Chapter 8
Leonardo
Somehow, he thought that was a reasonable response to the question.
It wasn’t.
“I think we’re going to need to iron out the definition of stalking before we have that discussion.” Because we were obviously using different ones. “But don’t worry, I’ll make enough rules for you that we won’t have to worry about the police becoming an issue.”
At the very least his tracker would let me know when I needed to be concerned.
“Now, let’s go back to my actual question.
Are you just curious about modeling and the men there because they’re beautiful and fascinating, or do you actually want to model the lingerie?
” The way he was blinking at me said more than he thought it did.
“You have three choices here. Answer immediately and get four spanks. Try to keep lying to me and you have to go stand in the corner before you answer and get your spanks. Safeword.”
His sigh and the way he slumped over said he wasn’t going to pick option three.
Poking the center of his back had him sitting straighter, though. “Pretty boys don’t slouch when they pout.”
His mind skipped right to that part as he looked down at himself again. “That’s right. Emerson wouldn’t slouch and neither would Eli.”
Good grief, we were not using either of them as the basis for any kind of reasonable behavior…and at some point I was going to figure out how to explain that without sounding like a judgmental asshole.
“Which option are you going to pick?” No matter which, he needed to see I would follow through on what I’d said and that I wouldn’t end our relationship over something as silly as him being worried and dramatic.
“Um.” Crashing into me, he didn’t seem scared, so I simply held him as he decided how ridiculous he was going to be. “I don’t think I’m going to like standing in the corner. That seems…no, I’d rather not do that.”
Since that wasn’t unexpected, I nodded. “Alright.”
Not giving him anything else to work with drama-wise got another sigh from him but he didn’t pick up his head off my shoulder. If he was still cuddling and working his ass cheeks over my erection, I didn’t have anything to worry about.
“I think…I think option one. Please?” Sitting up, he frowned at me. “What kind of manners do I use here? You’re going to spank me but asking nicely seemed like the right response.
Because he was a Dom-pleasing sub at heart and had just met the wrong people when he’d tried dating before.
“I think Eli and Emerson would both tell you that manners couldn’t hurt when it comes to fixing the situation.” Ugh. I’d done it too. “It’s also probably instinct on some level because you’re a good boy at heart and you don’t like being naughty.”
Curling back into me as he pouted again, his sigh sounded slightly less dramatic that time. “I don’t but sometimes being good is very hard.”
“That’s why you have a Master who’s going to spank your pretty bottom sometimes to help you remember to be a good boy.” I really was going to be very helpful. “Now, let’s start with answering my question.”
Groaning, he curled onto his side and snuggled against me. “I think I like the idea of doing the modeling but it was just as a fantasy. I’m not…I’m not ugly but they’re…and they have so much energy and they’re so…I’m just not that.”
Alright, that was a step in the right direction.
Going back to gliding, I smiled as he started to relax again but I didn’t let how cute he was distract me. “First, I want you to picture the models on the site.”
I might not know them well but I’d looked around the website a few times after Luca said he was dating one of the guys who worked there.
“I can do that.” Rubbing his face against my chest, he made a soft, happy sound. “You smell good.”
“Thank you, pretty boy.” He didn’t seem to be trying to distract me but between how sexy he was and how his whole body was rubbing against me, I had to work at staying on track. “Now, do all the models look like Eli or Emerson?”
They didn’t look anything like each other either, but they were his frame of reference so they’d work for now.
“Um, no.” Finally sounding thoughtful and not simply dramatic, he started petting my chest as his brain hopefully went in the direction I was steering us. “They’re all different because good marketing means you have to show the lingerie on different body types.”
He really had been watching them entirely too closely.
“But they’re all—”
I cut him off with a sharp sound before he could get himself in more trouble by putting my pretty boy down.
“Are they all loud and bossy?” I knew we were making progress when he just shook his head. “Are they all shy and blushing?”
“No, Master.” His pout that time seemed aimed at himself and not me. “I’m sorry.”
“You were being mean to my pretty boy and I can’t have that.” I sighed, sounding just as dramatic as he had. “The only thing worse would’ve been to be mean to my doll.”
