Chapter 12
Leonardo
“You are a very cute Dom doll.” He was definitely channeling someone else, but I appreciated the effort.
“Thank you.” He did a cute imperial-looking nod and kept his adorably serious expression on his face. “I don’t know what kind of outfit that would need, but it’s not my decision.”
It was mine.
Because I was the Dom and it was time to remember that part.
“I’ll figure it out.” Petting the head of the deceptively innocent-looking bear, I did my best to answer the question.
“Yes. I like the idea of playing with the stuffed animals. I didn’t explore them originally because they seem like a niche way to play, but once my ex pointed them out, I thought they’d be fun. ”
And I wasn’t going to let someone else tell me what I could play with and what I couldn’t.
“I’m glad you found something that you think is fun.” My pretty boy was trying to stay focused on me, but his gaze kept dropping down to the polar bear. “Can you explain why you think it’s fun? I’m very curious to learn more about you.”
He was so cute.
“Turn him over.” I thought it would’ve been obvious but it seemed like he hadn’t fallen down that side of the internet yet.
“Oh.” My boy’s eyes widened as he connected the dots but he cocked his head and studied the interesting toy instead of giving a strong reaction. “He’s got a bottom.”
Hmm.
The thoughtful expression he aimed my way was adorable. “He’s too cute to call it something naughtier when we’re just having a discussion.”
I could see that logic.
“They come with girl parts as well if you were curious about that.” I’d just never thought to buy one of those. “I don’t have any, though.”
And now he was studying me like I was a bear with an asshole.
“The internet said some gay men have a problem with bi men. I’m not sure what I am yet, but I don’t need girl parts to make me happy.
I like you and I’m pretty sure I’m going to like all your parts too.
” He gave a little wiggle to make sure I understood what parts he was talking about.
“How do you feel about me having a bear with girl parts? Hypothetically.”
Slightly confused?
“I don’t find girl parts sexually attractive because I’m gay.
I’m on the very gay end of the spectrum when it comes to who I’m drawn to.
But I’m not scared of them if that’s what you’re asking.
” I’d seen gay guys have weird reactions to women, so I wasn’t going to downplay his worries.
“I think I’d enjoy the scene the same way I’d enjoy you with a male teddy bear. ”
That sounded weird, even for me, and it had Ricky looking down at it and blinking a few times. “How would I do that? Enjoy the bear, I mean.”
I managed not to laugh but his huff said he’d felt my chest jerk. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s a reasonable question but the way you asked it was cute. I also think there’s a bit of relief that you didn’t run off screaming about me being a degenerate.”
“It’s a toy.” He shrugged. “I just don’t know how to play with it because I never even had Barbies and GI Joes to practice relationships with. That’s an important developmental stage but my grandmother didn’t like the idea of me controlling people’s lives.”
She was weird.
“Well, they’re not real either, so we’re not going to worry about the controlling people’s lives stuff.
” And if he wanted to be a Dom to fake people, who was I to tell him it was weird?
“The only people I know firsthand who play with dolls and figurines like that are littles, but it’s not an exclusive thing. ”
For God only knew what reason that had him giving me a strange look like he was waiting for me to say something, but I had no idea what was going on in his wonderfully squirrelly brain. After a few seconds he came back to life and nodded, but we had enough on our plate, so I left it alone.
“Okay.” Still nodding, he looked down at the bear’s little butt. “Does he like playing games?”
The bear?
“Yes.” How would we make this work? “It’s magic.”
Yep…that would work.
“If the magic forms them with…parts…then it means they like playing games. If they don’t have parts, they just want cuddles and that kind of attention.” My boy’s immediate nod said he thought it was a reasonable explanation.
“So…what kind of games would he like to play?” He turned the bear right side up again and looked at him in the eyes. “He seems like he’s on the happy end of playtime.”
As opposed to what?
“I think he’d like to bounce.” That was happy, right? “I might have my boy completely restrained or my doll dressed up and looking pretty then he’d ask to bounce on your lap while you had to stay perfectly still.”
“Oh.” My pretty boy’s brows pulled together but he wiggled his hips like he was imagining the situation. “That could be interesting.”
Since it wasn’t a scene he’d ever imagined, I thought that was a reasonable response.
“What could…what could he do?” He traded the polar bear for a brown one with wide eyes and a tighter ass. “He’s trying too hard to look innocent.”
I was supposed to take that seriously, right?
“He might need to be tied up.” I shrugged as he made a thinking sound. “He might need you to top him hard.”
“I’ve never thought about doing that.” Ricky meant topping in general, that was obvious, but it hadn’t sounded like that right off the bat. “Do you think I’d do a good job?”
“Yes, but we could also arrange a scene where you weren’t in control in any way.” I could figure that out. “Topping doesn’t mean in charge.”
“You’d be in charge.” He kissed my cheek before turning back to the bear and poking his ass. “You play with your toys and the toys just have fun.”
“Alright.” My being in control wasn’t a hardship. “Is playing with my toys like that something we need to put limits on and take our time discussing, or is it something that we’ll do if it comes up?”
The cute cocked head came back but he was still relaxed against me as he started petting the teddy bear’s head. “I think we do it if it comes up and then I’ll figure out limits?”
Peeking over at me, he shrugged. “I don’t think I’ll know my limits before we try it. Sorry.”
“I’m glad you realized that might make me nervous, but in this case it’s understandable.” I’d given him something completely new to think about. “But that means we’re going to keep our safewords in mind and bring up any issues. Neither of us are mind readers and we’ll remember that.”
Nodding, he kissed my cheek again. “That’s right. We’re both going to keep our safewords in mind.”
We both knew he was poking at me on that one, but since he wasn’t exactly wrong to question me, I didn’t argue with him. “Yes. Communication is important and we can stop scenes or slow them down at any point.”
