Chapter 3
Ricky
Maybe Emerson hadn’t been fucking with me?
Owners really seemed to be much easier to get to know than regular guys.
He was going to handle all the sexual stuff and make all the decisions and he was hot in an old enough to know what he was doing kind of way.
Wow.
“If he gets an orgasm, I want to renegotiate our limits on that.” Emerson was always dramatic but the words didn’t make any sense.
Who was going to orgasm?
“He and I have a few things to discuss before we get to that point.” My Dom frowned at Emerson, making me think I needed to pay more attention to the conversation. “Because while you told me everything you know about his sexual history, you didn’t tell me his name.”
Oh.
Had anyone told me his name?
Nope, but I wasn’t going to worry about it because Owner would work.
“I told you the important parts.” Emerson shrugged. “He said his name is Ricky but he kind of winced so that might be a lie. I told you all the facts I knew that I was confident were true.”
Maybe he could read my mind?
I hadn’t winced.
“I like being called Ricky better.” That made it true. “You didn’t ask what was on my birth certificate.”
Owner chuckled but shook his head as he reached up and cupped my chin so I was looking at him. “What do you want to be called when we’re in public like this?”
In public?
“What will you call me when we’re alone?”
Shouldn’t I get a say in that?
“Whatever I want as long as you don’t safeword.” His words were firm and relaxed, but his fingers stroked my cheek. “What am I going to call you in public?”
Anything he wanted to.
No.
I was supposed to have limits…even I knew that part…and I also knew I needed to answer his question.
“Ricky, please.” Calling me Cedrick would not make me hard in any way and wouldn’t make me want to do naughty things either.
“Very good.” His faint smile said I’d done it right but I was pretty sure something naughty was in it too. “But if you’d answered the first time I might’ve rewarded you with a kiss or a happy little pat under the table.”
A kiss?
A pat?
Oh.
A pat.
“I…” He was looking at me like he was expecting a response but all I could think of was that he wanted to touch my dick. “I like rewards.”
Emerson’s sigh sounded like he was watching some kind of romance movie, but I was really hoping I was living out porn.
“Then be my good boy and answer the first time or safeword with a red or yellow and I’ll know we need to change what we’re doing.” Owner stroked his thumb over my lower lip. “Safewords are very important but kisses and rewards are nice too.”
He wanted to kiss me?
“I want to kiss you.” I knew that much even if the other stuff was harder to figure out. “Ask me something else.”
Hmm.
“Please.” Yes. Kenton had said Doms liked manners. “Oh, and thank you.”
That couldn’t hurt either.
Owner’s chest jerked but it didn’t feel like he was laughing at me. He was hugging me too tight for that and he kept stroking my face like he still wanted to make me orgasm. “What is something you’d like to know about me? I’m starting to wonder what Emerson said about me.”
Ha.
An easy one.
Owners were so much better than regular guys.
“What is your name?”
He laughed.
I’d found a question that made him laugh.
He was still chuckling as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. He nibbled my lower lip. He licked the area where his teeth had sent a shiver through me. But when I moaned for more, he pulled away and grinned. “Leonardo.”
Huh?
“My name.” Stroking my cheek again with his hand, even I could tell he looked very proud of himself. “My name is Leonardo and I’m very glad you followed the rules so I could reward you with a kiss.”
“Ask him something else so he’ll grab your cock.” Emerson wasn’t as quiet or as careful as he probably thought he was…but he was loud and timed the question perfectly with the arrival of our waiter.
Great.
I’d finally found someone more awkward than I was and I was on a double date with him.
****
“Owner promised me Leonardo is not a cannibal or serial killer and his previous relationship ended last year because the boy didn’t understand how to tell the truth.
” Emerson shook his head as we waited in front of the restaurant and I tried to decide what that meant.
“We don’t steal and good dolls don’t lie. ”
Oh.
“I’ll be a good doll.” I was annoying but I wasn’t a thief. “I remember what you guys said…a good sub has to communicate even if what they say is confusing or unhelpful.”
