Chapter 11
Anson
His delightfully obvious hints to get his way were one of my favorite things about Kennedy…and not just because they would get us a sleepover.
That didn’t hurt, though.
“Remember the rules.” Inching closer to me in his wonderfully oversized shower, Kennedy made sure to rub his cock against my leg. “Accidents happen, and if they do, you can just spend the night.”
“I agree.” Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed his head and shifted us so the water could pound against our sides. “I promised you that I’d fuck you, so no matter what, I’m going to keep my promise.”
He did a little happy dance wiggle in my arms while thankfully not losing his balance. “Promises are very important.”
So was making him feel wanted, which I thought was probably the most important thing to him based on what he was saying. “Getting cuddles and attention from you is important to me too.”
Leaning down, I kissed his neck. “You told me we could have cuddles and watch a movie. Should we do that after dinner?”
He pulled back enough to study me curiously. “Yes. We…we can do that.”
I wasn’t sure it was the right time to ask him why that was so confusing, so I just smiled and gave him a quick kiss. Making him feel weird was not my goal, and I must’ve succeeded because his lips turned up as he looked more confident. “Francis lets me talk when we’re at his place.”
“Aren’t you supposed to comment and ask questions during the movie?” Yep. His eyes lit up. “How will I know if you think something is unrealistic or just stupid?”
His head started nodding before the rest of his brain processed everything. “I…that’s just…”
I might not have rendered him speechless but I’d at least slowed down his ability to talk a bit. It took him a few more seconds to finally get back to working order, but I was still impressed with myself. “Yes. I always have questions and things to look up, and directors make so many ridiculous choices.”
“My biggest pet peeve is objects and stores that don’t belong in the movie. Starbucks before they were everywhere. Mugs that don’t belong. No one does research anymore.” And that was just the tip of the iceberg. “It’s frustrating.”
“Don’t get me started on problems that adults could’ve solved with a single conversation.” Kennedy sighed. “If I can figure out why someone is upset, it’s too easy to have gone in the movie.”
Well, at least he was slightly self-aware.
“See? There are a million things we might need to discuss.” I shrugged as he marveled at me. “And we’re at home, so there’s a pause button for a reason.”
Kennedy threw his arms up, nearly braining himself somehow. “Exactly. How are you the only person who understands this?”
Because he needed people with more patience and common sense in his life…and more people with remote jobs wouldn’t hurt.
“I don’t know.” But I knew how to distract him, so I ran my hands down his body to palm his ass. “But I do know that I’m going to be looking forward to the next time you get a spanking.”
And his smile was back…so were his wiggles.
“Me too.” Beaming at me, he kissed my cheek. “I wouldn’t like it if you were actually upset at me, but doing something where I have to pretend to be sorry is fun. I like the acting part of scenes.”
“Funishments, not punishments. I agree.” Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, I nuzzled against his cheek and worked my way over to his ear. “You have a very sexy ass, though. I can’t wait to show it off at the club.”
His shiver said he didn’t mind that idea at all.
“But I need you to decide if spankings are intimate between us or if I can bend you over and make your ass nice and pink while we have an audience.” I wasn’t sure if that would throw him off or not, but he seemed more thoughtfully confused than offended.
“I…” Moaning as I nibbled on his ear, he rocked his dick against me. “Do you think that’s intimate? I thought it was fun but I don’t know the rest…the rest right off the bat.”
I loved scrambling his brains, but I kept my teasing light enough that he could think for the most part. “Firstly, everyone will have different views on what’s intimate and what’s something they do in front of others. So we’re not worried about what other people think, just us. Alright?”
He nodded, but he made sure to wiggle closer and tilt his head to the side so that he could get more attention. “Yes. I don’t mind being different.”
And that was one of my favorite things about him.
“Me neither.” Especially not in the BDSM sense. “You might have a different view on this once you think about it, but to me it’s not intimate enough to keep private. I don’t think I would talk about the rules I set up for you or things like that, though.”
