Chapter 14
Bastian
“You…you need to make sure I know how to be a good boy who gets rewards, though.” Looking eager and not nearly as worried as I thought he might end up being, Orlando glanced between me and the list. “My job is to answer honestly and yours is to make sure I have clear instructions.”
It might’ve been slightly manipulative, but I thought he was leaning more toward being sincere when he explained our roles.
“I read…I read a post from a guy…a sub…who had a relationship go bad and he said it was because they didn’t communicate right and it always felt like he had to read the Dom’s mind to figure out what he wanted.
” Orlando’s exploration into BDSM seemed to have been less about porn and more about first-person accounts of how it made other people feel.
I wasn’t sure how much that had influenced his own desires, but so far, I was glad he’d learned the most important aspects of a relationship like this…communication.
“I think a lot of people run into relationships like that on both sides, but you and I are both good at communicating when it comes to talking about what we need and want.” It seemed that way, at least. “We’re just taking that same idea to the next level.”
Nodding slowly, he focused back on the list. “Having it written out is nice and kind of strange. I’ve never had a list of stuff like this to talk about with anyone I wanted to…well…you know…I’m not sure how it would feel with someone else but you make it easy.”
He studied one of the limits for a second before he looked at me again. “Is this supposed to be harder?”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking, but knowing how much of a people pleaser he was, I wanted to answer it carefully. “Everyone feels differently about situations like this. I’m more of a fuck it if they don’t like me kind of person most of the time.”
That got a grin from him and a quiet snicker, pushing me to lean over and kiss his head. “Most of the time.”
Not with Orlando, but I was pretty sure he knew that.
“But I think for you, if you were truly uncomfortable going over the list with someone you were talking about doing a scene with, that means you weren’t supposed to do a scene with them.
” When his family wasn’t fucking with him, Orlando had good instincts about what he wanted.
“Just go with your gut and listen to that little voice that tells you if something is right or wrong.”
Something about his expression made me think he took the advice seriously, but it quickly shifted to something more mischievous as he gave me a quick peck. “Remember that later.”
Lord.
“I don’t want to know what you’ve done.” It was time for a distraction so he didn’t end up talking me into a punishment instead. “List time.”
Shifting my position so my legs were wrapped around him, I pointed to the top of the list. “These are in a slightly different order than I would’ve put them, but random works for the moment.”
Giving me a snicker, he wiggled in what seemed to be an attempt to get me to hold him tighter. “The person who made the list likes spankings.”
They seemed to enjoy a variety of impact play scenes, but most were so mild I thought Orlando would at least want to explore a few. “You’ve been very curious about going over my lap.”
Positioning my legs closer, I started running one hand over his chest to see if he would like that. I knew I’d guessed what he needed correct when he let out a sigh and leaned into my touch. “So first question, would that be something you want to try eventually or would that be a maybe?”
I let him squirm and give me dramatic sound effects for several long moments but eventually he slumped into me and let out a long sigh. “Yes.”
So much ridiculousness for a simple answer that wasn’t a surprise.
“Okay, let’s check off spankings then.” His self-restraint wasn’t the best, so I picked up my pen. “Can I mark this off for you?”
Nodding, he seemed less conflicted about that answer. “Yes, thank you.”
He was wonderfully insane.
With one part handled, I set down the pen and kissed his head again. “I clearly need to ask more questions about this, so I can do that slowly and work my way through a variety of them or you can just tell me what’s on your mind.”
As I gave him space to think and waited quietly, he went back to his delightfully ridiculous sound effects. He technically looked like an adult, but when he started his wiggles and drama it pointed out how much he didn’t want to be the grown-up.
“Orlando?” Giving him just a bit of Daddy voice, I dragged out his name slightly to make sure he knew we weren’t moving on without a conversation no matter how long it took.
“I’m going to talk.” Pouting adorably, he wiggled his head until I shifted the hand that’d been rubbing his back to stroke his head again.
Drama queen.
“I’m going to be good. I’m just slow. Slow isn’t bad. It’s me being thoughtful.” He said that so confidently I knew it had to have come from Terrence. “I’m taking your question very seriously. Rewards are important and I need to earn mine.”
