Chapter 19
Palmer
Well, we’d figured out a few things. Ferris liked his new toy. Ferris worked with assholes. Ferris liked his asshole being played with. Ferris could not panic and get fingered at the same time. Ferris liked his prostate too.
Overall I was going to count it as a productive learning experience depending on the outcome. But first he needed a reward and hopefully a relaxing time that would leave him feeling positively about his prostate.
Judging by the soft moans and sighs he was giving me, I was pretty sure we were already at the positive feelings point but I wanted to see what would happen next. So I made slow circles over that fun little button and held him on my lap.
With his eyes still closed and wrapped up tight, he looked adorable but his hips were rocking in a wonderfully adult way that said he was having fun. He’d liked being fucked with my finger, but this was taking it up a notch.
He was going to end up complaining that his body didn’t work for him the same way it did for me, but that was an issue we’d tackle another time.
“You’re being so good for me.” My favorite part about the whole thing was that he’d been practicing making sure he could relax is ass correctly. “Now, tell me which you like better.”
Shifting to almost plucking it had him gasping and a shiver raced through him. “That. That is very much better. Option B.”
“I think this is already on the positive side but let’s keep experimenting.” With the conversation part of our scene over for the time being, I eased almost all the way out and thrust back in harder. I didn’t want him to think clearly anytime soon so we were going to take things up a notch.
Just like everything else we’d tried, soft was relaxing but harder was better.
“Oh...that’s...yes...C. Option C.” He was so earnest I couldn’t laugh, but his excitement was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen. “Two fingers, please. That’s...that’s supposed to be...oh yes...that’s much better.”
His body couldn’t seem to decide how it wanted to react, but he snuggled closer to me as he rocked and clenched around my fingers. “The...the internet is so smart.”
Those were dangerous words but his earnestness was just as cute as his excitement. “You were just meant to be my boy and you needed me to fill you up.”
Whatever label he gave himself, he’d need to add enthusiastic bottom to the description.
“My cock is going to feel so good against your button too.” I gave him a taste by thrusting hard against his prostate as I bottomed out as far as my fingers would go.
Yep...an enthusiastic bottom.
Two well-aimed thrusts were all it took to have his body tightening around me as his orgasm ripped through him.
It hadn’t been my goal but I was going to put it in the positive column based on how he cried out and cum dripped out of his still-trapped cock.
When he finally relaxed back against me, I eased my fingers out and held him as he floated. His eyes were still closed but he was leaning against me like every muscle in his body had gone lax. I just held him and waited while he soaked up what seemed to be wonderful feelings.
After a while he shifted and turned his head to rub his face against my shoulder. “Eventually I’m going to be very frustrated that you made that happen so easily.”
He was the cutest sub I’d ever met.
“Nope. You’re going to be happy that you have a Dom who’s proficient in giving you pleasure. We found something that I think you liked. Our experiment is a success and I’m very proud of that. So you can’t be upset.” Framing it that way got a sigh from him.
As he mulled that over, I kissed his head and shifted from teasing to practical. He liked practical. “We can’t tickle ourselves. It’s some kind of actual brain response. I don’t remember what it is. I think I only heard the explanation once.”
When he hummed an agreement, I took that as permission to keep going. “Your brain also seems to run continuously. You need a bit of help turning it off enough for you to relax. Without being relaxed you can’t feel the pleasure.”
I thought it was a logical sequence of issues even if it frustrated him.
“If you want we can work on figuring out a process that will help you to relax and achieve an orgasm you find truly pleasurable on your own. This is a reminder you don’t need, but I’m your Dom. I like being in charge of your orgasms. It’s high on my fun things about being a Dom list.”
That got a giggle out of him, so I decided we were moving back in the right direction. “Just thinking about being the one to make the decisions about when you would orgasm and how you’d get that pleasure makes me hard.”
His pleased smile had me snuggling him tighter against me. “Seeing you so relaxed and caged is making me very hard too, but we’re going to wait to come back to that.”
Sighing, Ferris nodded. “You know I have questions.”
Yep.
“I thought you might.” At the very least, his day had been incredibly long and we still had a few things we needed to discuss. “Again, I’m your Dom and it’s my job to help in these situations.”
I wasn’t sure how that was processing but he nodded. “The internet said so. It feels wrong and right at the same time, though. Adults are always told to handle their problems on their own.”
“You’re an adult and you’re handling the problem by bringing it to an outside expert in explaining assholes.” So, still my job. “I’m also quickly becoming an expert in Ferris-ology, so the logic applies from that angle too.”
Curling into me, he let out another happy sigh as I stroked his back. “That’s one of the things I like best about you. Making me feel nice is good too.”
Adorable.
“I’m glad that’s the order. It makes me feel important.” Framing it that way might’ve been what had him chuckling.
“Doms are very interesting.”
I was pretty sure that was code for weird, but we had very different points of view.
“Do you think Harvey was right?” The question was just vague enough I wasn’t sure where to start.
Nothing else?
“You are very smart and we both know that.” I figured starting with the obvious was best under the circumstances. “You’ve been very patient with him but he’s been deliberately difficult to work with. I know that just from the handful of situations that have popped up over the past two weeks.”
The guy was a deliberate asshole.
“He seems incredibly jealous that you’re good at your job and find organizing the data to be easy. Instead of asking for help he seems to be making the situation harder for you in some kind of weird payback scheme. It’s literally the worst way to handle this.”
