Chapter 4
Kennedy
He.
I.
“I think…I think I like Italian?” Yes, that wasn’t a bad choice for our first official date.
Anson smiled, so he must’ve liked the answer…and that must’ve been the question. “Wonderful. There’s a small Italian place that has incredible food. Should we go next weekend or sooner?”
Oh, he was going to make me do calendar math?
While he held my dick steady?
It seemed to be doing its best to float away or explode, so he was wonderfully helpful. It was distracting, though. No one had ever held my dick on a first date before. “I…um…in forty-eight hours? I have to do one day away to think so I don’t agree to anything stupid. I have to ask two questions. Then we can have a date and naked orgasms will be involved.”
I’d completely lost track of who was going to get to come, but I remembered the naked orgasms part.
That was hard to forget.
“Alright.” Anson leaned closer and gave me another soft kiss, barely brushing his lips against mine. “This is Friday night. Saturday night is our twenty-four-hour mark. So as long as you don’t change your mind, we’ll go out for dinner on Sunday.”
Cocking his head, he went back to making slow circles over my dick. “Let’s say an early dinner so we have plenty of time to have fun after we eat.”
Or before we eat.
“I like lunch. Or…or we could do breakfast? People have breakfast dates.” Orgasms were for any time of the day, not just after dinner.
Anson’s lips turned up but it was more wicked than anything I could label as a smile. “Tomorrow evening, if you still want to go out on Sunday, I’ll let you ask very nicely for a breakfast date. But only if you’re very polite and you beg very sweetly.”
I was going to come if he kept saying stuff like that.
“I…I can be polite and I can beg.” Yes. That wouldn’t be a problem. “I…but I think I’m supposed to…I think I’m supposed to ask you what you want? Do you…do you want a dinner date?”
Compromise.
Sharing.
It wasn’t all about me, and no matter what Francis said, I remembered that.
And the smile was back to a smile. “Good boy. Thank you for asking what I wanted too. However, I’m very flexible when it comes to our plans, and I’m thoroughly enjoying fucking with you. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most about our date. It doesn’t have to start at dinner.”
Good.
Wait.
Start?
How long was he going to keep me?
All day?
Longer?
“I…” There was something I was supposed to say. “I like breakfast. I…I like being fucked with. Oh, and…and do I have to wait all day to come or to see you come? Someone was getting naked and having an orgasm. I remember that part.”
Thinking was so hard.
“Oh, you’re so tempting.” Anson confused me sometimes, but I knew the look on his face at the moment. He was feeling very pleased with himself for scrambling my brains. “I promise you won’t have to wait all day as long as you make sure I have your limits list and I’m confident I know just how I can use you.”
He said the sweetest things.
“Yes, I…I’m going to send you my limits list.” As soon as I found a better one online. Hmm. “I…I need to think for a moment, Sir.”
I was sad when his hand moved to my thigh, but seeing how quickly he listened made my whole body tingly.
“Good boy.” Anson waited, watching my face and ignoring everything else around us.
“I have a list but it’s…I don’t think it’s detailed enough. Can you send me one you like?” Mine didn’t even have anything I could classify as my experiment on it.
“Yes, I will send you one tonight. I can text it to you or email you a link. You just need to decide how you want to get it.” Anson paused for another second, studying me. “I’m going to send you a very detailed one. You just need to do your best, and if you don’t know what something means or how to answer it, you can skip that part. We’ll go over any of those in detail before we include them in a scene. Does that make sense?”
Yeah, I’d made the right call.
That was a lot of words to process at once.
“Yes. I answer the ones I can, and if something is confusing, I leave it blank and we’ll talk about it together. Anything I leave blank we won’t do until after we talk about it.” Thinking for that part had been a smart decision. “I think that is a good way to do it because I’ll probably have questions.”
But I was going to answer all the easy ones right off the bat.
Green or red.
Yes or no.
Everything that sounded wonderfully fun was getting checked yes so I could come when we had our date.
“Perfect. When you read over mine, if you have any questions, you can write them down and we’ll go over those together. I want you to understand anything that we might do, so questions are very important.” Anson pressed his lips together for a moment, looking more serious. “Even if you think I’ll be upset or if it’s embarrassing. Do I make myself clear?”
Technically yes.
“Are you sure you want questions even if I think you’ll get upset?” People always got upset. “I want this to work, but what you’re saying and what I’ve had past experience with are very different.”
One side of his mouth curled up. “Yes. Even if you think I’ll get upset. But as long as you’re being honest with me, we’ll be fine. Worst-case scenario and there’s something big that we can’t agree on? Then I introduce you to the right people in the local BDSM community. There is a Dom for you even if that turns out not to be me.”
But I wanted it to be him.
“You’ve got a nice smile and I don’t annoy you. I really don’t want to start over.” I was glad when he chuckled and kissed me again. “Oh, and you’re very sexy and you fuck with me really well. You had my brains completely scrambled.”
And the pleased with himself look was back.
“Thank you.” Leaning in, he kissed right under my ear and chuckled as I shivered. “Part of that is because we’ve been talking for longer than you think.”
