Chapter 2 #2
We both ignored Luca’s whispering because it didn’t rush my boy into action. Eventually his brain caught up with the situation without prompting, which was good to see. “About the differences between reward orgasms and doll orgasms. I don’t know how…I don’t know anything.”
Okay.
“One option would be that for reward orgasms you got to pick how you’d come, manual manipulation of some sort, humping in some way, being penetrated, penetrating me if you were well-behaved enough.
” He needed to earn that, and I knew I was right about that call when a shiver raced through his body and he clenched his legs together.
“I would always control how my doll orgasmed. Always.”
That was nonnegotiable, but we’d see what he liked best and adapt scenes around his preferences.
Once he figured them out.
“You.” Stopping, he swallowed hard and then pressed himself tighter against me. “You’d be in charge of that part? I wouldn’t have to figure out how to make you happy?”
Ah.
“You won’t be allowed to be in control of that part outside of giving me your limits.
” Clearly trying to figure out what other men wanted hadn’t gone smoothly.
“If the goal is to orgasm, I need to know what turns you on. Other than that, you will not be in control in any way. I will decide what kind of doll I want to play with. I will decide what you’ll be wearing. I’ll decide how you get to come.”
Licking his lips, he reached out one hand and started stroking my chest. The boy’s touch had me immediately going hard, but his utter lack of boundaries was going to get him in trouble at some point.
Or in jail.
“Hands on your lap.” The stern but quiet command had him looking down at his hand and frowning like he hadn’t known what it was doing. “You’ll get to touch me once you submit to me and agree to test out our chemistry and try becoming my doll.”
Glancing from his hand to my face a few times, he slowly moved it to his lap and glared at it. “Behave.”
It wouldn’t and neither would he…and based on the laughter from the other side of the table, Emerson and Luca knew it too.
My boy didn’t seem to notice them, though. He ignored everything he didn’t want to hear and focused his needy gaze back on me. “Where can I touch you once we get to that point?”
My curious boy.
“Anywhere.” The simple answer sent another shiver through him but didn’t derail him too long. “But what did you have to do to get to touch me?”
“And come.” Both hands were now on his thighs, but he leaned close again and pressed his compact little body against my arm.
“Tonight. I want that to be a rule too. If I submit—and you have to explain what that looks like—but if I submit then I get to touch your body as long as it’s places you like and I get an orgasm. ”
Greedy boy…but I liked that because I could use it as long as we steered it in appropriate directions.
“I think those are fair rules for tonight, but I control how you get to orgasm this time because it’s not a reward, and yes, I will explain what submission will look like between us.
” We weren’t going to leave it up to his impulsive brain or he’d end up in a chastity device just because he’d seen it online.
“Deal.” He gripped his thighs tighter as he nodded frantically. “Yes. That.”
“Good boy.” But first we had to get through dinner without him orgasming at the table or vibrating apart and shattering into a thousand pieces.
“Now, would you like to have me wrap my arm around you and hold you tight while we have dinner and get to know each other, or would you like me to have us moved to a table where you can get space to think more clearly?”
“Oh, I know that one.” Emerson’s raised hand was what made the whole thing ridiculous, but I managed to ignore it.
“I have no desire to think clearly.” My boy’s earnest admission made me smile. “Hold me, please. Owner?”
He didn’t sound nearly as ridiculous as Emerson when he said it.
“Sir will work for now, but we’ll talk about that later as long as you’re good.” I’d have to be flexible on that definition based on the way his hands kept jerking but his nod said he was going to try.
“I’ll be good. Yes.” He was nearly on top of me, but stopped squirming once I wrapped my arm tightly around his body and pinned his arms to his torso. “Oh…that’s…”
Good, based on his moan.
“You said I can’t come in public.” Emerson’s pout at Luca was funnier than he probably meant for it to be. “Why does he get to?”
“He isn’t going to come at the table.” The way Luca glared at me had an or else kind of quality to it, but that was because he knew his boy behaved worse than mine. Emerson just looked more innocent and made people think he was being reasonable.
My boy simply needed some work.
And a name.
“Not unless I allow it.” That had every inch of my boy clenching like he was one deep breath away from an orgasm. “But he’s not going to come now because I want to see his body when I give him his first orgasm from his Owner.”
“Oh wow.”
Okay, hopefully I’d be able to see his body when I gave him his first orgasm.