My eyebrows lifted, and I exhaled a laugh. “Well, I’m flattered to be part of a somewhat exclusive club. Who are the others?”
He grinned impishly. “Mister Colt, Mister Reese, and Mister KC.”
Solid group.
Greer shook his head in amusement. “Erik went through the online albums from our recent events and decided he had to come down here and visit the community. He’s also on a mission for his Daddy—to see if they should relocate from New York to Virginia.”
“And to possibly find play partners!” Erik added. “Daddy and I like to have fun with others sometimes.”
How about that. “So you have a packed schedule while you’re here.”
He nodded proudly.
Greer clapped the boy on his shoulder. “Our food should be here any minute, so I’ll go out front. You wanna stay here with Ash?”
“Yes, Sir.” Erik wasted no time. He sat down next to me. “I have studied your online profile like a good boy, and I have questions.”
Greer and I chuckled, and we exchanged a brief look, a silent understanding passing between us. I’d keep an eye on Erik until Greer was back. If the kid was in the middle of regression, it might be necessary.
“First of all, what’re you doing, Sir?” Erik pointed at the knife I was working on.
“I’m dulling the edge.” I ran the sandpaper along the blade and showed him. “It’s to make it safe for knife play. I’m hosting a demo for Tops tonight.”
“Cute Littles who like knife play such as myself can’t come?”
Hewasfucking cute.
“Not this time,” I said. “We don’t want the bottoms to know all the tricks in fear play.”
It was up to each Dom how much they wanted to divulge.
On the other hand, I’d planned on asking Kingsley if I could borrow Tate to demonstrate some things on. But knowing their kinks, maybe I should consider Erik instead. Tate was definitely one of those primal prey who didn’t want too much information before a fear-play event.
“Makes sense,” Erik answered with a nod. “So…you’re a Daddy Dom and Sadist and Primal Predator, according to your profile.”
“Correct,” I chuckled.
“But you’re listed as married to Rigger, or whatever his real name is, and he’s a Dom and rope rigger.”
“Yup, yup. Nate—he’s my husband.”
“Right. I can’t math that. Are you open? Where do the subs come in?”
That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?
“We’ve had some casual play with subs,” I settled for saying. It wasn’t technically wrong. It’d just been a long-ass time.
Maybe too long.
“Interesting…” Erik planted his elbow on the table and his cheek in his hand as he watched me. “Master Greer says you’re wicked in a good way. I like wickedness.”
The boy wasn’t subtle.
“What else did Master Greer say?”
“That you and your husband are very nice, but you’re not lifestyle kinksters. And then he said I’d have to ask you myself and that I ask a lot of questions.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Yeah, that sounds like him. But questions are good. Better to ask too many than not enough.”
