Chapter 12
Kennedy
“What time do we need to make sure we set the alarm for tomorrow?” Halfway through the movie probably wasn’t the best time to have the conversation, but it’d popped into my head, so I had to make sure there wasn’t anything to overthink. “You said you work from home but I don’t remember what time you said you started.”
And I wasn’t sure I really understood what a data analyst did.
The only thing I knew was that he looked at a lot of spreadsheets and he spent all day by himself. It sounded horrendously boring and I kind of felt sorry for him, but it also made me understand a bit more why I didn’t drive him up the walls.
“As long as I’m at my desk by nine, then I’m good.” Kissing my head, Anson reached over and dragged me onto his lap, not looking at the TV at all. “I should ask you the same thing. What time do you need to leave for work tomorrow and what time do you want me out of the house? Those can be two different times, so don’t worry about offending me.”
There was no way I could promise that, so I just ignored it.
“I need to leave by seven thirty. I know that’s early but—”
Anson interrupted, shaking his head. “That’s not too early. Most of the time I get up and go for a run or to the gym first thing, so I don’t usually sleep in.”
Well, that was one less thing to overthink.
“Okay, good.” Curling into him, I snuggled down so I could rest my head on his shoulder. “I usually set my alarm for six thirty. Is that good for you? I don’t need you to leave the house before I leave as long as you don’t find it offensive that I’m getting ready and not giving you enough attention.”
I was not the biggest attention whore I’d ever met, no matter what other people seemed to think.
Anson scoffed and I could feel him shaking his head. “Some people are morons.”
Agreed.
“I’m glad we have a plan.” We could’ve gone back to watching the movie, but kissing his neck sounded like a better idea. “When he checked his watch…the movie guy…I realized I didn’t know what we were doing tomorrow.”
I’d been too focused on the fact that there was a tomorrow and not enough about the logistics of it.
“Makes perfect sense.” Anson’s hands started slowly caressing my thigh. “I saw him turn around right after the watch part and I saw his ass. Then I thought yours looked better. But you asked me a logical question before my fantasies could get too involved.”
“You’re the Dom here. I think your focus on dirty things is supposed to be better than that.” My response had Anson trying not to laugh.
“Hmm, is that how you should be talking to the Dom who’s going to fuck you hard in just a few minutes?” His question had me kissing his neck to make up for it…but he just hummed. “Not sure that’s going to help, and don’t think I missed how long you were gone before the movie started.”
Snickering, I nodded against his neck. “I believe in preparing for wonderful things and hoping for the best.”
Barking out a laugh, Anson hugged me tight. “I’m going to remember that.”
Hoping that would lead to fabulous fun in the future, I tried not to laugh. “You’re very smart. I believe you can do it.”
His chest jerked but he managed not to laugh out loud that time. “Praise will definitely get you fucked into the mattress, even if it’s the teasing kind.”
Yay!
Squirming on his lap, I clenched my butt cheeks to make sure he hadn’t forgotten how sexy he thought my ass was. “That will be what I remember.”
And he was almost laughing again.
Ha.
He thought I had a great ass and that I was funny.
“I’m going to make sure you remember other things about tonight too.” Anson’s hands went from holding me to caressing me, and even through my clothes, my dick decided it liked the new attention. “You’ll remember how hard I fucked you. How my dick felt inside you. And even how it felt to be bent over for me so I could see your sexy ass as I fucked it.”
Oh yes…those were things I was really hoping would stick with me for a long time.
“Are…are you sure?” Teasing him seemed to be the best way to get from the couch to the bed, so I was hoping I was right. “You’ve been very patient and haven’t been that interested in my ass.”
I managed to shrug like it was confusing and I wasn’t sure what to do, but it was harder than I’d expected because his chest kept jerking.
“Don’t take my patience as a weakness or I’ll make sure you never forget what I think about your ass.” He squeezed the side of my ass as he almost growled out the words, his voice going deep and sexy. “I’d like that too much.”
Wow.
My brain was trying to decide how we could get that without ending up driving him crazy, but he gave me another pat, distracting me. “Up. You’re right. I’ve been too patient and we need to rectify that.”
Really?
That’d been all it had taken?
