Chapter 8
Kennedy
“Eggs, yes or no?” Anson was studying the menu while quizzing me and making mental notes like he’d have to take a test later.
“Yes. All kinds except raw ones.” That had him looking up at me and frowning, obviously confused. “The cooking videos online sometimes have eggs that don’t look cooked. They’re…very leaky?”
That was a no.
“That can’t be safe food handling.” Looking concerned, he shook his head. “I agree. All eggs have to be cooked safely. Do you have an opinion on runny yolks or not?”
“No.” Clearly, I wasn’t the pickiest eater he’d ever run into. “I don’t have a strong opinion on it.”
Anson looked like he was updating his mental list but didn’t let it distract him from his plans. “Bacon or sausage?”
“Bacon trumps sausage but they’re both good.” Anson smirked, nodding along with me. “Pork tops turkey for sausage.”
“That was my next question. Very good.” After running through my omelet preferences, he leaned back in the booth, looking very pleased with himself or the situation. “That was very productive.”
And kind of cute, but I wasn’t sure if I should call him that if I wanted to come again later.
“Are we ready to order?” Anson had made sure I got my orange juice when we’d first sat down, but he’d been dead set on getting my food preferences figured out before we’d done anything else.
But that might’ve been because I’d gotten stuck on what to order first…he’d been really patient for the first five minutes, but then he’d said we had to handle the situation differently.
“Yes, I’m ready to order for us.” Anson chuckled when I shrugged at his subtle acknowledgement that I couldn’t be trusted with making that kind of decision quickly.
In my defense, though, it was a new to me restaurant, so that made everything more complicated.
“Perfect.” Excited to see what I was going to get, I finished off my juice before sighing. He’d said I could only have one because the glasses were huge. He wasn’t wrong but I didn’t like that he was right. “Do you know what you’re going to have?”
I was kind of worried that we’d have to do the what do you like song and dance from the other direction, so I was glad when he nodded. I could’ve done it but asking that many questions and making decisions for someone else sounded worse than making decisions for myself.
“Yes. I have it all worked out.” His confidence was amazing but I was hoping it wasn’t misplaced when the waiter came back over.
It wasn’t.
He had a plan…and it was really good.
Delicious and practical.
We were going to split a big omelet and the fried potatoes it came with. Then I got pancakes and he got French toast.
Anson thanked the waiter as he left and turned back to me. “Alright, do you have any guesses for what we’re going to do today?”
“No. My brain is still marveling at how easily you made that decision.” Having a Dom was going to come in handy even when we weren’t doing sex stuff. “I read that… people like you enjoy making decisions and can do it easily, but I’ve never seen it in real life.”
Anson’s smirk was sexy and made me want to roll my eyes at the same time. “So all I have to do to impress you is ask questions and then order for you? That makes my role in this relationship a lot easier than you seem to think.”
It was hard…not easy.
“Yes. This made me very happy.” I hadn’t even needed to ask him for help. He’d just been patient and stepped in to fix shit before I’d gotten overwhelmed. “I’m very impressed so far.”
And I was starting to wish I’d met him a lot earlier in my dating history.
Anson smiled but it wasn’t his sexy, teasing one. “I’m glad I’m making you happy but I’m a little upset that it’s this easy to make you happy. Bad dates, huh?”
“Yes.” And bad decisions and bad relationships too. “But that is turning around.”
Even if we didn’t work out, he was proof that there were real humans who could make good impressions on dates.
I just hadn’t found them before.
“Good.” Looking brighter, he leaned back in the booth and stretched his foot out so his leg rubbed against mine. “Okay, more questions for you. Art, history, or games?”
Oh.
“Um, history over art. Games equal to history depending on the activity. Games over art unless I can touch things.” Keeping my hands to myself was hard. What else? “Oh, doing history over reading history. Loud games over something quiet and thoughtful. And I don’t have the personality for Monopoly. I’m just saying it’s a bad idea.”
How people played that without killing each other, I had no idea.
Trying not to laugh, Anson pressed his lips together and nodded. “Okay. Movie or TV show?”
“Ugh. That’s too hard. It depends. Funny means short, so TV show. Sci-fi or fantasy means movie. TV shows just can’t do it right on a budget. Romance is books. Watching people pretend to fall in love is weird.” Very weird. Most actors didn’t seem to like each other enough to make that believable.
“How can you have all those opinions and still couldn’t figure out what you wanted for breakfast?” Anson’s grin made me shrug. “When I even made you extra hungry.”
He had.
He’d done that very well.
“I like being extra hungry.” He hadn’t even made me figure out what to do with my hands.
Touch his head?
Pet his hair?
Hold him more firmly?
Not touch him at all?
“I’m glad but you realize I’m going to have questions at some point, right?” He laughed when I shrugged again. “Yep, that’s what I thought you would do.”
“Decisions are hard.” There were just so many to make. “And then I might get it wrong.”
Yes, sometimes it wasn’t worth it to decide anything.
“I can understand that.” Anson said he understood but he made decisions very confidently. “Are there any decisions you like making?”
“Oh, that’s a good question.” He just kept asking them. “Um, I don’t know? But I’ll think about it?”
He didn’t seem to mind my blank brain and chuckled. “You need food before I make you think too much more.”
Oh yes.
“We got…” Had to be careful or Francis would get pissed at me. “We got lots of exercise this morning.”
Yes. That was a good way to say it.
