Chapter 6
Kennedy
“I’ve asked my questions. I haven’t changed my mind. Francis hasn’t had me committed.” He’d said he’d wanted to, though. “It will have been twenty-four hours soon, depending on when we’re counting that as starting.”
It was already late enough in the evening that I was going to count it even if Anson was going to be picky.
He laughed, but he sounded happy, not mean, so I didn’t mind. “You are wonderful but I’m not sure asking me to pick between Indian food or Chinese is a legitimate question this time.”
Bullshit.
I fell into my couch, ready to defend my question-asking ability.
“It’s important for me to know in case you ask me to plan a date.” I liked both and some people didn’t. “And I’ve been going over the limits list but I keep having to look things up online, so that’s taking longer than I thought and I’d rather ask those questions in person.”
Where I could see his face when he answered.
“I think that’s reasonable and we will have our date starting at breakfast tomorrow, but I need to know more about your limits for the time being. I don’t want to do anything to upset you.” Anson’s tone started to give me the impression a but was going to follow, so I cut him off.
“You won’t.”
Oops.
Not polite.
Might have to get a spanking.
“Limits.” Yes, I could give him basic ones that Francis had said to make sure I said right off the bat. “Francis said we had to use condoms until we’re both tested. Then I can ask you to fill me up and mark me.”
What else?
“Oh, you can fuck me right away as long as you let me know what the plan is for that so I can be clean and possibly stretched? I don’t know what you’re picturing on that but I’m open to a variety of options.” There was more…what else had he said?
“Francis said nothing in public that can get me arrested or accidentally end up with me on a list.” That would be bad.
“Light pain because I need to figure out my limits on that but the nipples thing was perfect so far and you could’ve done it harder.” Yes, he needed to know what he’d already done right. “I liked being teased in the bar since you knew the limits there and we wouldn’t get in trouble.”
Knowing the rules was very important.
“I was frustrated at having to keep my hands still, but I think that made it better somehow? I don’t know how to explain that. Oh, but it made me hard and I liked not having to guess what to do.” People expected others to be mind readers entirely too often.
Even Francis did it.
How was I supposed to know when he’d reached his limit of peopling?
There wasn’t some kind of sign on him that would ding like a game at an arcade.
“And I liked finally being able to touch you after you’d been touching me for so long, but I have no idea why I liked that.” I hadn’t been able to figure out what limit that fell under but I was hoping I’d marked that as green. “Does that give you enough to go on?”
Fingers crossed it did because the rest of the stuff that wanted to pop out of my mouth was very random.
“Yes. That gives me plenty to go on.” Anson sounded like a mix of happy and turned on, so as I curled up on the couch, I decided I didn’t have to panic yet. “Let me make sure I understand the limits you’re already comfortable with.”
He paused long enough for me to agree with him but he didn’t make me talk. I appreciated it even if he didn’t realize that I would’ve just keep rambling weirdly. “You’re telling me that we can have penetrative sex with condoms tomorrow. You’re willing to explore mild pain more and you like what I did so far. You liked my being in charge of when you could touch me and how you got to touch me. You also liked that I played with you first and made you wait to do anything else to me.”
He made that all sound so logical and organized.
Good Doms were amazing.
“Yes, please. Yes, thank you. Yes, something.” I wasn’t sure which I should’ve gone with but at least he understood I was agreeing with him.
“Perfect.” He even sounded like I wasn’t being ridiculous. Amazing. “Are there any places you don’t like going for breakfast or any toys you don’t like playing with? Plugs or something of that nature. Can I assume that oral activities are acceptable as well?”
Wow.
He asked good questions.
“Um, I like pancakes and eggs and anything that doesn’t come with my breakfast stacked on a biscuit.” That just wasn’t fun and it never felt like enough food. “Yes, thank you. I like oral. Giving or receiving. I like toys but I haven’t played with anything that hurt. I don’t think I want to hurt myself.”
That just sounded ridiculous, but so did a lot of things I’d seen online.
“I’m not sure why people use plugs, though. That might be because I’m not using them correctly?” They were frustrating and boring…so it might’ve been a user error type of problem.
He made an oh, I’ve got it kind of sound. “I think I can help you answer the plugs questions as long as you don’t mind trying them again so we can figure it out.”
Anson sounded so confident I found myself immediately agreeing. “Yes. They weren’t bad.”
There was no point in not trying them again as long as he wanted to take charge of the situation.
“Great. I’ll figure out some other ways to play with them that I think you’ll like better.” His voice had a very planner tone to it and I was picturing him making notes like I was his grocery list. “Now, please don’t take this the wrong way, but have you ever had penetrative sex with someone? It doesn’t matter either way to me outside of planning purposes and not rushing into something new.”
He sounded truthful about that but I was back to wishing we were having the conversation where I could see him.
Hmm.
“Can we video chat?” How had I forgotten that was a thing? “I would like to see your face.”
“Sure.” Anson’s cheerful tone had muscles relaxing that I hadn’t realized were tense. “That will make you less anxious about my reactions, won’t it?”
“Yes.” No point in lying about something obvious. “Thank you for understanding.”
Maybe it wasn’t obvious and he’d just been paying really good attention to detail?
“I should’ve thought of that sooner.” He paused and I could hear him moving around. “Especially last night.”
Laughing, I nodded but tried to sound coy. “No. I’m not the kind of boy to video chat with a Dom on the first conversation.”
He snorted.
“ Sure .” He chuckled as he finally stopped moving. “Okay, you ready?”
“Yes.” Shifting to sit with my knees up so I could balance the phone, I almost jumped when it started asking me if I wanted the video chat to start. “There you are.”
