Good grief, we were not using either of them as the basis for any kind of reasonable behavior…and at some point I was going to figure out how to explain that without sounding like a judgmental asshole.
“Which option are you going to pick?” No matter which, he needed to see I would follow through on what I’d said and that I wouldn’t end our relationship over something as silly as him being worried and dramatic.
“Um.” Crashing into me, he didn’t seem scared, so I simply held him as he decided how ridiculous he was going to be. “I don’t think I’m going to like standing in the corner. That seems…no, I’d rather not do that.”
Since that wasn’t unexpected, I nodded. “Alright.”
Not giving him anything else to work with drama-wise got another sigh from him but he didn’t pick up his head off my shoulder. If he was still cuddling and working his ass cheeks over my erection, I didn’t have anything to worry about.
“I think…I think option one. Please?” Sitting up, he frowned at me. “What kind of manners do I use here? You’re going to spank me but asking nicely seemed like the right response.
Because he was a Dom-pleasing sub at heart and had just met the wrong people when he’d tried dating before.
“I think Eli and Emerson would both tell you that manners couldn’t hurt when it comes to fixing the situation.” Ugh. I’ddone it too. “It’s also probably instinct on some level because you’re a good boy at heart and you don’t like being naughty.”
Curling back into me as he pouted again, his sigh sounded slightly less dramatic that time. “I don’t but sometimes being good is very hard.”
“That’s why you have a Master who’s going to spank your pretty bottom sometimes to help you remember to be a good boy.” I really was going to be very helpful. “Now, let’s start with answering my question.”
Groaning, he curled onto his side and snuggled against me. “I think I like the idea of doing the modeling but it was just as a fantasy. I’m not…I’m not ugly but they’re…and they have so much energy and they’re so…I’m just not that.”
Alright, that was a step in the right direction.
Going back to gliding, I smiled as he started to relax again but I didn’t let how cute he was distract me. “First, I want you to picture the models on the site.”
I might not know them well but I’d looked around the website a few times after Luca said he was dating one of the guys who worked there.
“I can do that.” Rubbing his face against my chest, he made a soft, happy sound. “You smell good.”
“Thank you, pretty boy.” He didn’t seem to be trying to distract me but between how sexy he was and how his whole body was rubbing against me, I had to work at staying on track. “Now, do all the models look like Eli or Emerson?”
They didn’t look anything like each other either, but they were his frame of reference so they’d work for now.
“Um, no.” Finally sounding thoughtful and not simply dramatic, he started petting my chest as his brain hopefully went in the direction I was steering us. “They’re all different because good marketing means you have to show the lingerie on different body types.”
He really had been watching them entirely too closely.
“But they’re all—”
I cut him off with a sharp sound before he could get himself in more trouble by putting my pretty boy down.
“Are they all loud and bossy?” I knew we were making progress when he just shook his head. “Are they all shy and blushing?”
“No, Master.” His pout that time seemed aimed at himself and not me. “I’m sorry.”
“You were being mean to my pretty boy and I can’t have that.” I sighed, sounding just as dramatic as he had. “The only thing worse would’ve been to be mean to my doll.”
“No. We don’t do that.” He mumbled something about not doing that anymore, but I pretended not to hear. “We’re nice to your toys.”
“That’s right.” But that didn’t mean he’d get a better self-image right off the bat. “What I think you meant to tell me was that you were worried you didn’t know how to be a model and you didn’t know the tricks to looking like they do on camera.”
It was a skill just like any other.
“You’ve got a lot of personality and you look very attractive in your outfit right now, but if you’d like, we could ask Emerson to help us do a photo shoot so you could practice and see if youliked it.” I had no idea if he’d have fun with it or if he’d get bored as soon as he realized how much work was involved, but it wouldn’t be hard to set up. “His Owner is a good photographer too.”
He usually only used it for his own art, though, because the only dramatic nut he wanted to work with was his doll.
“I’m not bad at it but I’ve never photographed people like that before. I’ve only done sculptures and things like that.” I wasn’t sure if working with live models would be the same or not, but I was betting not.
