Chapter 5
Anson
I’d thought letting him walk away at the bar had been hard but that was nothing compared to waiting for him to call.
Where had all my patience wandered off to?
I wasn’t at the pacing through the house territory yet but I was making circles around my bedroom. I’d be eyeing work as a distraction soon if I wasn’t careful, and that wouldn’t put me in the mood at all.
Chimes went off.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, but I managed not to drop the phone.
“You have to calm down. Anxiety isn’t sexy in a Dom.” Well, Kennedy seemed to see things differently, so I probably shouldn’t lump him in with everyone else.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly as I swiped my finger across the screen.
I’ve never done this before. Phone sex. Not texting or calling a guy. But that hasn’t always worked out either. So if you would please respond back that you still want me to call…me and my anxiety would appreciate it.
Chuckling, I shook my head and smiled as I responded.
My anxiety would appreciate not having to wait so long. He thought you’d changed your mind and I’d pushed you too far at the bar.
Unfortunately, a lot of people started second-guessing as they left a scene.
I hadn’t thought that would be Kennedy. He seemed solid and we’d talked for a while even after the most overt touching had stopped, but being alone could fuck with someone’s head.
My anxiety hadn’t thought about yours. He’s very sorry about that and will use it as a push not to worry dawdle next time.
He was adorable.
Just remind him that I won’t tell you to do something that I don’t like. If I give you an option as a reward, you can be 100% sure that I’m comfortable doing it.
Hmm.
And in this case, I’m more than comfortable.
Yes, that was better.
And I got a laughing emoji and some kind of little naughty face with horns.
I wasn’t sure if I was the devil or he was, but either way I thought it said our night was moving in the right direction.
Do you still want to call? Remember, safewords should be used in any situation.
Kennedy didn’t make me wait long for a reply.
I’m calling. I’m naked and in bed and ready.
And five seconds later…
I don’t think that came out sexy but it was in my head. Tone of voice must play into that a lot.
Thankfully, I’d stopped laughing by the time my phone rang.
“Sir? Hello? Oh, um, yes. Sir is probably still correct?” Mumbling something to himself that sounded like words being too hard when he was hard, Kennedy sighed. “I think this is where you’re supposed to take over so I don’t embarrass myself.”
I managed not to laugh but that was mostly because I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. It was funny and sexy as fuck, but he might not see it that way.
“I like taking charge.” Letting my voice go deep, I smiled as I heard him suck in a breath. “And I like it when you call me Sir.”
There was a shiver in his voice as he let out the air slowly. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Oh, such good manners. It sounds like my boy is ready for another reward.” Just that amount of teasing seemed to be enough to chase his worries away.
“I…I was very good and I left my hands on the table.” I could almost hear Kennedy’s brain scrambling to figure out what else he’d done right. “I answered your questions and I didn’t touch you until I had permission. I didn’t even come at the table.”
Since by his tone he seemed to think that was extra impressive, I made a low, approving hum. “You did a very good job not orgasming and leaving your hands on the table. You let me relax and just enjoy my time playing with you.”
Something had him going quiet, but he only made me wait for a few moments before his shocked tone had my eyebrows going up. “ I was relaxing ?”
That was what had shocked him?
Taking it in stride because it probably shouldn’t have been surprising, I tried to let him hear the honesty and happiness in my voice. “It was. I got to have a nice discussion with someone fun. I got to enjoy playing with a nice, hard cock. And I got to thoroughly enjoy showing off how sexy you were to everyone watching us.”
“That…that does sound nice.” His response made me wonder how he’d seen it, but I wasn’t sure there was a good way to ask that. “I’m glad you had fun.”
The fact that we were talking about his cock and showing him off in public didn’t seem to faze Kennedy, which made me a bit more confident about his penis experiment.
“I did and I’m going to have fun listening to you come tonight, but do you know another way I’m going to have fun with you?” I wasn’t sure if his brain would get distracted by something else we’d talked about but I shouldn’t have worried.
He sighed and sounded like he’d melted into the bed. “My scene. The penis experiment.”
Yep.
“That’s right.” There still wasn’t anything stressful in his voice, so I eased into the fantasy as I moved over to my bed. “What do you think is sexier, being blindfolded or just not being able to see what’s going on below your neck?”
“Oh…”
As Kennedy’s brain started to work on the question, I kept teasing him as I sat down and gave my hard-on a squeeze. “I think I’d like to have you staring up at me, not knowing who’s going to touch you or how big the cock is that’s going to slide into you.”
The way he sucked in an excited breath made me smile and I shifted to barely stroking myself over my pants. “Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Then I could see you.”
“That’s right.” Since that seemed to be important, I made a soft thinking sound. “I could kiss you as a small cock slid into you. I could rub your chest and nibble on your ear as a big one rubbed past your prostate. I’d see every reaction.”
Kennedy drew in a slightly ragged breath. “And…and you want me to come, right? That’s…that’s the plan.”
“As many times as you can, yes.” I wasn’t sure how practical that was, though. “Have you ever had a dry orgasm? We’ll have to see how long you can hold out and how many times you can come.”
Yes, more conversations were going to be necessary.
But for the time being, I steered us in a less practical trajectory as he moaned and made my ache even worse. “I think we’ll start out with a small cock that will just nail your prostate and then we’ll work up to longer and thicker ones. Maybe I’ll find a shorter one that’s very thick so you can feel the difference? That could be fun.”
And I knew a club that had a variety of men who could be talked into a scene like that.