Anson liked it too because he laughed…the happy eyes, sparkling kind. “I agree. But you need to let me know if any of our exercise was something you don’t want to do again going forward or if we need to change something.”
He liked knowing what I was thinking.
“Would it upset you if there wasn’t anything we needed to change?” Some people were hard to please. I didn’t think Anson would be like that, but I was glad when he shook his head. “I liked what happened and how it turned out.”
Pressing his lips together, he managed not to laugh. “Okay, new topic so we don’t get in trouble.”
Thank goodness.
“Francis will be incredibly upset if I get arrested or we get thrown out of here.” He was one of those hard to please people too sometimes. “He said he wouldn’t let me tell him about our date if I got in trouble.”
Anson’s face puckered up and he frowned. “That’s drastic.”
“I know.” Shaking my head, I reached for my water. Juice wasn’t magically going to appear, so I gave up hoping. “He’d do it too. He’s very stubborn.”
“Well.” Anson looked like he was plotting as his smile came back. “We’re just going to have to do a lot today to make sure you have plenty to tell him about.”
Oh, that was devious.
Having a Dom was more interesting than I’d expected.
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“No, I’m going to have so much to tell him about.” Francis was going to love it. “He thought we’d just go to the movies or walk around the park or something, then go have sex.”
Anson laughed as we walked into the house. “He’s not going to believe you.”
“Jamestown was so much better than going to the movies.” I had to sit still there. “I’m going to have to take him back there. I don’t think he’s been either.”
Oops.
“Oh.” Somehow the floor decided it didn’t like me, but Anson caught me before I fell. “Is it okay if I take him there? Is it just an us thing?”
Kissing my head, he let me go once I was steady. “You can take him there if you’d like. It’s not someplace that’s private to me, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Great.” Giving him a quick peck, I took his hand and tugged him into the living room. “Moving dates are so much better than sitting still dates.”
Dates always had sooo much sitting.
“Well, this date involved moving and reading and talking and eating.” Anson looked very pleased with himself when I nodded. “So you have a full report of nonsexual things to tell Francis about too. Just in case you want to leave out the bits that will make him uncomfortable.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Pushing Anson down onto the couch, I climbed on his lap, straddling his legs. “I like it when he squirms. I’m not trying to date him, so making him happy all the time isn’t my goal. He needs me to push his buttons so he talks and does stuff. Ranting is stuff, so it counts.”
“I agree. Ranting counts.” Grinning, Anson wrapped his arms around me. “But is there anything you’d like to tell me about our current situation?”
“No. This was as far as I got, so now it’s your turn.” He liked making decisions, so I wasn’t worried about it. He done it all day long, making one after the other, and he still didn’t seem tired of it. “Aren’t you proud of me for deciding something?”
“Yes. But I don’t have a problem making decisions.” He gave me a quick kiss and settled back on the couch, running his hand over my head. “You want cuddles, huh?”
Nodding, I wiggled. “And something else? Cuddles and a movie, maybe? You said you didn’t have to go yet and that you weren’t tired of me.”
He didn’t find me exhausting at all.
He hadn’t yawned or told me his battery was low.
“I’m not tired of you.” He gave me a wicked grin and a quick kiss. “And at the very least, I still have to fuck you.”
Giggling, I nodded. “You haven’t changed your mind?”
I’d never had a date that went on all day long and even Francis didn’t do this much with me. “It’s okay if you need a break.”
Anson frowned. “From you?”
“Yes.” It happened. “It just seems like I need to remind you that safewording is for Doms and it’s alright to need a break. The man in the online group I found said so.”
Shaking his head, Anson squeezed me tighter. “No. I don’t need a break. I don’t need the date to be over. And I still have big plans for getting my dick in your sexy ass.”
Really?
I wiggled the ass in question. “It approves of that plan.”
Enthusiastically.
Anson gave it a pop and laughed as the surprise it gave me flashed over my face. “It’s a needy little thing, isn’t it?”
And now it was curious.
“Do that again.” Hmm. “Please?”
Rolling his eyes, Anson scoffed. “Good save.”
Hmm…climbing on his lap was fine but demanding spanks was not. Good to know. “Thank you.”
No. That wasn’t right.
Taking the looking-cute instructions I’d been given, I kissed his cheek and made my eyes wider. “You made me curious, Master. I liked that.”
Oh, the littles were smart.
I hadn’t meant to join the group. I’d just gotten overexcited with my clicking but they were nice and liked giving advice to new subs.
He glared at me and one eyebrow went up. “You do that too well.”
Because I practiced in front of the mirror.
They’d said it was an important skill to master and they’d clearly been right.
But still, a distraction was in order, so I rocked my hips and rubbed over his erection. “I’ve been thinking about how our day started.”
He managed not to smile but he had to press his lips together to do it. “I was too. You were a very good boy.”
“You were very good too. You made me come so fast.” It’d been magic. “But I’m going to last longer next time. You can’t do that to me every time.”
“Hmm. You think?” One hand started rubbing over my ass and his expression shifted somehow and he looked serious and sexy. “I’m pretty sure I can make you come fast no matter what we’re doing.”
Oh, I had a feeling I was going to like this game.
“I don’t know.” I was pretty sure my role was to look skeptical to make sure he’d have to show me, so I shrugged and sighed. “Just because you did it once doesn’t mean you can do it again.”
Yep, I was brilliant sometimes.
Both hands tightened on my ass and he rocked me against his body, making sure I knew who was in charge. “Then let’s find out.”
Yay!