Chapter 12
Bastian
“I was very polite even when Emilia was a pain in the butt.” Aiming wide eyes at me that were definitely over-the-top, Orlando glanced between the houses as I finally pulled up in the driveway. “And we both played dumb really well, so it didn’t look manufactured at all.”
I was pretty sure that was because we both considered it a real date and not a fake one. But he wasn’t ready to stop the game yet, so I wasn’t in any rush to bring up reality. His brand of ridiculousness was much more entertaining than his family’s.
“We both did very well, you’re right, and you were polite and answered my questions.” Even when they made him squirm because his family had a truly mystifying list of what grown-ups did.
I couldn’t even put it down to homophobia or old-school real men nonsense because it was all just insane and there was no logic to it.
White milk was for kids but chocolate was only for adults?
“I was very polite and agreed to have dessert here instead of at the restaurant.” Orlando seemed to think he got a reward for that but it’d been his idea.
However, one dry look had him smiling wider and pretending not to remember that part. “I was making our date easier on you.”
“You wanted to get us out before your mother showed up.” When he’d gone to the bathroom, he’d caught his cousin making a very excited phone call.
So he’d tattled on her to her boss and we’d gotten the hell out of Dodge before we’d gone down the street to play at the old-school arcade that had everything from Skee ball machines to pinball, and everything in between.
“See? I was taking good care of you.” His view of taking care of me was fascinating. “You didn’t even have to grab my ass to make our date look real.”
Probably because it’d been real.
God only knew what we were doing, though.
“I’m not sure that was something you should be rewarded for.” Turning off the car, I frowned and shook my head. “I was promised kisses and ass grabs in exchange for a date to save you from your mother.”
And from the library lady…who may or may not know what was going on…that was still kind of unclear since Orlando didn’t think asking was safe.
“Oh.” Orlando went still but he was clearly processing not panicking. “You’re right.”
It was good to see we were on the same page with that, but what did that mean for him?
“I know.” Opening my door, I gave him another firm look that sent a shiver through him. “Wait for me.”
Oh, he liked that.
He was back to doing his adjust his hard cock wiggle he somehow thought was more subtle than actually grabbing himself. It wasn’t, but at least it wouldn’t get him in trouble in public. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” For being polite and understanding it was Dom time. “Good manners and being sweet for me will go a long way in getting another reward.”
He seemed to love the innocent routine now that he wasn’t actually quite so innocent, and since we were at the point where it was sexy and not so worrisome, I was going to encourage it.
I wasn’t sure if he’d learned it from Terrence or if it was something he’d come to appreciate about himself, but it seemed like it was going to be a fun way for him to drive me insane.
It was genetic.
He wasn’t going to be able to help it.
But I still reinforced the behavior as I opened his door and reached in to release his seat belt. “That’s my good boy.”
And if my hands grazed a bit too closely over his lap, it was a fun bonus for both of us.
“I…” He shivered as my fingers trailed just over his bulge and didn’t seem to feel the need to hide his reaction. “I like being good.”
That seemed like a sign we could continue, so I took his hand to get his attention. “Then let’s go inside so I can reward you.”
Orlando swallowed hard and seemed to really think about making his legs work so he could follow my instructions, but once he was upright, his focus snapped back to more important things than walking. “We can both enjoy my reward. That’s fine too.”
That was a clue that could have a variety of meanings, so I decided guessing might be a bad idea. Technically I had a reasonable idea of what kinds of things he’d like to explore, but he’d spent a lot of our time together little, which hadn’t given me a chance to ask specifics.
“Then let’s go figure out a couple of options for me to pick from.” I was still going to be in charge of the decision making, but I really needed a bit more information to make sure I was giving him something that he wanted.
“I…” Swallowing hard again, he blinked a few times as I shut the door and led him to the stairs. “I don’t have to ask for anything, do I?”
“No.” It was a good thing to clarify, though. “We’re going to fill out a limits list for you and then when I see your limits, I will decide what your reward will be.”
Relief seemed to rush through him as I confirmed he was not in charge. “Good…that’s…that’s good.”