Anson was laughing as I hit the button and his face came up on the screen. “There you are.”
“I’m here.” And I was very excited for our breakfast date. “This is much better.”
For a variety of reasons but just seeing him made it easier to remember how good it’d felt to be with him.
“I agree.” Anson seemed to be settling back against some kind of a work chair and it reminded me of some kind of businessman and his secretary porn. “Now, don’t think I forgot my question. I can’t tell from your stories if you’ve had penetrative sex or not. There’s no right or wrong answer to this. I just need to understand what you’ve done and what you haven’t.”
“Why?” That was just so weird.
Anson smiled, not offended at all. “New experiences can make people act in unexpected ways. I know you’ve never been spanked but you’re curious about it. So that gives me a range of emotion and reactions that I can expect, but I also know that something might come out of left field.”
Okay, that made more sense.
“If I’m under the impression you’ve done an activity before, then at the very least, I might not know to ask more questions.” Looking patient but not upset, he raised one eyebrow. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” Unexpected reactions could be bad. Like when Francis hadn’t realized how much he hated cilantro. “I’ve had penetrative sex. I like being penetrated, but the people on the other end of the penises weren’t as much fun as I’d have liked.”
Penises were fun, but unfortunately sometimes they came attached to the most disagreeable people.
Anson’s head cocked and his brows pulled together, but after a few seconds, he nodded. “I can understand that problem.”
Good.
That would probably solve half of the issues I’d had with other dates right there.
“We’re going to work on making sure we’re both explaining our issues and emotions when problems come up. I am going to continue to ask you a ridiculous number of questions. I’m going to trust that you’re telling me the truth about liking penetrative sex and work on making sure the man attached to the penis isn’t being a dick as well.” Anson’s own joke made him grin like a goofball. “See what I did?”
“You’re a sexy dork, aren’t you?” I pretended to sigh as he laughed and nodded. “I bet you know Tribble jokes and can tell me Dad ones as well. You’re just so sexy and commanding, I completely missed it.”
That was probably the reason he had so much patience for me, so I wasn’t going to complain.
Everyone knew dorks generally dated the strangest people, so there was a pretty good chance I wasn’t the most annoying person he’d brought home.
“Sexy and commanding, huh?” His smile turned wicked. “I like that description.”
And I liked that the penetrative sex conversation hadn’t gotten completely out of hand.
“It’s very accurate.” He was very attractive but he was also funny and liked taking control. “I appreciate those qualities and I’m hoping to see a lot more of them tomorrow.”
The sexy part and the commanding part.
Anson’s wicked grin was back. “I think I can make sure of that, but what happens if you don’t like something or you want us to pause a conversation or an activity?”
I knew that one.
“I safeword and we talk about what the problem is.” Even if it was something I thought was ridiculous. “You need to be able to trust me, so I’m not allowed to hide what I’m thinking.”
He might come to regret teaching me to share what was on my mind, but it was his rule, so he couldn’t complain about me following it.
“Just remember, if you’re a good boy and follow the rule, then I can have more fun with you.” He shrugged when I sighed. “More honesty, more naughty sex. That means we get to play around with your penis experiment sooner.”
Really?
“Francis said you might be being polite about that and won’t really do it. He said that a lot of people don’t like sharing in that way. You know, since it’s not like one of those open-relationship things?” I wasn’t sure I understood all the differences but that was probably because everyone explained it differently. “I told him that you thought honesty was important and you weren’t stringing me along talking about it without actually being willing to plan it out.”
Francis hadn’t believed me.
“But I also told him that you were very clear about the fact that we had to work out boundaries and we had to plan it out carefully. Just because we like the idea of something doesn’t mean we can make it work. We’ll both have different limits about scenes like that.” At least, that was what I thought Anson had said at the bar.
I’d been sober but the conversation had wandered a bit and he’d made me very hard…all of those things made remembering specifics difficult.
“I will not be polite just to keep you from feeling awkward or to put an activity off.” Anson looked serious enough as he said it that I believed him.
I just wished Francis could see his face too.
“I was honest when I explained that controlling you was my favorite part. I’m not going to get jealous over you being fucked as long as I’m in charge of it, but we’ll have some words if you let another Dom give you rules.” He looked so stern I wasn’t sure if I could tell him how sexy he looked or not. “Even simple ones. That is where I will draw the line.”
Because he wanted to keep me.
“Yes, Sir.” Nodding, I reached down to squeeze my erection and try to make it more comfortable. “I promise not to do that. You get to make the rules.”
“Like asking to play with yourself when we’re talking.” Anson gave me an expectant frown and shook his head. “Hands off.”
How had he known?
“I wasn’t playing with it.” Not exactly. “It’s squished and I’m hard.”
It was his fault.
“You will ask for permission to touch your penis when we’re talking in person, on the phone, or in some kind of video chat.” He paused, probably to make sure I was listening and not tugging on my dick.
So I stopped tugging on my dick.
“Is that a rule you’re going to agree to or do we need to have a conversation about it?” Anson’s question made me remember the safeword thing again.
“I understand I have to agree to the rules and I’m not going to safeword. That’s a fairly common rule according to Francis and the internet.” I hated it when he was right.
“It could be worse.” Anson’s devilish grin made me shiver. “It will get worse, but we won’t rush into that.”
His ownership…his ownership would get worse.
Yay.
“Yes, Sir.”
Having a Dom was going to be amazing.
“Now, let’s talk more about what you’ve done.”
Ugh.
Having a Dom was going to be a pain in the butt.