Chapter 10
Kennedy
I wasn’t sure I completely believed he’d still want to do scenes with me if the first one went badly, but I believed he wanted to believe it.
That was just as nice, though.
“There are lots of fantasies.” I sure had plenty, so he probably did too.
“But first, we need to get you cleaned up.” Giving me a quick kiss, Anson’s hands caressed low down my back and stroked over my cheeks. “And you need to tell me how you feel.”
“About my ass or my feelings? My emotion feelings.” He seemed to think both were important, but I wanted to make sure I understood the question.
“Both.” His answer made me glad I was right. “And I would love to hear anything you’re thinking or feeling about your spanking in general…or the scene…the words or even if you didn’t feel steady on the couch. It’s all important.”
He wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met.
“Well.” Hmm. When would talking become oversharing? “My ass feels very nice, warm and achy, but that’s what the internet said would happen.”
No surprises there, thank goodness.
“Um. Let’s see.” Sorting through thoughts was hard. “My feelings are good too. Almost like a content cat but I don’t have any desire to randomly scratch you or get pissed off.”
Francis’s cat didn’t like me at all. He seemed convinced that Mr. Fluffy didn’t like anyone, but I thought that might be because he had such a stupid name.
Anson chuckled. “You seem to be more of the dog type to me. A beagle. I had one of those as a kid and I think I can see the resemblance.”
Well, at least he wasn’t trying to say I reminded him of one of those talking birds who liked pissing people off?
That hadn’t been a flattering comparison.
Giving me another kiss, Anson squeezed my ass and grinned as I moaned. “He was my best friend.”
Okay, that seemed to be even better than I’d thought.
“I’m very loyal.” Yes. I could see it. “And cheerful.”
Chuckling, Anson nodded. “And adorable.”
As I rolled my eyes, he leaned in and nibbled on my nipple, sending sparks through me again. “Naughty boy.”
Oh wow.
“You’re…you’re confusing my dick.” He was very sure we should be done for a while but Master wasn’t making that clear enough.
“I don’t need him to come out to play yet.” His fingers spread wider and barely caressed around the outside of my hole. “There are other parts I’m going to play with first, so he can relax for a bit.”
Dry orgasms.
He’d asked about dry orgasms.
“If he…” His fingers were so distracting. “If he stayed soft, would…would I still come?”
I liked orgasming.
“Technically, you don’t need an erection to have an orgasm.” Master’s tone was very matter-of-fact, but his finger was making circles around me and sending crazy sensations through me. “You’re very sensitive, so there are a lot of ways I could make you come.”
Somehow that sounded scary but my dick didn’t understand that. He was trying to get attention again but he was still too exhausted to make it work. So I did the next best thing and pushed back just enough to get Master’s finger inside me.
Yes, that was very good.
Ugh.
He made a tsking sound and eased his finger out. “Naughty boy. I need to take care of you first.”
That sounded frustrating.
“No pouting.” He grinned, not looking apologetic at all. “Talking. Cuddling. Caretaking. Then fucking.”
“Are you sure?” Somehow he made taking care of me sound terrible. “You haven’t come yet.”
Yes, we needed to fix that.
“Don’t worry.” Master patted my ass. “We’ll take care of that just as soon as I take care of you.”
He seemed to think the two would be just as fun and he was starting to make me wonder if Doms were weirder than I’d first thought.
“Are you sure?” Responsibilities were not sexy and I wasn’t sure he understood that. But I also wasn’t sure I should be the one to explain that since I was getting the better part of the deal.
“Yes.” He gave me another kiss, smiling like he knew I was confused. “I like taking care of you. It’s part of that control thing.”
Hmm.
Maybe I wasn’t the strangest person in our relationship after all.
“How else are you feeling besides content?” Master’s voice was relaxed and curious but his fingers had gone back to trying to make me squirm.
“Um.” Shoot. He wanted words that went together into a sentence. “You’re going to be stubborn on this part, right?”
When he nodded, looking incredibly pleased with himself, I sighed. “I thought so. Okay.”
I could do it.
I liked words.
“You can’t blame me if I don’t make a lot of sense, though.” That just wouldn’t be fair.
“Deal.” Master kissed my nose and inched his finger inside me. “I can sort through everything. Don’t worry about that.”
Yeah, right.
“When you said I couldn’t hump you, I liked it and I didn’t.” Still didn’t make sense, but I kept trying. “I didn’t like having rules, but it made me more turned on and my dick really liked it.”
There was no dealing with him some days.
Master didn’t look surprised, though, so I started to wonder if it was a sub thing I just hadn’t realized.
What else?
He was still waiting for more words, so we couldn’t be done yet.
“I liked feeling helpless but not helpless.” I didn’t have a better word for it, so I didn’t bother trying to figure it out. “I liked that you scrambled my brains again. That’s…relaxing? I don’t know. But it’s something good.”
He could figure out why.
“My ass still feels very nice and I like it when you squeeze it. That gives me just enough sensations that it sends sparks through me.” Oh yes. “Like that. Yes, thank you.”
“I’m glad.” Master smiled and gave me another kiss as he stroked my ass. “I like that part too.”
Being on the same page with that part was nice…oh, I needed to tell him that too. “I like that we both like it. Somehow that…I don’t know.”
Ugh, I was saying that a lot.
“I just like that part.” It would be harder for him to get mad at me if we both liked the game. “And I like how happy it makes you too. I’m getting the sensations but you seem to enjoy it too.”
Hmm.
“Why?” There were logical answers and weird answers, but I wanted to hear his answer.