Logic had long since left the building with that moron which was why Ferris was having such a hard time dealing with him.
“He’s not making rational decisions and that’s making it even more difficult for you to work with him. You like common sense and rational processes. He doesn’t have either of those.” There was no way Ferris’s boss hadn’t missed this.
My boy liked his boss and the guy seemed to understand Ferris, so I was hoping he’d step in and start fixing shit.
“It might be a good idea to document all the past issues you can remember and if he doesn’t get fired to keep track of them going forward.” I wasn’t sure going back would help but it couldn’t hurt.
“I already have that. I keep a...I guess it’s a diary of work notes and I update it at the end of every day. Well, not today. I was too upset.”
That was not a surprise.
Neither was his frustrated tone.
“You can go in a few minutes early tomorrow and update your notes then. I know it’s going to feel wrong but you’ll feel better once it’s done and you can start the rest of your routine.
” His huff said he knew I was right but something about how still he’d gone left me waiting to see what would come next.
He didn’t make me wait long before letting out a long sigh. “Most people don’t need the amount of routine that I do.”
I knew where he was going but I deliberately ignored it for the moment. “Most people could use it. They’re unprepared for work and they bounce around like rabbits. Having routines makes you happy and helps keep you productive. Pick something else to feel bad about.”
Oh, that huff.
He was so cute when he wanted to stomp and pitch a fit.
“Most people understand emotional responses and can predict behavior better than I can.” He said it almost challengingly, so I had to shrug.
“People are irrational. I got screamed at last week in the grocery store by a woman having a meltdown because none of the bananas were green enough. I don’t work for the grocery store and I don’t control the bananas.
She knew both of those, but somehow, she thought I was the person to unload on. I was not.”
People were insane.
“Something must’ve gone very wrong in her life, but it’s not right to scream at you.”
Or to try to throw one of the bananas at me.
“The store manager showed up quickly, so I’m thinking she’d already been a fun bundle of sunshine to other shoppers.” I hadn’t said anything offensive, though, so I hadn’t felt the need to apologize for anything in the situation.
“What were you buying? You don’t like bananas.” His confused tone made me smile.
“First, thank you for remembering.” That was something he excelled at.
“It makes me feel important. Second, you’re right.
I was shopping for apples because I’d been thinking about making you a special dessert but none of them looked fresh enough.
I might need a new grocery store. The produce at the one closest by me has gone downhill lately. ”
“They have to pay extra to be first on the delivery route. Your store here might’ve stopped paying to be higher on the list.” Ferris was a font of helpful information. “We’ll find a better one for you.”
“Thank you for your help. I didn’t know that about the produce but it makes sense.” Something had clearly changed and I didn’t like it. “What do you think about taking a field trip to look at some other grocery stores this weekend?”
“Sure.” He patted my chest. “I want my dessert.”
Laughing, I kissed his head again. “Deal.”
Sounding lighter, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It seemed to help steady him because he sounded closer to neutral as he started again. “He used inappropriate language but what it translates into is that Harvey thinks I’m autistic.”
So Ferris hadn’t known that?
“Is there a question hidden in that statement? Do you have thoughts about his accusation or the label?” I was not just going to start randomly offering my thoughts on that until I knew what he was thinking.
“I...” Pausing, he took another deep breath and let it out slowly. We’d been practicing that because he wasn’t always good at it, so I was glad to see it happening without needing a prompt. “I think I have a question but I’m not sure what I’m thinking.”
Or probably feeling.
“Let’s start with a reminder that I like being your Dom and I don’t need you to change.” With the Harvey situation, I wasn’t sure if that would be easy to remember. “I’m here to help you sort through anything, though.”
Oh, that sigh.
“You agree with him.” His dejected tone had me snorting.
“I will not agree to anything he says on principal. He’s rude and not very smart. There are literally help videos for anything to do with Excel. He’s not smart enough to search YouTube on his phone to find someone to explain it to him.” Everyone knew where to go for information like that.
Everyone.
Finally sitting up, he opened his eyes and scrunched up his face. “I thought about that but I wasn’t sure it was polite to point out.”
My boy was too polite.
“We don’t have to be polite when it’s just us talking about assholes.” Shrugging, I stole a quick kiss to make him smile. As he shook his head and tried to look serious, I poked his nose. “The people. Not the body part.”
And the smile I wanted peeked through.
“You’re going to distract us.” He huffed and jerked but I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he looked down at his arms. “I forgot I was restrained. I tried to cross my arms. That was weird.”
I wasn’t going to point out it was also distracting.
“Are you asking to be released?” I didn’t think so but I asked just in case.
“It was just weird.” Looking back up at me, he squared his shoulders. “I had a foster mother when I was younger tell my case worker that she wanted to get me tested but I was moved shortly after that. I thought it meant she had to be wrong but maybe not.”
Maybe someone just hadn’t wanted to do their job.
“I’m glad you had people who tried to help you even if it didn’t work out.” He’d gotten the shaft when it’d come to foster issues even if he didn’t always seem to recognize it. “I think you’ve grown up into an amazing person, though.”
I could see him keeping that fact at the front of his mind, but his frown said it wasn’t the only thing percolating in there.
“Why do you deal with me so well?”
That was not what I thought he’d ask.