When it came to Kennedy, that seemed more private to me.
“I can see that.” Rocking his hips, he made a happy sound as he curled into me and our erections stroked against each other’s. “Yes, we don’t need to talk about that in public or…and…we don’t need to talk about things that I do wrong either. Those are private discussions.”
Damn.
“Baby?” Waiting until he’d raised his head, I kissed his nose. “I will never tell anyone else about something about you that frustrates me. Have you ever heard that line about military service, praise in public, censure in private? That’s us. Praise in public and talk about issues in private. No one else needs to know if you think I don’t do laundry often enough or if I keep walking past shoes that need to be put away.”
People complained about their partners in public entirely too often.
Kennedy let out a slightly shaky breath and nodded. “I think that’s a very good plan.”
He didn’t believe it a hundred percent, but he wanted to. “So, from what you’re saying, I can spank you and make you come at the club, but we’ll be careful when we talk about the rules and problems parts of our relationship.”
“Yes.” Kennedy seemed to be done with the conversation, probably because he was feeling vulnerable, because he curled back into me and made a very obvious tease of rubbing our dicks together. “And I won’t even talk about shower accidents either. Those are probably private too.”
Trying not to laugh, I nodded. “Yes, we’re not going to talk about your Dom’s hair trigger if you make him come unexpectedly.”
Snickering, he nodded. “No sharing about accidents. My Dom is in full control.”
He was such an adorable dork.
“I’m glad you understand that.” Bringing one hand to his neck, I squeezed the back just enough to make him feel owned. It got a sexy shiver and the faintest whine from my naughty boy. “But don’t forget, I like rewarding my good boy. That means you have a vested interest in behaving.”
“I’ll…I like rewards. I’ll be good.” Loving his honesty about why he was going to be good for me, I gave his ass a wet smack that was more sound than pain. It got me a sexy moan from Kennedy and he went back to doing his best to fuck his dick against mine. “I like the way you make me come too…and…and you hold me so good. You even let me talk.”
My poor baby.
“That’s right, because you fill me up, don’t you?” When he nodded against me, I tightened my hold on his neck and slipped the fingers of my other hand between his cheeks so I could tease his clenched hole. “And I’m going to fill you up in a different way later.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to moan or giggle, but his adorable mix of both made me smile as he humped me faster. “You’re so…that’s…”
He gave up trying to call me silly or a dork again, both of which were right, and decided on a different tactic. His hands. Wiggling them between us, he wrapped his hands around our erections and made a warm, wet cave for us to fuck into.
“Oh…naughty boy…” My moan, and probably the way my fingers tightened, got a giggle from him.
As he shook his head, he did his best to caress every inch of my dick. “I’m getting you all clean.”
At some point I’d have to remind him that soap should be involved to call it that, but it didn’t seem like the right moment. He was doing his damnedest to win the oops, there was an accident contest and it only seemed right to let him win.
I didn’t make it too easy, though.
Fucking his needy hole with the tip of my finger, I nibbled on his neck and teased his ear, moaning softly so he would know how good he was making me feel. “You think you’re going to make me the naughty one but I know something you don’t.”
That got another laugh and had him shaking his head. “No, but it’s okay if you have an accident. It happens.”
Rolling my eyes, I almost laughed but I caught it just in time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about getting you clean and then having dinner with you and making sure I’m tight and slick when you fuck me.” My boy was feeling very confident, and his dirty talk had my cock trying to explain why waiting to come would be a bad idea.
“I’m going to bend you over and fuck you so hard, baby.” That was what we both wanted to hear, but he’d already come twice, so my control was more precariously balanced than his. “I can’t wait to hear your sounds. You’re going to be so sexy.”
And I couldn’t wait to hear what came out of his mouth.
I might be able to get him stuttering sometimes, but Kennedy’s brain wouldn’t let that happen too often. It just had too many wonderful things to comment on to stay silent. “I’m going to make you beg to come.”