“No. We don’t do that.” He mumbled something about not doing that anymore, but I pretended not to hear. “We’re nice to your toys.”
“That’s right.” But that didn’t mean he’d get a better self-image right off the bat. “What I think you meant to tell me was that you were worried you didn’t know how to be a model and you didn’t know the tricks to looking like they do on camera.”
It was a skill just like any other.
“You’ve got a lot of personality and you look very attractive in your outfit right now, but if you’d like, we could ask Emerson to help us do a photo shoot so you could practice and see if you liked it.
” I had no idea if he’d have fun with it or if he’d get bored as soon as he realized how much work was involved, but it wouldn’t be hard to set up. “His Owner is a good photographer too.”
He usually only used it for his own art, though, because the only dramatic nut he wanted to work with was his doll.
“I’m not bad at it but I’ve never photographed people like that before. I’ve only done sculptures and things like that.” I wasn’t sure if working with live models would be the same or not, but I was betting not.
“Emerson said you made sculptures. He said the best Owners seemed to be artistic and that probably had something to do with why you guys weren’t cannibals.”
I wasn’t even going to ask.
“There might be something to that, but we’ll come back to it another time.
” After I’d figured out how the cannibal thing related.
“We’re staying on track for the time being, so would you like to tell me what you’re thinking, do you need time to figure it out, or do you need me to ask specific questions to help you work through this? ”
“You’re really good at having conversations.” His random praise came with a cheek kiss. The praise was genuine but the kiss was completely manipulative. “Do I get to give you a reward for being good?”
Oh, that was a nice try.
“I’ll use you later to reward myself.” Giving him a cheek kiss had him trying not to frown. “Thank you for worrying about me.”
He managed not to sigh again but it was a close call. He couldn’t resist collapsing into me, though. “You’re welcome.”
Humming softly, he went back to nuzzling against me but didn’t seem to be in a rush to answer me. Unfortunately for him, I was the most patient Dom he’d ever meet and could wait him out for eternity if it came down to it.
Thankfully, it did not.
“I think I’d like to try it but I’m not ready to do that yet.” That time his long exhale was utter relief, not drama. “I also think I would like to have a different conversation now.”
“Good boy.” For both. “After your spanking, would you like to look around the playroom or interrogate me?”
His options made him giggle and I got a much happier wiggle from him that time. “Both? But the room first? I’ve never had a room like this.”
That did not surprise me.
“Alright. We’ll do a tour while I get to see my sexy boy more.” Running my hand down his chest, I teased over the front of his panties. “I haven’t gotten to see enough of your ass yet.”
His cheeks were pink as he pulled away, but it was from pleasure and embarrassment. “You said you were going to cage me.”
“I am.” Stroking my thumb over the base of his still half-hard cock, I made a pleased hum as it slowly filled out again. “I’m going to thoroughly enjoy watching you strain against the panties tonight, but having it soft and caged so you remember who you belong to will be very nice too.”
That got another giggle from him and he kissed my cheek again. “Owners just like that kind of stuff.”
“I might be at the more owning side of the spectrum, but I think you like that too.” I wasn’t going to apologize for being me when he seemed to enjoy that part of my personality. “I also think you’re going to like having rules and being tracked.”
Hopefully they’d all work together to keep him out of trouble.
“I’ll handle whatever issues come up with your work schedule, so we won’t need to worry about that.” I could be flexible with my schedule if it came down to it.
“Emerson said you do sculptures and stuff. He made that sound like it’s your job and what you like to do.” Blinking a few times, my boy glanced around the room. “Do you sculpt this kind of stuff?”
“I work with a variety of mediums and I’ve done some artistic nudes.” What artist hadn’t? “But right now I’m working with metal and a…a more contemporary style. No kink.”
That would probably change now that I had my boy to obsess over, but it couldn’t be helped.
“Can I see it later?” It seemed to be a casual kind of question and not the do it now type, so I nodded which got a smile from him.
And a devious thought from what I could tell from his wide eyes.
“Oh, let’s go see it now, Owner.” He patted my chest and played up the cute routine. “Emerson is very proud of his Owner, so I need to see. Then I can tell him how wonderful you are.”
That was a good try too…but we needed to work on his delivery.