It seemed to be the thought that counted, but after meeting Leonardo, I decided I’d let him figure that part out.
“Are you comfortable going home with your Owner?” Emerson put on a thoughtful frown I couldn’t decide was real or not. “Just because he owns you doesn’t mean he gets to play with you tonight. Those are two different things.”
Were they?
“I’m comfortable going home with him.” He’d said we would talk about doll stuff more and he’d said I’d been good enough to get an orgasm. “I was good.”
Emerson nodded, still looking serious as we waited for Luca and Leonardo to bring the cars around. “Orgasms are important for dolls, subs, and just regular guys.”
Yep.
And I was looking forward to getting my first one.
Well, my first one I didn’t give myself.
I was pretty sure it was going to be incredible if just being kissed and cuddled had made me hard as a rock.
“He seems nice and…and I like how he talks to me and doesn’t make me guess what he wants or what he’s thinking.” I really liked how he didn’t get frustrated at me either. “Nothing he said makes me worried.”
Some of it was confusing but nothing made me feel bad.
“Leonardo even gave us time to talk in private just to make sure you didn’t worry.” He hadn’t made me guess what he was doing either. He’d spelled it out and explained that he wanted me to come home with him but he knew Emerson wanted to make sure I was consenting.
Why everyone didn’t communicate this clearly, I’d never know.
“From everything I’ve seen he would be a good Owner but it’s your opinion that matters.” Emerson said it carefully and completely believable but that was just because his Owner had repeated it three times before he’d agreed to leave us alone together.
“Thank you for remembering that, but your opinion means a lot.” He’d dated more than I had and he had an Owner, so I was considering him an expert in the field for the moment.
And even if I was smart enough to question that decision, it made him smile so big it was worth it.
“You’re going to be such a good doll.” Nearly bouncing, Emerson did his you’re so cute sigh. “Just remember to ask questions, let him know what turns you on, and don’t be embarrassed if something you don’t understand turns you on.”
I really hoped it was as easy as he made it out to be, but dating was never as easy as people made it out to be.
“You think he’ll really either talk to me or talk to me and spank me if I annoy him?
” I’d read enough of their posts and just generic internet stuff to know that spankings sounded scary but weren’t terrible, but I was more doubtful about the whole “he’d talk to me” part.
“This would be the first time that’s happened and I’m not sure I believe it. ”
Emerson shrugged but didn’t look worried. “Everything I’ve heard and seen says he’ll make a great Owner and he’s really bossy, so worst-case scenario just let him be in charge. You tell him if something is outside your limits but let him handle everything else.”
It really couldn’t be that simple.
Emerson’s giggle said he knew what I was thinking. “He’s a Dom, silly. He’s not a regular human man. He’s like the souped-up version of being male. He will literally get hard every time you submit and it’ll get even better if you submit to something that’s difficult or makes you nervous.”
Oh.
Everything did that.
He quickly raised his hand, though. “Not outside your limits nervous. There is a difference.”
I thought I understood that part. “Like when Terry dated that Dom who tried to get him to do a threesome with a woman. Just because he’s kind of bi didn’t mean he was going to do that and the Dom knew it. You guys made sure Terry knew his limits were important.”
Emerson beamed at me. “You’re such a well-educated stalker. Good job.”
I’d never had anyone tell me that but it was nice.
“I’m…I’m just supposed to figure out my limits as we explore things.
He wants me to explain how I’m feeling but he’ll make all the decisions.
” Walking through the plan had Emerson nodding seriously at me, but the cars pulled up before he could give me any more instructions. “Oh. I thought we had more time.”
Just to get used to the idea…not to run.
“Remember, you liked his kisses and you wanted him to touch your cock. Don’t forget that part just because you’re nervous.” He really was helpful in weird ways. “He didn’t need space from you at the table and he wants to give you an orgasm.”
“That’s important. Yes.” I hadn’t annoyed him either. “He also finds my lack of experience erotic.”
Most men had just told me that was weird, but my Owner liked it enough to use the word erotic.
