adorable it’s sticky sweet.” Sitting straighter, he somehow radiated wicked sex appeal. “So let’s make you dirty.”
“Yay.” Kennedy beamed, wiggling in his seat a bit too much. “Oh.”
The plug.
Conner laughed, rubbing his hands together. “We need another bouncy castle day.”
That would not be safe.
“We have other plans for now.” Safer plans.
How did I always forget what a bad influence Conner was?