“But if you drag your feet, I’ll make love to you slowly and gently.” His threat carried serious weight and as I sat up, I could see that he’d do it. “That patient comment is going to come back and bite you in the ass if you’re not careful.”
Oops.
I did my best not to smile or laugh because that seemed like it would be a bad idea, but a snicker escaped as I stood up. “I’m careful. I promise.”
I’d be careful of something…anything.
“I want to be pounded.” Yes, we could make love later if that was what would make him happy. “This time. You can be slow and gentle later if you want to. I can share.”
I wasn’t going to take any chances at the moment, though.
With the threat of slow and gentle hanging over my head, I hurried through the house, stripping off clothes as I ran.
Anson called through the house from the living room, a smile in his voice as the TV still played in the background. “You can share your ass, huh?”
“Yes. It’s only fair that we both get what we want.” I wasn’t sure why that was funny but his laughter made me smile. “But I think I should get to go first since it’s my ass. Then I’ll share.”
Seemed fair to me, but as I flopped down on my bed, I waited to see what Anson would say. But my punishment for being cheeky and possibly messy was for him to make me wait. And wait. And wait.
It took him at least thirty seconds to follow me into the bedroom, and even then he was shaking his head, my clothes in his hands.
“You’re still being patient.” Teasing him might not have been the best idea, but he was so funny as he tried to frown, I couldn’t help myself. “I’m not sure you’re excited about my ass.”
Yep, I was one big bad decision but I rolled over anyway, waving my ass around when I was on all fours. “See? This is worth going faster for.”
He threw my clothes on me.
“Hey.” Laughing, I rolled over and sucked in a breath as he leaned over and pinned me to the bed. “You’re…you’re not being nice with my clothes. After…after I shared my pants with you.”
One oversized pair of sleep pants and a T-shirt had fit him perfectly, but I’d been right. He was half legs and at the moment they were being used to trap me.
“I think I’d rather talk about your manners.” Shaking his head, he kept his expression serious as he shifted his arms closer and somehow had me good and trapped. “Clothes everywhere. Teasing your Dom. Being greedy with your ass. You’ll share? It’s mine, naughty boy.”
It was so sexy my dick couldn’t help itself and tried to thrust up to demand attention. He was very excited to belong to Anson too and was just a bit overly enthusiastic.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Anson was very Master as he raised one eyebrow.
That was all it took to send another shiver through me and my dick was back to making questionable decisions. “My dick…he wants to belong to you too. He’s an attention whore and he can’t help it. He’s jealous.”
Yes, this was Master’s fault, not mine.
“His bad behavior is going to get him punished.” Shaking his head, Master ignored the way I sucked in a breath and shivered. “Your ass might get pounded into the mattress but your dick is going to get spanked if he’s not careful.”
Amazing.
“I might even have to buy him a cage to make sure he knows who’s in charge.” Master said it dryly but his eyes sparked with something wicked.
He wanted to lock up my dick.
“You’re in charge. He knows that.” He simply wasn’t that smart. “He just likes you a lot.”
Yes, he was stupid but enthusiastic and lovable.
I wasn’t sure he should be punished for things he couldn’t control, but I also wasn’t sure I wanted to point that out to Anson.
He might decide not to punish him.
“I’m glad he knows who he belongs to, but does that give him permission to demand attention?” The look on his face was so stern it sent another shiver through me, and if I’d been one of the omegas in Francis’s books, I’d have been leaking slick, not just precum.
Thankfully, I wasn’t that messy and I still had all my faculties. “No, Master. He’s sorry he was naughty.”
Not sorry enough to stay still but he was slightly apologetic.
Slightly .
It would’ve been more believable if my dick hadn’t tried to rub against him again, but Master was so sexy it couldn’t be helped. “Sorry.”
The way he shook his head silently didn’t make the situation any easier to control.
It took him seconds to finally speak, and when he did, I nearly came. “I don’t think either of you are.”
Hmm.
At the very least the big head needed to work on looking more apologetic.
“Turn over onto all fours.” The firmly delivered order had my brain scrambling to think of all the things Master might do to me, but I was smart enough to simply obey as he straightened and brushed the clothes off the bed. “Well, at least part of you wants to be good for me.”
“I do.” Yes, at least a small part wanted to make sure we were being good. Unfortunately, a bigger part was desperate to see what would happen if we kept pushing his buttons.