“I…I like fun.” Kennedy’s distracted, breathy answer said he was already enjoying himself.
“What did you like better? Are you jerking off to thinking about a short, fat one or a longer, thinner one? Or is it just the idea of being used and having so many cocks inside of you that’s making you so excited?” His moan said I’d hit right on the mark with that one.
“I think…I’m probably…”
Worrying.
He was probably worrying.
“Are you jerking yourself off or fucking your hole?” If he couldn’t confess what he liked about the scene yet, we’d come at it another way.
“Both. I’m both.” He seemed to think there were more words in his sentences than there actually were. “Yes. Thank you.”
Leaning back against the pillows, I shoved down the sweats I’d changed into and wrapped my hand loosely around my dick. “I can’t wait to have you spread open and ready to be used. You’ll be doing your cock experiment, but I’m going to be in charge of how they fuck you.”
His needy sounds said I was on the right track, so I tightened my fist and took the fantasy deeper. “Fuck your hole faster. Feel them thrusting into you.”
Kennedy moaned and the sound made me picture him shaking as he fucked himself faster. “I…they’re…”
“They’re hard and so excited to see your sexy hole.” Trying to sound teasing and make him understand how erotic I found it, I didn’t hide what the fantasy was doing to me…letting him hear how turned on I was. “He’s got a short, thick cock, but it’s stretching you so good, isn’t it?”
Kennedy’s fingers hadn’t seemed overly long to me, so I had a feeling that would mirror his own movements…and it’d make the real experience with the cock I was describing even more erotic for him.
“He’s nailing your prostate with every thrust and he’s going so fast. And just seeing how he’s making your cock swing and jerk is turning him on even more.” Imagining the scene was making my dick leak precum, but I tried to decide what Kennedy would find erotic.
“He grunts every time you clench around him and he loves the sounds you’re making as he nails your button.” Kennedy was probably on the right track with his logic, as long as that was his preference for penetration.
“He…he likes watching my cock?” Kennedy’s question left me with questions, but I knew the answer right away.
“He loves it and he loves seeing it bounce around, so it’s making him fuck you even harder.” Something about that had Kennedy sounding like his orgasm was right around the corner. “And I love the sounds he’s getting from you and watching your cock jump and beg for attention.”
And we were almost there.
“I can see precum beading at the tip and his big fingers are digging into your thighs.” Oh, he liked that. “It’s too tempting. My hand is around your cock, and I can feel him fucking you…and you’re making the sexiest and most desperate sounds.”
Just like he was at that moment…and like he’d made in the bar.
“I…you’ll…” Kennedy was trying to get something out but it wasn’t working. “Please…”
Please what?
We were going to have to work on him giving me more context clues at the very least.
What had I done at the table?
“Every time he thrusts into you, I’m going to jerk you off and just as you’re ready to come, I’m going to pinch your nipples.” Bingo. His needy gasps said I was right on target. “You’re getting cum all over my hand and the way you’re crying out is making me so hard. I might have to fuck you next. Maybe I’ll mark you with my cum? Hmm, cover your chest in my cum before I let anyone else try out your needy hole?”
The way Kennedy wailed out his orgasm said the idea was hot at the very least.
We’d see what happened in the real-world planning, but nothing in his reactions said he was changing his mind.
“You…” Taking in a shaky breath, Kennedy let it out slowly and sounded exhausted. “You want to come on me?”
“Yes, but it’s not a deal-breaker, so we can talk about what you think.” I’d seen some people have interesting, well thought out limits on that. “We just need to find a way to make sure you know you’re mine, no matter whose cock is inside you.”
Judging by the romantic-sounding sigh that got me, he didn’t mind the sentiment. “I…I like the idea of being marked with your cum, but…but we could find other ways to show I belonged to you too.”
Other ways?
He was imagining something specific but wasn’t ready to spell it out yet.
“Oh yes, there are so many ways.” Tightening my grip on my dick, I let my imagination roam. “Collars and cuffs. Physical marks. Cum on you, like we said. I could have you plugged between sessions and remove it when it was time for you to be fucked again.”
“You…” Kennedy was cautious for a moment but he got bolder quickly. “You’re still playing with yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I was too focused on hearing all your moans to come, but you’ve got my dick slick with precum.” His quiet moan said he liked that, so I didn’t hold back. “And just thinking about all the different things I want to do with you and how I want to control you is making me even harder.”
His dramatic inhale made me smile and had me remembering what he’d said earlier in the night. “I’m still trying to decide how often I’m going to make you text me every day.”
Every sound he made had me getting closer to the edge, but when he opened up and let me peek inside his fascinating brain, that was what really did it for me. “You said you wanted to control me, Sir.”
“There are so many ways I can control you, pet.” With my hand going faster, I was scrambling to keep my thoughts in line. “Little ones like making you text me when you wake up. Maybe embarrassing ones like you have to text me every time you go to the bathroom. You might have to ask for caffeine or water. I’ll always tell you yes for the water but you’ll still have to ask.”
His squeak made me smile even though my orgasm was barreling down on me. “ Master .”
Oh, he’d liked something.
“I’ll pick out your underwear and maybe your clothes.” There were so many fun things I could control. “Eventually, I might decide that I’m the only one who can wash you.”
The implications of living together at that point hadn’t been too vague based on his excited breath. “You’d be all mine, pet.”
His happy sigh was too much for me and my cock throbbed. I came, imagining his happy smile at hearing I wanted to own him completely.
Neither of us was logical enough, but we had a lot in common and great orgasms, so I wasn’t going to worry about it.