Shifting his grip so his palm was rubbing the head of my cock, Kennedy whimpered sweetly and nodded. “I can’t wait to beg for you, Master.”
Naughty brat.
But I had to reward the effort.
It was what any good Dom would’ve done in my place.
Letting go of all restraint, I tightened my grip on him and used his body to send me over the edge. The way it tightened his grip was amazing, but I loved the confidence it seemed to give him because he started kissing along my neck, nibbling and making the sexiest sounds. “You’re going to make me feel so good, Master. I’ll be so tight for you. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
When my orgasm finally slowed and his touch was too much, I kissed his head and gentled my grip. He was paying wonderful attention to me and relaxed his hold, barely touching me as he let me come down from my high.
Even though he seemed to think he didn’t read people very well, he read me perfectly and snuggled against me until we got to the point where I needed to hear my boy. “Oops. But that’s okay. You’re going to stay with me to keep your promise.”
I managed not to laugh, but my chest was shaking as he giggled. When I finally got my delight under control, I shrugged and sighed. “You’re right, but you’re very understanding.”
He nodded against me, slowly releasing my cock as he pressed a kiss to my neck. “And I’m going to remember what’s private between us.”
“Because you’re a good boy and what do good boys get from their Doms?” Just the question had him shivering and rubbing his erection against me.
“ Rewards .” Sighing, he rested his head on my shoulder. “That’s my favorite word.”
Chuckling, I patted his ass. “One of my favorites is spank.”
Snickering, Kennedy shook his head as he straightened. “That does not surprise me.”
Since he didn’t seem to mind that, I shrugged. “What can I say? You have a very nice ass and it looks even better when it’s pink.”
And his brain was off.
I could see it starting to whirl as he stepped back and reached for the bodywash he had on a small ledge. “Are asses your favorite part of a person?”
Hmm.
“I guess if I had to pick one, yes. They’re very multipurpose.” My answer had his head tilting and his cock going soft from lack of attention.
“That’s an interesting point.” He was still considering it thoughtfully as he squirted out some of the soap and started softly running his hands over my chest. “You can spank it with a variety of objects. It’s attractive in a bite into it like a peach kind of way.”
His brain was wonderful.
But his hands were going to make me hard again.
“It’s got the anus in it, so that gives you even more things to do with it.” Frowning, he looked down at my cock. “My favorite is a penis, but I can see why you like asses.”
“Penises are fun too.” Grabbing the bodywash for myself, I started at his shoulders and began working my way over his skin. “They’re multipurpose as well. Just for different kinds of things.”
“You can spank them, though.” Still watching me thoughtfully and like he was analyzing every inch of my dick, his frown stayed put. “You can jerk them off for self-pleasure and display them nicely.”
“But you can fuck yourself with a variety of toys and make the self-pleasure last even longer that way.” I couldn’t help looking down at his cock as I washed his chest. “And if you display penises too nicely, you get arrested.”
That was not the goal.
“Nice asses fill out a pair of pants beautifully and you’re less likely to get the police called.” Or just generally offend someone enough they make drama.
“Very true.” Kennedy’s fingers had reached my dick, but it was more like he was using me as a fidget toy and less like he was cleaning me. “You go into the store to buy a drink and a nicely outlined erection might cause problems, but well-fitting pants just make people drool at the very least.”
Chuckling, I nodded. “A man with a great ass gets attention from men and women. Straight or gay. Old or young. Penises, well, appreciating them is more situationally dependent.”
“That’s a good point too.” Kennedy’s eyes finally looked up so his gaze met mine. “I’m going to concede defeat for the moment, but we’re going to come back to this when I’ve had more time to think about it.”
“That’s a wonderful plan.” And it’d probably come up at the most fascinating time too.
It might’ve made me a bad person…or just a dick of a Dom…but part of me wanted to make sure we were hanging out with Francis when it came up again.
Yep, I was a dick but it would be funny.