No one ever let us do that and it was more fun than I’d expected.
“My ass does too, Sir.” Yes, that was one part that very clearly wanted to be good. “It’s very excited about being fucked.”
Hard.
Fast.
He’d promised that I’d remember it later and I was looking forward to that.
One hand softly caressed over my ass, but somehow it felt dangerous, like the quiet part before the monster showed up in a movie. “Well, at the very least, I’ll remember that once I get done dealing with your dick.”
The big head realized that should have made us nervous…the little head was still terminally stupid.
We were going to have to work on that once we had time to sit down and have a chat. It wasn’t the time or the place for that because as Master kept running his hand gently over my ass, his other hand reached under me and slapped my dick.
Sparks.
Yes, fireworks.
That was.
Wow.
When I stopped shaking, I was proud to see I was still on all fours and I was glad I hadn’t come.
Showing him my limits list at dinner had been the best decision I’d ever made.
I was amazing.
And still in trouble because I tried to hump the bed.
Oops.
My dick wasn’t elephant length, so I didn’t actually make it to the mattress, but just the attempt had him sighing and reaching under me to smack the head of my dick again. “No. Naughty boy.”
I needed a new definition for good because that was crazy and painful but it felt incredible.
Yes, new definitions would be needed once I’d survived my punishment and I’d gotten to come.
“Good boy.” Master’s praise made me realize I’d been so focused on staying upright that I hadn’t done anything naughty. “That’s much better.”
Confessing why I’d behaved seemed stupid, so for once I kept my mouth shut. Master chuckled and gave him another smack. “You’re learning.”
I wasn’t sure if it’d been another punishment or a reward that time, but as the shaking stopped, I nodded. “Yes. Learning. And. And I’m being good.”
Proud of myself for getting words out in a somewhat reasonable manner, I completely lost track of everything else going on around me and I almost came off the bed as Master’s finger inched just deep enough inside of me to send a wave of pleasure through me.
“Oh, my boy is very sensitive.” Master sounded pleased but I wasn’t sure why. “Yes, I can see why you want to explore new things.”
My experiment.
Wait.
“Let’s see…oh yes.” He chuckled as he found my prostate and fireworks went off inside me. “Very sensitive.”
I was?
My brain tried to ask that question and several others, but Master did something inside me that flattened every thought that tried to pop up. “You like circles too.”
There were different ways of playing with it?
The answer clearly became yes as he did something and it felt like he’d fried every circuit in my brain. “That’s even better. Just a little tug.”
What were we tugging?
Before I could ask the question, he shot off more fireworks in me and my legs started to wobble. Remaining upright took all my concentration, so questions got shoved to the side. I pretty much shoved everything to the side until he eased his finger out of me and gave my ass a pat. “Such a good boy.”
He sounded almost like he was talking to a well-behaved dog, but it was too hot to even think about pointing that out. I didn’t want to do anything that might cause him not to do it again. Praise was amazing.
But it wouldn’t keep my arms upright, and somehow I ended up with my elbows on the bed and my face pressed into the mattress.
“Oh, are you ready to be fucked?” It sounded like he thought I was going to answer his question, so I managed to give him a nod. “Good boy.”
The happy, pride-filled tone probably should’ve made me blush at the very least, but it just had my dick trying to hump the bed again.
“Naughty boy.” His tap was probably lighter that time, but doing it right on the head of my dick made it feel like lightning was firing through me. “No humps.”
Francis would die of embarrassment when I told him what had happened but it was amazing and he’d love it too.
“I’m…” I was going to apologize but a slicked finger sliding into me stopped all brain function. “Oh…that’s…”
He’d found the lube.
I hadn’t exactly hidden it, making sure to leave it strategically placed on the nightstand, but I hadn’t pointed it out either.
“I’m starting to think we can’t count on your dick to behave himself.” Making that sound like it was shameful, Master sighed. “But don’t worry, I’ll bring over a cage next time I visit. That will help the situation.”
Would it?
I’d completely lost track of what lesson I was supposed to be learning or why my dick needed to be caged, but even with the limited function of my brain cells, I knew admitting that would be a bad thing. I wanted to come, not be punished for losing track of the conversation.
Nope.
I was going to agree to everything and worry about the consequences later.