He groaned and fell into me, still clutching the bunny. “Names are so hard and mine is so terrible.”
“Then we’ll fix that. There are a lot of ways to handle it, but what is your legal name?” I had to have a place to start.
“Cedrick Ulrick Michelson.” He shuddered as I winced. “I sound like an eighty-year-old man who’s confused about what part of the world he’s from.”
Yep.
“Well, I can see the problem. Is there any part of your name you’re attached to?” I wasn’t going to take away something he liked.
“No. They’re not even family names.” He shrugged but his drama didn’t last long. “My mother wanted some kind of flowery hippy name that she doesn’t seem to remember anymore and my grandmother got angry when she talked about it, so no, it’s all terrible.”
“Then I’ll rename you.” It might take a while to get all the pieces together, but we weren’t in a hurry. “To start, we’ll take the cutest variation of your actual name and my doll will be Cece.”
“Oh.” He sat up so fast he nearly fell off the bed. “You can do that?”
“I’m your Owner. I can do whatever I want as long as…” Cece started nodding as I let the rest trail off.
“As long as I don’t safeword.” Finishing it up seemed to make it more real to Cece and he threw his arms around my neck, bunny and all. “You’re amazing. I love having an Owner.”
“I will accept the title of amazing Owner.” That got a giggle out of him, but he wasn’t in any hurry to pull away, so I kissed the side of his head. “And as your amazing Owner, it’s my responsibility to fix things that are bothering you. It doesn’t matter if it’s about your name or job or a kink you’re curious about.”
I’d handle as much of his life as he’d let me and I wanted to make sure we ironed that concept out right away.
“I don’t have a job so that’s one thing off your plate.” Cuddling back into me, Cece propped his bunny up on his lap and started stroking the ears. “I think the name thing is the only holdover from my past that’s driving me crazy, but I’ll let you know if my brain reminds me of something else.”
“Brains are difficult and like to pop out stuff at the most random times, so we’ll watch for it but I won’t worry.” I’d just check in with him on a regular basis. “We’re going to have good communication, though.”
Cece petted my chest and seemed to be trying not to giggle. “We are. Because that’s important.”
And he was willing to repeat that as often as he thought I needed to hear it.
“Perfect.” An aroused pretty boy would’ve been even better but we’d get him back to that point. Relaxed and happy was just as important sometimes. “Now I think it’s time for me to show you around the house while you show me your sexy body.”
Cece giggled for a moment but then went back to his suspicious look as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And? You’re forgetting something important.”
“I am?” Pretending to frown, I leaned back and studied him. “Did I promise you a snack? Dessert is important.”
He made a squeak before shaking his head. “You can’t distract me with that.”
So Grandma hadn’t liked dessert either?
“I make no promises on goodies.” They seemed like they’d be a decent bribe, so I was going to keep them in mind. “What else could we have talked about?”
His groan as he turned to frown at bunny was so cute I almost cracked up laughing. “He’s being silly with my orgasms. I know you don’t want one of those, and that’s okay, but I do, and now I’ve got to figure out how to wiggle and look pretty enough that he breaks.”
Brat.
I never realized they could be so cute.
Chapter 13
Cece
Ha.
He thought I was cute when I talked to my bunny.
“He probably forgot that I wanted to give him kisses.” I sighed and shrugged at bunny as Master tried to keep a straight face and look boring. “Do you think he forgot that I’ve never kissed a penis? Not even my own because I’m not flexible enough for that.”
