I hadn’t, so he was right.
“I need you to make sure I understand anything in your life that is splinter-level traumatic.” Because that wasn’t acceptable. “I may not be able to guess and I know I don’t have those kinds of things on my limits list because there are too many options.”
Letting out a long breath, he seemed relieved but I wasn’t sure if it was because I was taking it seriously or if it was because he’d told me about the issue in general. “I don’t know what else should go on the list.”
Before I could respond, he straightened and aimed a very serious expression in my direction. “That’s a reasonable answer. You said so and so did Emerson.”
“You’re right.” And he was going to remember that too. “You answered right away and explained that you couldn’t think of anything else that should go on the list. That was a very good answer and it means we’ll handle those as they come up.”
I was going to need to start making notes so I didn’t forget anything.
“You remembered.” Immediately brightening, he gave me a quick cheek kiss and went back to focusing on the table. “I’ve never had anything like that in my butt.”
He was adorable.
“There’s a first time for everything.” I could size it down but I didn’t think that was necessary or what he was trying to say. “It can be removed and I have other options that will attach, but this one will give you a nice stretch without being too big.”
Glancing not-so-subtly in the direction of my groin, his gaze flicked back and forth. “You’re bigger than the toy?”
It wasn’t a tiny toy, so I wasn’t offended as I nodded. “Yes. So this will be either a good warm-up to having my cock inside you or an easy toy to take during playtime.”
If he’d never used a toy like that, what had he played with?
“What kind of toys or objects have you put inside your rectum?” I was prepared for anything from fingers to bananas and made sure to keep my expression neutral. I’d react and set boundaries after he’d shared what ridiculous thing he’d done.
“Um, I have a thin little stick thing that hits my prostate. It’s nice.” The memory had him doing a shimmy with his hips, so it was clear he was being honest about it. “I thought I might just be annoying and straight when I was younger, so I didn’t poke at it much.”
In what universe would he ever be straight?
He reached out and ran one finger along the length of the toy. “Then I found more interesting stuff online and I discovered the bi-curious people and the bi people. Then I found Leashes & Lace and I decided they were much more interesting than women.”
Agreed…for a variety of reasons.
“I’m pretty sure it turned out that I liked the feminine part of women and how bossy they are, but didn’t actually like the girl parts that much.” He shrugged like it wasn’t that much of an issue. “Emerson said I probably can’t claim to be bi if I just like how pretty they are and don’t actually want to touch them.”
“I’m honestly not sure how that kind of a scale works but if you think describing yourself as bi feels right then that’s what we’ll go with.” He didn’t seem to need me to be feminine to be attracted to me, but it wasn’t my label, so I didn’t need to worry about it.
“Scales are confusing and so are definitions sometimes, but I have an Owner now, so it’s not important.” Since he seemed to believe that, I nodded and let him go back to studying the fake cock on the chair, but the list of questions I had for him was growing ridiculously long.
“I think that’s reasonable.” For him it was. “What do you think about the chairs or having a tea party?”
“That tea parties are going to be naughtier than I originally expected.” He did another wiggle and clenched his ass cheeks. “And that I should’ve explored my ass more.”
Okay, I was an asshole that was talking about his asshole…because I laughed.
He tried to sigh and frown at me, but it didn’t work or last very long. “You like how untouched my asshole is.”
It wasn’t a question but I nodded. “Oh yes, and I also love the way you describe things, so I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.”
“You’re very cute.” His smile said possibly confusing as well, but he didn’t linger on that part. “I’m glad you’re going to help me explore ass things, though.”
“I’m not sure you’re allowed to keep saying things that make me even harder.” Making an obvious adjustment to my erection had his gaze dropping again. “I’m trying to be a good Owner.”
My boy licked his lips as my dick seemed to take up all his ability to process. “Owners need attention too. But the internet and the guys at Leashes & Lace said Dom attention and sub attention can be different.”
“Correct.” Assuming we were talking about emotional and physical attention, I ran my hand over my bulge and gave it a squeeze. “I thoroughly enjoy seeing you dressed up for me and playing with you, so that kind of attention makes me very happy. But I’m going to enjoy using your body to come as well.”
Whatever he was picturing had a shiver racing through him but he kept his hands off his cock. “I know I get my orgasm later because I’ve been good and you promised I’d get at least one, but I think I’d like to see you come too.”