“Yep.” Emerson did a sexy shimmy and grinned wider. “He’s going to love being your first everything. It’s going to make him all kinds of possessive.”
Possessive…of me.
“That means he’ll probably want to keep me? Right?” I just couldn’t quite picture that as easily as Emerson could.
“Keep you and give you rules and watch over you so closely you won’t have any privacy at all.” His sigh said that was a good thing but my body couldn’t decide if that was sexy or scary or both. “Just remember everyone has different limits and it’s okay if it takes you a while to figure out yours.”
Both Doms were waiting patiently for us, and as I finally made myself look at Leonardo, he seemed perfectly content to let me talk to Emerson.
“I just need to be willing to explore things and then decide how I feel about them.” I could do that. “And…and Kenny’s stuff made it clear that limits change over time.”
“You’re so smart.” Emerson patted my head before giving my bottom a good swat. “Go play with your Owner and don’t let him forget you earned an orgasm.”
Leonardo was going to give me an orgasm.
Yes, that was something I could remember.
“Thank you for…for introducing me to my Owner.” I wasn’t sure if he was really going to be my Owner but it seemed like the best chance I had at a relationship and I wasn’t going to let being nervous fuck things up.
“He’s very controlling and you’re very needy.” Emerson made another drawn-out sigh as I stepped closer to Leonardo’s SUV. “This is going to be perfect and I would like to be the Best Doll at your collaring ceremony.”
“Sure.” Oh, maybe I should’ve asked what he meant by that. “Um, we’ll come back to that if I get a third date.”
His giggle wasn’t helpful but it gave me a push to keep moving toward the car. “You’re going to have so much fun.”
I hoped so but it would’ve been easier if I had a clearer picture about what that fun would look like. But before I could worry about that too much, Leonardo stepped out of the SUV and stood beside the driver’s side door. “Do you have any questions for me, boy?”
Why that word was starting to make me hard?
“I probably do but my brain is going in circles so fast I’m having a hard time catching them.” Being honest never worked out well in the past, but Leonardo nodded and didn’t look angry as I tested the waters. “I’m…I’m mostly focused on being calm and not being annoying.”
Hmm…still didn’t make him upset.
“Then let’s slow down your brain and see if we can make you feel more grounded at the very least.” He just made the announcement and started walking around the front of the vehicle like he knew exactly what he was doing.
It was actually kind of nice.
He didn’t even ask me stupid questions like what would make me feel better. He just came right up to me and kissed my forehead. “All you have to do is remember your safewords and tell me if we do something that makes you bad uncomfortable.”
Safewords.
Bad uncomfortable.
“Because…because we might do stuff that makes me uncomfortable but it’s not always a bad thing.” I’d read about that. “Sometimes uncomfortable isn’t something we’ll be trying to avoid.”
“That’s right.” Leonardo nodded at Emerson as he bounced over to his Owner’s car, but my Owner stayed focused on me. “We’ll just approach each situation as a learning experience. Those are good because they’ll show me the best way to play with my pretty doll.”
He wanted to play with me.
“I was good. I get an orgasm.” Yes. I was going to focus on that part. “And…and you’re going to make the decisions.”
“Yes. Because you find that to be stressful and I think you’ll find it arousing once you get to experience it more.” Owner stroked my head, looking pleased about something. “I’m going to have fun playing with you, boy.”
I really hoped so.
Swallowing hard didn’t help me get the words out, though. Either the lump in my throat or the bulge in my pants were holding them back, but it might’ve been both. I managed to nod but that was all I could do.
He just kissed my head again. “Let’s go play, pretty boy.”
He wasn’t upset and hadn’t called me stupid.
Wow.
He didn’t need my input either, which was nice, because he led me over to the rear passenger seat and opened the door. “I’m going to take very good care of my boy, doll or not, and you just have to obey or safeword to be a good boy.”
I could be a good boy…I just had to do what he said or safeword.
Two options were much better than the countless ones that everyone else wanted me to make, but as he opened the door, I realized why there were only two options.
He had a car seat.