“It’s not the talking that’s melting my brain.” My slightly smart-ass comment got another low laugh from him. “It was your hand.”
“You seemed to be enjoying it.” He nibbled on my ear, making a sexy sound when I whined. “You’ve also been a very good boy for me. Do you remember what that meant?”
“My reward.” Whatever it was would be incredible, I just knew it. “What…what do I get?”
Another chuckle sent a shiver through me. “You can ask for anything you want, but I’ll tell you specifically if you ask for something that is outside of my limits.”
“And you can’t get angry about that because we’re still going over limits.” I felt better when he pulled back enough to nod and I could see his face. “I would like…”
There were too many options.
I tried to sort through them all, but I didn’t know where to start.
“Kennedy, what are you thinking?” Anson didn’t look mad when I looked at him, but he did seem concerned at the very least. “You’ve been processing that question for a while.”
Oh.
“Um, there are a lot of options, and I was trying to pick one but I don’t know how to do it.” I hoped he wouldn’t get frustrated with me for being indecisive, but I waited to see what would happen.
“I think that’s a very reasonable reaction.” Anson paused, raising one eyebrow.
He knew I’d been preparing for the worst?
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, so I ignored it. “Thank you.”
He seemed like he was trying not to laugh at me but that was better than yelling. “What we’re going to do, then, is I’m going to give you some options and you’re going to react to them for me.”
Hmm.
“I can react.” I was good at telling people how I felt.
“I had a feeling you could.” His smile was back. “Reward part one is going to be hands coming off the table and you being able to touch the front of my body. Penis included.”
I liked part one.
But I didn’t move yet because it seemed like a Simon Says kind of thing, and I didn’t want to fuck things up when I was so close. “I like that idea. I’m green. Yes, please.”
One of those had to work.
Anson’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh out loud. “I thought you would. Part two isn’t something I’m confident about but that’s why I wanted to make sure you knew you could react. Following?”
“Yes.” This was the fun part. “I like lots of things.”
Just no one ever let me try them.
“Part two is going to be both of us heading home but you call me when you’re in bed and we’ll have phone sex.” Whatever he saw on my face made him grin. “Francis can’t think too badly of that plan.”
“He’ll be fine with it. Yes. Fine.” I wasn’t going to ask, though.
I’d just tell him later.
Asking for forgiveness for doing something reckless was generally a better idea…by that point, he knew I was alive and nothing bad had happened.
“I like that idea.” Clear communication was very important. Oops. He got an opinion too. “Do you like that idea?”
“Yes. I like that idea.” Anson picked up my hands, finally moving one of them to his chest as he shifted me closer so we were almost pressed together. “That’s better. Now I’ll know how your touch feels when I’m jerking off later.”
Oh.
“You’re going to come too? We both get to orgasm? I mean, you’re going to talk and do at the same time?” He was excited to come too? “You’re going to be imagining me doing things to you?”
Anson cocked his head but made a low, soft sound as I started stroking over his chest. “That was a few too many questions at once for me to keep track of them all, but I think the best response is yes, we both get to come and I’m going to imagine you doing a lot of things to me.”
“That’s a really good response.” And he had a very nice chest. “I like touching you.”
Doms liked knowing they were being appreciated, right?
“I like feeling your touch and I’m thoroughly enjoying the way everyone is watching you.” His eyes sparkled but I managed not to stick my tongue out at him. “Not going to react?”
“You’re testing me or teasing me or something.” I wasn’t sure what, though. “I kind of like being watched but I don’t want to look away and miss anything good.”
He was definitely more important than our audience.
“So there might be times that you’d focus more on who was looking at us?” Anson moaned as I found his nipples. “No pinching until we talk about that.”
“Yes, Sir.” Did he not like pain? Was pain something that was private? Was he really sensitive? Did I have to earn that right? “I have questions. Can I ask them later?”
Anson laughed quietly. “Yes. And I’m looking forward to your questions.”
He said that now…but I decided to make sure I got all the touching I wanted done before he got frustrated with me.
So down I went.
Slowly and softly and very romantically.
“What kind of phone sex are we going to have?” Yes, that was a much better conversation and a lot less likely to end up with me in trouble somehow.
“Would you like me to talk about fucking you or would you like to hear about how our scene could go?” Anson’s words were so relaxed and it took me a second to even realize what he was talking about. When I froze and forgot that I was almost at his cock, he chuckled. “Don’t stop now.”
Wonderful.
“Yes, Sir.” That was definitely an order, so I didn’t have to worry. “Either one would be wonderful but…but if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to hear what you think about the scene, please.”
Manners made everything better…hadn’t I seen that online or in a group?
Oh, he was hard.
And was definitely long enough to find my prostate.
Thank goodness.
“Fuck.” Anson’s low growled-out tone made it almost hard to hear what he’d said. “Kisses, Kennedy.”
Oh, another order.
“Yes, Sir.” Kisses and hard cocks and phone sex…I was going to owe Francis an apology for complaining so much.