Testing out something else that might be good, I released his hand and rested mine low on his back. “That’s right, because I need to know all my options so I pick out the best ones.”
As we climbed the steps, I let my hand slide lower and gave one cheek a squeeze before moving higher again. “It’d be terrible if I didn’t know what you were curious about and all you got was one tiny grope and a cheek kiss.”
Giving him an innocent peck that was more for our possible audience than it was for him got a sigh and a pout from my dramatic cutie. “That’s…well, I like gropes and kisses.”
Chuckling, I focused on the door just long enough to get it open. “But that’s not a big enough reward for how good you’ve been on our date, is it?”
“No, Sir.” Orlando seemed relieved to be able to shake his head and make sure I knew it wasn’t enough. “That’s nice but it’s not a big reward. I was very good. Very.”
As we went inside, he mumbled something about orgasms that wasn’t as quiet as he seemed to think it’d been but it also wasn’t loud enough for me to have heard it clearly. “Very good.”
Since that seemed to be an important point for him, I nodded. “You’re right, so we’re going to pick out some good rewards for us both to enjoy.”
“Yes. You…you need to enjoy my reward too.” His quick glance at the front of my pants wasn’t as subtle as he thought it was, but it gave me some information about what a reward for both of us might look like.
The fact that he seemed to be fairly orally inclined also reinforced that idea.
“But you’re in charge.” Nodding to himself, he seemed to relax more every time he pointed out that I was going to be making the decisions, so I decided to make sure he knew he didn’t have to make any of them.
Leading him over to the couch, I put a pillow on the floor in front of it and did my best to find my Dom headspace. Whatever he saw on my face sent a shiver through him and he reached over to tug on the front of his pants. “No.”
Hand freezing, he looked down and realized what he’d done. “Sorry. That’s rude.”
Well, technically?
Maybe?
“No, it’s just mine.” The dryly delivered line got a jolt from him and it seemed to fire right to his dick based on how he rocked his hips forward and whined.
“When you are in this house, that naughty cock of yours belongs to me. No touching. No tugging. No orgasming without permission. Is that clear?”
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
His eyes were the size of plates and he looked like a cartoon character, but after a few more seconds he nodded slowly. “Green. Yes. Green. Rules. You…you make rules.”
“That’s right.” And he seemed to approve of that based on how his hand had tried to jerk toward his dick again. “But you have to agree to the rules. You just told me you were green and you agreed to the rule, though. So there will be consequences if you disobey it.”
Oh, he was tempted.
Very tempted.
As I wondered if he’d ask about consequences or test me to see what would happen if he squeezed his dick again, his inner monologue must’ve decided that wasn’t a good idea. “I’ll be a good boy.”
For the time being.
But I could work with that and decided to reinforce the good behavior by wrapping my arm around him again and giving his ass another squeeze as I pulled him roughly against me. “I’m glad. I want to be able to reward you tonight. I’ll find a reason to punish you another time.”
He was back to being shocked, but it seemed to be a good thing based on the way he pressed closer to me. “You’re…you’re in charge.”
“Of you and your cock. Yes.” Massaging his ass to make sure he remembered all the parts I could claim ownership of, I kept his gaze on mine because that seemed to make his knees weak. “And of how I’m going to reward you.”
It wasn’t a question but he nodded anyway. “Green. Yes. I’m green.”
That was also something I was going to reinforce, so I hummed softly and leaned down to kiss right under his ear. “Good boy. Thank you for telling me what color you are.”
He let out the softest, sexiest moan but it quickly turned into a whine as I straightened. Orlando was nearly vibrating with something pent up inside him, but when he stayed quiet, I knew he was debating what would be good and what wouldn’t.
My naughty boy wasn’t going to lose his rewards.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Making it a simple order had relief popping out of him like a balloon.
“I wanted a real kiss. A mouth kiss. I promised you a grown-up kiss. I wanted to give you that. To let you take that. Yes. You’re taking the kiss I promised you.” When he reached the version he liked, the flood of information stopped and he just stared at me.
“You did a very good job of following my order. I’m going to remember that later.” For the time being, I gave his ass another firm squeeze that had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Ask me sweetly, though. How does my sweet boy ask for a kiss?”