Chapter 4
Leonardo
Well, my boy’s stillness was a sign his brain had either shut down or gone into overdrive, but it wasn’t a safeword or obvious fear. Taking everything he’d said at dinner into consideration, I ran my hand over his head and didn’t make assumptions about what he was feeling.
“I find your inexperience erotic and I like control in a variety of ways. The fact that you’ve never done this before is making me incredibly hard and knowing you’re going to feel helpless for me is making it even better.
” Stroking my hand down his back, I gave his bottom a pat that nudged him to start moving. “Let me see my sexy, helpless boy.”
“Sexy.” Nodding slowly, probably in response to whatever he was thinking, my boy raised one foot and stepped into the back of the SUV. “Just submit and find my limits.”
“That’s right.” Making a pleased sound as he sat down, I didn’t hide anything I was thinking as he settled into the booster, looking wide-eyed and confused. “I’m so proud of my good boy.”
That had him looking down at himself before shifting his gaze back to me. “This…this isn’t a limit. It’s just confusing.”
“It’s new and I’m glad you’re thinking about your limits.
” Kissing his cheek as another small reward, I brought the seat belt over his chest and fitted it over his lap.
I wasn’t subtle about stroking my hand over his erection because he needed obvious.
“My sexy boy. You just have to remember that I like making decisions and watching you explore new things is sexy as fuck.”
Some of his stress eased out of him but his cock stayed rock hard. “I…I like rewards. I’m going to be a good boy.”
“That’s right. You’ve been very good at dinner and now you’re going to have new ways of being good.
” Continuing to pet him, I ran my hands lightly over his chest and down to his hard cock, giving it a squeeze that had his eyes rolling back in his head.
“We’re going to cuddle and I’m going to show you around the playroom.
And every time you try something new, I’m going to find new ways to reward you. ”
As his gaze came back to me, he latched on to the part I thought he’d like best. “More than one?”
“Yes, boy.” Barely jerking him off through his clothes, I kissed his cheek again. “Rewards like special kisses for my pretty doll…getting to touch and kiss me…I can find a lot of fun ways to reward you before you get to come.”
“I…” Swallowing hard, my boy worked to get his thought out. “Emerson said to tell you that I have a quick…there’s a word…that I can come more than once close together.”
Oh.
That man knew too much about my boy.
“Good boy.” Another kiss and shifting my hold to give just the head of his cock attention got a shiver from him and had his gaze going soft. “That’s important for me to know. We’ll have to play a game sometime where I see how many times in a row I can make my pretty doll come.”
That got another full-body reaction from my boy and a sexy-as-fuck moan as he tried to rock into my touch.
“Is that how you want to come later, pretty boy?” Pushing just a bit of teasing and flirt into my tone had him nearly melting. “Do you want to play a humping game?”
Oh, he liked that.
His body lit up and his eyes got wide. “I…I like games, Owner.”
Yes, he was adorable when he said that, so I used the sweeter tone again and kissed his cheek. “That’s going to be fun. I can’t wait to see you having humping time.”
He was fucking perfect.
“Let’s go home and play.” Cheerful and assumptive had him nodding and nearly bouncing in his seat, so I kept it up as I patted his chest and pulled on the seat belt. “You make me so hard when you’re this cute, baby.”
Hearing what I was feeling and what I liked seemed to have a good impact on him no matter what we were doing, so I let him see how hot I thought he was and gave him another peck. “Such a sexy boy.”
He was in a good headspace as I closed the door and headed around to the driver’s seat, but I was glad I didn’t live far from the restaurant. I’d never imagined how distracting it was to be so fucking hard as I drove, but having him in his booster seat was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.
“My good boy is very distracting.” He giggled as he wiggled in his seat just enough for me to hear it. “I didn’t realize how much I was going to like having you sitting in your special chair.”
With some of his fears eased, he giggled again and started poking at his chair. “Is it just mine? Did another doll sit here too?”
Nothing sounded like jealousy in his voice but the tone was cheerful and cutesier than it’d been in the restaurant.
“Just yours, pretty boy. I picked it out a while ago because I thought it was amazing, but the company who made it was only doing a limited run. So I just hoped I’d find my special boy who’d love it too. ”
“Owners keep dolls and subs safe.” He seemed to like that and being strapped in based on how he was wiggling. “Safe is nice.”
