Chapter 12 August #3
“But…” Oliver begins. Then he stops himself. “No, wait. I do have the power, don’t I? Because I’m the little treat. That’s what Tallis drilled into me.”
“The one and only little treat,” I say with a wink.
“So, if you did decide you’d like to date us, we would want you to understand that the more we get to know you, the more gravitas you’d have in the relationship.
We’d never want you to feel like an outsider or like you couldn’t work toward being as important in mine and Tallis’s lives as we are in each other’s. ”
Oliver rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Yeah, maybe in fifteen years.” I frown.
Before I can challenge him, though, he continues.
“Sorry, that was flippant. I, um, hear what you’re saying.
Thank you. I felt like that last weekend, if I’m honest. I’d expected to be on the outside looking in, given the arrangement.
But you and Tallis…” This time, it’s him who squeezes my hand as he beams at me.
“I’ve never felt so welcomed anywhere in my life.
It was as if I’d always been there. I don’t know if that was just the kinky bubble or… ”
“No,” I assure him fondly. “Tallis and I felt like that, too.”
He preens shyly. “Wow. Thank you. Well, if dating you would be like that all the time…I think that could work.”
For a moment, we simply share a lingering look, something electric crackling between us.
I’m the first to clear my throat and resume the conversation.
“Amazing, baby boy. That makes me so happy to hear. However, Tallis and I did discuss how we would still be up for the three of us doing group scenes and going to parties together to play with others. We still like exhibitionism. Is that something you might consider?”
“Oh,” he says softly. I love seeing how he squirms in his seat. “Well, I really, really loved being watched by my Daddy and my Master,” he whispers breathlessly over the music. His eyes shine with intensity. “So that means you’d want to…?”
A wolfish grin spreads across my face at his enthusiasm.
“You liked watching the Master fuck your Daddy, didn’t you?
” He nods, a beautiful blush spreading over his cheeks.
“It would be like that. Perhaps we’d want to see you kissing another sweet sub.
Or getting fucked by another hot Daddy for our viewing pleasure. How does that sound?”
He takes a few breaths, then nods, glancing briefly away in adorable embarrassment.
“That sounds…wow. Hot. Fucking hot. But also, like, a lot. I don’t know, Daddy.
I’d have to think it through to make sure and maybe try it out somewhere low stakes, like I did with the wax.
” He leans closer to me. “Think it through with my brain, not my dick, I mean.”
I burst out laughing, loving how he grins back at me. “Of course, baby boy. There’s no pressure. But now you can see the shape of what we’re thinking, I hope? So you can consider everything thoroughly.”
“About if I want to date a married couple and how exactly that could manifest,” he says more to himself than me, nodding thoughtfully as he looks around the bar. “Yeah, that really helps. Thank you.”
“Of course,” I assure him. “We can take it slowly, if that helps? We don’t have to rush into using any labels or committing to anything right away. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
He glances back my way, biting his lip and smiling.
“Well, I’d definitely love to try some more kink,” he admits, his cheeks reddening even more.
“And maybe dates in town as well as domestic stuff. But I’ll understand if you get bored of me after a while.
I’ll keep my expectations low. Because this would be so much more than I ever imagined I’d get, so I’ll still be lucky. ”
I purse my lips and shake my head. “You should set your expectations high, baby boy. You deserve that. But if you’re on board, that’s all I really care about right now.
I’m sure Tallis and I will help you to see the truth soon enough.
” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Now, can I give you the presents I bought you? Then we can eat some of this food before it starts getting cold.”
I’m grateful it was served on nuclear hot plates. Otherwise, it would be inedible by now. They must be used to people getting distracted, so have worked out how to preserve the heat as long as possible.
“You bought me presents?” Oliver asks, making me chuckle.
“Yeah,” I say, reaching for my messenger bag.
“That was my first hint that I was in hard-core denial about not seeing you again. They’re only small things,” I warn him before he gets his hopes up.
I would have bought him the damn moon if I could, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself or freak him out.
Oliver shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter what they are. The fact that you got me anything is awesome enough. Thank you.”
How can he not see how lovely he is? Tallis and I are going to have some work to do, that’s for sure.
I place the two boxes in front of his empty plate. “You’re welcome, baby boy. Which one do you want to open first?” I tap them both. “This one’s naughty and this one’s nice.”
I grin, and he laughs. After a moment of consideration, he reaches for the naughty one and opens the box carefully, sensibly shielding it in case anyone’s looking. Again, not that people would probably mind in this place. I just want to enjoy the moment with a little privacy.
“Ohh,” he says with a gasp when he works out that it’s a blue butt plug with the words ‘little treat’ embossed on the flared bottom. I wanted to get teal to match his eyes, but I couldn’t manage both the color and the personalization in such a short amount of time.
Next time, maybe.
“Daddy, that is naughty.” He sounds delightfully scandalized by it, which just makes me grin harder.
“I know, baby boy. But I liked the idea of you wearing it when we’re not around, so you can feel us inside you still. Or maybe putting it in when you come to see us if we want you ready to go the moment we get you home.”
He hums and vibrates next to me, suggesting he’s as excited about my ideas as I hoped he’d be. “So naughty,” he hisses as he puts the plug back in its box. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Would you like your nice present now?” I ask, marveling as nerves sweep through me. I’m not as sure about this gift as when I bought it. Rather ridiculously, I’ve suddenly convinced myself that if he hates it, he’s going to back out and I’m going to ruin the relationship before it’s even begun.
“If that’s okay, Daddy,” he says sweetly. “I’d love to open that one as well.”
So I nod and watch on anxiously as he opens the second, smaller box.
Inside is a leather bangle mounted on a velvet circle.
The bracelet has a few charms on it including a birthday present box, a candle with a tiny flame, and a shopping bag with a red heart gem affixed to it.
I point at a little fishy one. “That was the closest I could get to sushi, I’m afraid.
And this is supposed to represent vanilla,” I add, tapping the ice cream cone and laughing. “Which you aren’t any more.”
“It’s our weekend,” he says in disbelief.
I nod, warmth spreading across my chest. “I wasn’t sure if it would be your style, so you don’t have to wear it if—”
“Are you kidding?” he says with a slightly hysterical laugh, already pulling the bangle out of the box and fiddling with the clasp. “I fucking love it.”
He scowls as it refuses to unhook for him. But my heart has just exploded with happiness, and the only thing that would make this moment more perfect is the opportunity to Daddy him.
“Here, let me help you,” I murmur.
It feels dainty in my thick fingers, but I use my nail to get it open and wrap it carefully around his wrist. He watches as I secure it there before touching the charms one by one, loving how they feel against his warm skin.
“I love it, Daddy,” he says again reverently. “Thank you.”
“There’s space to add a lot more charms,” I point out. “Maybe I could get you some more in the future.”
I expect him to hesitate. To question whether or not we even have a future. But he just continues to stare at the bangle, turning his arm this way and that to look from all sides. “I’d like that a lot,” he says, looking back up at me with a dazzling smile.
This boy. I’m going to show him how extraordinary he is if it kills me.
As he lets me handfeed him some fries, my mind starts to whirr, throwing back and forth some ideas for one of those big gestures Tallis is so fond of. There’s nothing quite like a humungous song and dance to convince a person they are truly cherished.
I’m sure my husband will want to brainstorm with me and probably take over, because that’s the kind of glorious asshole he is. But I’m pretty sure I’ve already got the bones of something really exciting.
If Oliver Carver needs us to figuratively stand outside his house with a boom box until he believes that we’re crazy about him, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
Although I suspect what I have in mind is going to involve a hell of a lot more lube.