Curling into me, my pretty boy sighed and studied the variety of stuffed animals on the bed. “You couldn’t decide which ones I’d like, could you?”
“No.” Laughing, I shrugged. “So I picked out a variety of them.”
He seemed to think that was silly, but his smile was cute as he started sorting through the options. “Oh, no bottom. So he just wants to be cuddled and watch. There’s one of the models who’s like that. He just wants to be cuddled and watch their shenanigans.”
He knew way too much about those men.
Before I could decide how to point that out…again…he wrapped his arms around a rabbit with floppy ears and changed gears. “We need to continue our tour and then you need to tease me more so we can have orgasm time later.”
My bossy boy wiggled his ass as he held up the rabbit and gave him a cheek kiss too. “Floppy’s going to watch.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that but my boy handled that by aiming wide eyes at me. “Floppy says you’re going to think we’re cute when I carry him around while dressed up in my nightie.”
Floppy might not have a bottom but he’d clearly been listening to the ones who did.
“Floppy might be right.” I shrugged like it was just a casual conversation. “You’re cute and you just keep getting cuter.”
His giggle said he liked that too.
“Thank you, Master.” He liked it so much I got another cheek kiss. “I think I like being cute.”
I was glad we were both on the same page with that one, so I kissed his head. “I can’t wait to hear what else you like.”
He scrunched up his face and looked around the room before going back to studying Floppy. “I’m going to like some of my chairs and my bunny. I’m going to like looking pretty because that’s more fun than I thought it would be, and I knew it’d be fun because the models love it.”
I hoped they did but I was going to have to start following all these people closer because I’d only met a handful of them socially.
“And as you find other things you like, I’m going to be the first person you tell.” Yeah, I needed to spell that out because his head cocked again like I was the bear with a fuckable ass. “I’m more important than Emerson or Eli or any of the other models. I get to be told first.”
“Oh.” It was like a light bulb had gone off over his head and he sat up straighter. “We found something you’re jealous about. That’s fun too.”
Brat.
I might’ve glared at him but he snickered and kissed my cheek again. “You’re so cute, Master.”
No.
“I will not concede to being cute.” Because he found that to be hilarious based on the way his shoulders were shaking as he barely managed not to laugh. “I will, however, find you cute and show you around my house while I play with your panties and give you more kisses.”
He pretended to look suspicious and study me. “And?”
Cheeky cutie.
“And figure out what I’m going to call you because I’m sorry but you’re not a Ricky.” Maybe at some points when he was at his most vanilla out in public, but I wasn’t even sure it’d work then. Especially if Emerson was right about the way my boy winced when he said his name.
He groaned and fell into me, still clutching the bunny. “Names are so hard and mine is so terrible.”
“Then we’ll fix that. There are a lot of ways to handle it, but what is your legal name?” I had to have a place to start.
“Cedrick Ulrick Michelson.” He shuddered as I winced. “I sound like an eighty-year-old man who’s confused about what part of the world he’s from.”
Yep.
“Well, I can see the problem. Is there any part of your name you’re attached to?” I wasn’t going to take away something he liked.
“No. They’re not even family names.” He shrugged but his drama didn’t last long. “My mother wanted some kind of flowery hippy name that she doesn’t seem to remember anymore and my grandmother got angry when she talked about it, so no, it’s all terrible.”
“Then I’ll rename you.” It might take a while to get all the pieces together, but we weren’t in a hurry. “To start, we’ll take the cutest variation of your actual name and my doll will be Cece.”
“Oh.” He sat up so fast he nearly fell off the bed. “You can do that?”
“I’m your Owner. I can do whatever I want as long as…” Cece started nodding as I let the rest trail off.
“As long as I don’t safeword.” Finishing it up seemed to make it more real to Cece and he threw his arms around my neck, bunny and all. “You’re amazing. I love having an Owner.”
“I will accept the title of amazing Owner.” That got a giggle out of him, but he wasn’t in any hurry to pull away, so I kissed the side of his head.
“And as your amazing Owner, it’s my responsibility to fix things that are bothering you.
It doesn’t matter if it’s about your name or job or a kink you’re curious about. ”
I’d handle as much of his life as he’d let me and I wanted to make sure we ironed that concept out right away.
“I don’t have a job so that’s one thing off your plate.” Cuddling back into me, Cece propped his bunny up on his lap and started stroking the ears. “I think the name thing is the only holdover from my past that’s driving me crazy, but I’ll let you know if my brain reminds me of something else.”
“Brains are difficult and like to pop out stuff at the most random times, so we’ll watch for it but I won’t worry.” I’d just check in with him on a regular basis. “We’re going to have good communication, though.”
Cece petted my chest and seemed to be trying not to giggle. “We are. Because that’s important.”
And he was willing to repeat that as often as he thought I needed to hear it.
“Perfect.” An aroused pretty boy would’ve been even better but we’d get him back to that point. Relaxed and happy was just as important sometimes. “Now I think it’s time for me to show you around the house while you show me your sexy body.”
Cece giggled for a moment but then went back to his suspicious look as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And? You’re forgetting something important.”
“I am?” Pretending to frown, I leaned back and studied him. “Did I promise you a snack? Dessert is important.”
He made a squeak before shaking his head. “You can’t distract me with that.”
So Grandma hadn’t liked dessert either?
“I make no promises on goodies.” They seemed like they’d be a decent bribe, so I was going to keep them in mind. “What else could we have talked about?”
His groan as he turned to frown at bunny was so cute I almost cracked up laughing. “He’s being silly with my orgasms. I know you don’t want one of those, and that’s okay, but I do, and now I’ve got to figure out how to wiggle and look pretty enough that he breaks.”
Brat.
I never realized they could be so cute.