So being restrained was a good thing?
“Keeping you safe is going to make me happy too.” His naughty snicker said he knew what happy meant in that context. “There are lots of ways we can play safe games.”
I could hear him wiggling in the back seat, and saw him shifting side to side in the rearview mirror as we stopped at a light. Once he realized he had my attention again, he smiled at me. “What kind of safe games?”
“Well, I can keep you safe by restraining you sometimes when I’m changing my pretty doll’s clothes or I can keep you safe by wrapping you up tight so you can’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself when you’re sitting on my lap.
” The cuter way of talking about scenes and kink was my preference and I was glad to see it made him smile even wider.
“I should probably keep you safe when you’re on my bed too. ”
I shrugged as the line of cars started moving and something about it made him laugh again. He didn’t seem little but he was definitely having fun. “I think I’m going to like being safe.”
We were both going to like it.
“I can’t wait to explore lots of safety with you.” He must’ve heard how honest I was being with him because his laughter got naughtier as he settled back in his booster seat. “Can you think of anything about safety that you want to explore?”
“Hmm.” His exaggerated thinking sounds had me trying not to smile. “No. Owners pick. Emerson said that’s a really good rule.”
Because my cute little doll didn’t have the faintest clue about where to start.
“It might surprise you, but I like that rule too.” My nonchalant attitude had him snickering. “What else do you think is a good rule?”
“The subs at Leashes & Lace have lots of good rules. Some of them are tracked because they’re so important their Owners and Doms need to know where they are all the time.
Some have rules about food and when they have to go to bed.
One of the pups has a rule that says he has to sleep in his kennel on nights when he does a shoot because his Handler is jealous and so he does lots of shoots because he likes his Handler being a little bit nuts. ”
Good grief.
My boy’s frown said he realized there was something odd about that one. “I don’t think I need that kind of rule but you can track me if you keep me…and…and you can give me a bedtime, but I’m a pretty good grown-up with that kind of stuff.”
Just not with other things like making decisions about stalking.
“Thank you for explaining your thoughts on that. If you let me keep you, I think tracking you is a very reasonable next step.” And he did too based on the agreeing hum he let out.
“We might set up rules for when I put my doll to bed versus when I put my boy to bed, but I’m going to play that by ear. ”
Oh, that caught his attention.
“I don’t think Emerson has his own doll bedroom.” His tone was thoughtful but I could hear him wiggling to test the seat belt restraint again. “He hasn’t talked about that online or in the coffee shop.”
How much had he watched those guys?
My boy kept going before I could decide how to ask that question without sounding like an asshole.
“But that’s probably because he’s a fantasy dress-up kind of doll and not an everyday play with kind of doll.
” It was my turn to make an agreeing sound, but I was hoping he’d keep going so I could get a feel for what he was thinking…
and thankfully, he shifted right into chatter mode.
“If you wanted to put me in wings and make me a fairy princess that would be fine, but you made it sound like you wanted a doll you could play with all the time not one you put on the shelf to look pretty. Both are good but everybody’s different. ”
Smart boy.
“I don’t have the patience to have a doll I just look at.” I was more hands-on about everything in life. “I want to be able to dress you up and play with you and get you very dirty sometimes.”
He filled in the vague idea about being dirty with something that made him giggle again. “Then you’d have to get your doll all clean.”
“That’s right. Sometimes dolls get cleaned up with a washcloth. Sometimes dolls get bubble baths. Sometimes they get showers with their owners.” Based on the happy sounds he was making, those all sounded like good options to him too. “But I’ll do those things with my sub too.”
“Because sometimes we’ll play as Owner and doll and sometimes we’ll play as…as Master and sub?” He was trying to act casual about the question, but I could hear something off in his voice.
Thankfully, we pulled up to my house before I had to answer and he got distracted looking out the window. “Oh, you’ve got space for a playroom. That’s great. Emerson is going to be very jealous because he’s basically moved into his Owner’s place but that’s attached to his business.”
I wasn’t sure if laughing would be rude or not but the commentary was funny. “We’ll take some pictures of the playroom then and you can tell him all about it.”