Master leaned back and looked serious, but nothing said he thought it was a frustrating question or a stupid one. “I’m not sure I have a very logical answer, but I like making you hard and seeing you squirm.”
That was pretty logical to me.
“I guess I’d say first of all that it’s giving me pleasure to see you turned on. I’m not a sadist, so it’s the mutual arousal part that makes me happy.” Going back to making circles over my ass, Master still looked thoughtful. “And your ass looks very nice when it’s pink and bouncing up and down on my lap.”
“There was an earthquake.” I was going to have to learn to process faster during a scene. He didn’t seem to think that was a good excuse at all. “But I’m glad you liked that part too.”
Him considering any part of me attractive could only be a good thing.
“There was a lot about that we both liked.” Master brought his hands around to rest on my thighs. “Is there anything that made you bad uncomfortable or were there any parts we need to change?”
Was no a bad answer?
“It’s okay if I say no, right?” Was it one of those work exercises where I was supposed to find the flaw in my performance even if I’d done everything right?
“Yes.” Master gave me a quick peck on the lips and smiled. “It was a straightforward scene that started from our conversation. It’s perfectly okay to have enjoyed all the aspects of it, and…”
I knew my part.
“And it would’ve been perfectly okay if there was something I wanted to change.” I knew I’d gotten it right when he smiled and nodded. “We just need to communicate how we’re feeling and use our safewords.”
“That’s correct.” Something about his smile shifted to happy and relaxed, and I knew my chances of getting fucked right then had lowered. “Our next communication is going to be about getting clean and talking about dinner. Breakfast was a long time ago and lunch was basically just a snack.”
My stomach decided it agreed with his assessment.
“Shower and then we make dinner here?” I wasn’t sure how he’d take that suggestion, but I was glad when he nodded and looked pleased with the option. “I have pasta and bacon and I think I have a steak in the fridge but not two. Sorry about that.”
Anson shrugged. “You weren’t expecting company for dinner. Our date technically started at breakfast.”
He could logic when hungry…he was getting better and better.
“You’ve got a good point.” So we both knew I hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I’ve also got another good point.” Anson tried looking serious but his eyes were smiling. “I don’t cook bacon naked. That means I need clothes after we get a shower and I get you all clean.”
He was going to get one with me?
“Yes. Clothes for you so nothing important gets damaged.” That would be unfortunate. “You’re taller than me, though. Not by much, but I think you’re half legs.”
Maybe that was why it’d been so hard to see his dick when we were at the bar?
Anson laughed. “Let’s see what we can do, but I won’t be upset to just end up in a pair of your shorts or boxers.”
“We’ll figure it out.” And then I’d get to keep him until his pants were clean at the very least. “Can I scrub you too or is this just a one-way washing? I’ve seen couples online who have w—curious rules.”
Probably shouldn’t call them weird.
Anson flashed me a grin but didn’t get distracted lecturing me about manners. “Would you like to wash me?”
Yes, but…
“What happens if I accidentally make you come?” Washing accidents happened. “You said you were going to fuck me. What will we do in that case?”
Putting on a thinking face, Anson shrugged and sighed. “I might just have to stay the night to make sure I can fuck you later. I did promise.”
Oh, I liked that.
“That seems fair. A promise is a promise.” And that would mean I’d get lots of snuggles. “And if you had an orgasm, it wouldn’t be my fault.”
It wouldn’t be my lack of control, so he couldn’t get upset.
“You’re mostly right.” He lifted one shoulder. “But I might have to punish you for tempting me too much, so there’s that.”
Interesting.
“What kind of punishment?” I had questions and they were legitimate but Anson laughed and patted my hips.
“You need a drink of water and then we’ll get a shower. Come on. No dawdling. I can hear your stomach complaining again.” He did a very good job of ignoring what he didn’t want to talk about. “You seem to have forgotten how much cum you got on me.”
Trying not to laugh, I shrugged and gave back his own expression. “Earthquakes happen.”
Not my fault.
“Now what were you saying about punishments?” I managed to get off his lap before he laughed again. “That’s not a very clear answer.”
Even though he seemed to think it was.
“Well, there’s punishments and then there’s punishments.” He gave me another casual shrug as he ignored his messy pants and took my hand. “You look thirsty, though. Let’s handle that first.”
He wasn’t as subtle or sneaky as he seemed to think he was, but he was stubborn enough I just sighed. “Good boy.”
The Doms online said subs were troublemakers, but I was starting to doubt that.
“Thank you, Sir.” There was no way I was the biggest pain in the butt in our relationship. “A drink of water sounds wonderful.”
Yep, it was definitely a first, but he was more of a handful than I was.
But it was hard to even get frustrated when agreeing with him made him so happy. It even got me a kiss on the head and he squeezed my hand. “Then let’s take care of that.”
And me.
He liked taking care of me.
“Thank you.” It felt like it was too easy to make him happy, but it seemed to work like that. “Then I’ll help you find clothes and get you clean too.”
Yes, we could both do the caretaking…I just had to figure out what that was supposed to look like on my side.
“Thank you.” Anson was back to looking very Mastery as he led me into my kitchen, but he went back to being cute when he stopped and frowned. “I don’t know where your cups are and I don’t like that.”
He was adorable.
And slightly huffy.
“I’ll show you where everything is once we’re all clean. Then you can have control again.” He’d like that.
Yep.
I got another smile.
I was starting to think there wasn’t an other shoe to drop or red flags that were going to pop out of nowhere…and that was just as scary as finding his shoes and flags.