“You’d be in charge.” He kissed my cheek before turning back to the bear and poking his ass. “You play with your toys and the toys just have fun.”
“Alright.” My being in control wasn’t a hardship. “Is playing with my toys like that something we need to put limits on and take our time discussing, or is it something that we’ll do if it comes up?”
The cute cocked head came back but he was still relaxed against me as he started petting the teddy bear’s head. “I think we do it if it comes up and then I’ll figure out limits?”
Peeking over at me, he shrugged. “I don’t think I’ll know my limits before we try it. Sorry.”
“I’m glad you realized that might make me nervous, but in this case it’s understandable.” I’d given him something completely new to think about. “But that means we’re going to keep our safewords in mind and bring up any issues. Neither of us are mind readers and we’ll remember that.”
Nodding, he kissed my cheek again. “That’s right. We’re both going to keep our safewords in mind.”
We both knew he was poking at me on that one, but since he wasn’t exactly wrong to question me, I didn’t argue with him. “Yes. Communication is important and we can stop scenes or slow them down at any point.”
Curling into me, my pretty boy sighed and studied the variety of stuffed animals on the bed. “You couldn’t decide which ones I’d like, could you?”
“No.” Laughing, I shrugged. “So I picked out a variety of them.”
He seemed to think that was silly, but his smile was cute as he started sorting through the options. “Oh, no bottom. So he just wants to be cuddled and watch. There’s one of the models who’s like that. He just wants to be cuddled and watch their shenanigans.”
He knew way too much about those men.
Before I could decide how to point that out…again…he wrapped his arms around a rabbit with floppy ears and changed gears. “We need to continue our tour and then you need to tease me more so we can have orgasm time later.”
My bossy boy wiggled his ass as he held up the rabbit and gave him a cheek kiss too. “Floppy’s going to watch.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that but my boy handled that by aiming wide eyes at me. “Floppy says you’re going to think we’re cute when I carry him around while dressed up in my nightie.”
Floppy might not have a bottom but he’d clearly been listening to the ones who did.
“Floppy might be right.” I shrugged like it was just a casual conversation. “You’re cute and you just keep getting cuter.”
His giggle said he liked that too.
“Thank you, Master.” He liked it so much I got another cheek kiss. “I think I like being cute.”
I was glad we were both on the same page with that one, so I kissed his head. “I can’t wait to hear what else you like.”
He scrunched up his face and looked around the room before going back to studying Floppy. “I’m going to like some of my chairs and my bunny. I’m going to like looking pretty because that’s more fun than I thought it would be, and I knew it’d be fun because the models love it.”
I hoped they did but I was going to have to start following all these people closer because I’d only met a handful of them socially.
“And as you find other things you like, I’m going to be the first person you tell.” Yeah, I needed to spell that out because his head cocked again like I was the bear with a fuckable ass. “I’m more important than Emerson or Eli or any of the other models. I get to be told first.”
“Oh.” It was like a light bulb had gone off over his head and he sat up straighter. “We found something you’re jealous about. That’s fun too.”
Brat.
I might’ve glared at him but he snickered and kissed my cheek again. “You’re so cute, Master.”
No.
“I will not concede to being cute.” Because he found that to be hilarious based on the way his shoulders were shaking as he barely managed not to laugh. “I will, however, find you cute and show you around my house while I play with your panties and give you more kisses.”
He pretended to look suspicious and study me. “And?”
Cheeky cutie.
“And figure out what I’m going to call you because I’m sorry but you’re not a Ricky.” Maybe at some points when he was at his most vanilla out in public, but I wasn’t even sure it’d work then. Especially if Emerson was right about the way my boy winced when he said his name.