He was clearly dragging his feet to make sure he didn’t have to answer anytime soon.
It was an interesting strategy but I could fight fire with fire.
“I’m glad you’re taking it seriously, but I was looking forward to getting to the next section because I shouldn’t move my hands any lower until we’ve touched base with it. ”
For a variety of reasons.
His gaze immediately jumped to the list again and I could feel the moment he realized that the next section was asking about something fun. “Oh.”
Yeah, we needed to confirm where on his body my hands could wander and explore before they moved any lower. No matter how clearly I could see that he liked my touch and he probably needed it on some level, I could not in good conscience grab his dick without asking about it first.
Where had my life gone that I was even thinking about grabbing Orlando’s cock?
His hard cock.
His needy hard cock.
No.
I was going to stay on track.
“But we’ll be patient. I have to admit that I like playing with your hair and rubbing your back, so I don’t mind keeping my touch to those kinds of places.
Since we’re back to having privacy, I shouldn’t even grab your ass until we talk about it.
” His long, deep sigh said he knew he was being fucked with but he couldn’t argue since it was technically the right thing to do.
That didn’t mean he was going to be fast about talking through whatever was on his mind, though.
It gave me time to think and make some educated guesses about what was coming, but I kept those to myself because I couldn’t always solve his problems through guessing. We needed to have conversations about problems and then I could solve them.
“I shouldn’t make assumptions about what you’re going to say about the touching part, but based on some things you’ve said, I think I know how that part of the list is going to go.”
I might not be able to just jump in and fix shit…but I could fuck with him.
Even Terrence would have to admit it was a Dom’s job.
“I could probably reward you fairly well without touching you in special places, but that’s going to depend on your views on humping or playing with yourself in front of me.”
Yep, fucking with him was fun.
His whine was a mix of frustration and desperation, but it also seemed to show he was weakening.
Sighing, I pointed lower on the list before going back to rub his chest. “And I can’t even think about offering to spank you tonight until I know if I can take off your pants.”
The list was all kinds of fucked up at least when it came to how it was organized, but it’d had a good mix of things I thought Orlando would be able to easily say yes to as well as included some of my favorite activities.
Like the breeding kink.
I might have to stop grumbling about Terrence since he’d already eased Orlando into that kink without seemingly realizing it.
Ugh.
I definitely owed him a present at Christmas at the very least.
“Spankings…spankings have to go on bare bottoms for safety.” Orlando’s drama receded as he gave me a new fact he’d learned.
“It’s to make sure the Dom or Daddy can see the skin and make sure it’s not too hard, because everyone’s bottom is different.
I didn’t know that. But it is. Doms like naked bottoms, though, too.
Everyone knows that. Terrence. The internet.
Even Leander had to admit it and he argues about everything Terrence says. ”
Because he was the smart one in their friendship.
“That’s right…on both counts.” Was he worried I didn’t want to see his ass? “I’m going to enjoy having you bent over for me and your bare bottom wiggling around no matter what it’s for. Spanking or another type of playtime.”
Ignoring how crazy it was to be having that conversation with Orlando, I shrugged and sighed. “I’m very patient, though.”
So we didn’t have to rush to get to that point…if that was the issue?
“Good Doms are patient.” Nodding slowly, it seemed more of a random fact than anything leading toward the problem.
The way he shifted his gaze back to the list said I was right even if I was still just guessing about the issue.
“And sometimes Doms know they don’t have to be patient and that’s okay. ”
Alrighty then.
We were making progress.
Had he been told real men go slow when it came to stuff like this?
What the fuck had someone told him?
“Patient can look like different things, though.” Shrugging, I tried to look casual and like this was just random ramblings. “We’ve known each other for a long time, so it’s not like you just met me off an app.”
Or like I was his Secret Santa Stalker.
Fucking insanity right there…for a few different reasons.
“But…but we don’t want to rush people and we don’t want to go too fast. It might be rude. First dates and all.” Orlando’s hesitant tone and scrunched-up face said he wasn’t sure about that part.