“Emerson said he’s just your type, though.” Luca kept coming back to that like he knew just how tempting it was…because he did. His journey to finding Emerson had been ridiculously stressful but mine was just annoying. “I’ve been assured he’s curious, but yes, slightly confused. He’s also impulsive and hasn’t had much sexual experience outside of porn and let’s call it studying the L and L website.”
Good fucking grief.
“How has my love life gotten to the point where you think this is reasonable?” It should not be this hard to meet people.
“Because you’re cranky and explain this kink worse than I do?” Luca might’ve been right but he left out the point where I was a lot less conflicted than he’d been before he’d met Emerson.
I might’ve been an asshole, but I was an asshole who knew what he liked.
“The first thing I’m going to do is—”
“Say hello to the pretty doll I’m hand-delivering.” Emerson’s interruption probably felt well-timed to him because he gave me a raised eyebrow and frowned at me as he magically appeared beside the table. “Right?”
“No.” Focusing on the man beside him that technically checked off every one of my kinky boxes, I ignored how sexy he was and stayed on track. “The first thing I’m going to do is ask your new friend if he feels safe or wants to leave. You can’t just steal people from coffee shops no matter what logic you try to use.”
That had the boy smiling before he tried to smooth it out into a neutral expression as he gave me a little wave. “And the first thing I’m going to do is say hello because I can’t think ofanything else to say. But yes, I think I feel safe? He’s just…bossy? Is that the right word?”
Probably not.
“I’m pretty sure that’s too polite, but Luca likes the behavior so we’re not going to worry about it because we’re not dating him.” Patting the bench beside me, I decided to give the boy some space from his abductor. “Now, physically you’re my type and I have no issue with you needing to be watched carefully or exploring your sexuality, but if you would like to leave, I will help you get back home and won’t be upset.”
We both ignored Emerson’s long sigh and the way he collapsed into his Owner. “I worked so hard and now he’s ruining it. Doms always make things more difficult than they need to be.”
The boy looked like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to roll his eyes or laugh, but he settled on inching closer to the booth. “Emerson thinks I’d look cute dressed up in different things and he says being a doll isn’t hard since you have to do all the work.”
Okay, well if that was the way the conversation was going…
“Yes, you’re going to look adorable dressed up, but sexy as well, so don’t take the adorable thing the wrong way.” He was small enough I wasn’t sure if he’d have an issue with the description or not. “I enjoy a variety of looks on a doll and I think you could pull them off very well. But being still while I’m playing with you isn’t easy because most people want to wiggle and squirm.”
“And I’d be pretending to be a doll.” It wasn’t really a question but I nodded anyway. It seemed to be an acceptable response, though, because he shifted closer again until his legswere touching the end of the bench. “Emerson says dolls get good orgasms and lots of cuddles.”
I guaranteed Emerson said a lot more than that, but it seemed like the boy had picked his favorite parts. “I think those are good points to focus on. The limits are negotiated, of course, but a certain amount of touch and cuddling can’t be avoided. Orgasms are technically something we could limit, but one of my favorite parts is making my partner come, so that might be difficult for me in the long run.”
He blinked a few times before slowly lowering himself until he was perched on the edge of the bench. It was good he had some self-preservation instincts but it looked uncomfortable. “I don’t really have any experience that would be helpful with this situation.”
“From what I understand you don’t seem to have any experience at all, so one, we’re not going to worry about that part, and two, it’s erotic, so youreallydon’t need to worry about it.” I wasn’t sure if that’d been too honest for him, but it had him sliding further onto the bench.
So just the right amount of honesty?
“You like it?” Blinking, he frowned before I could answer. “Was he supposed to tell you that?”
“For polite manners, no.” I wasn’t going to lie about that no matter how much drama was coming from across the table. “Technically those kinds of intimate details are kept between the parties discussing them unless everyone agrees otherwise. In this case, they were tempting me with how many of my kinks you line up with because I thought this was insane.”
“It is? I’m glad you said that because Emerson and his friends kept making it out to be perfectly normal.” The boy gaveEmerson a quick glance before coming back to me. “I’m not always good at figuring out boundaries and what other people expect.”
He also had impulse control issues and was easily led into ridiculous situations.
“If you become my sub, you’d come to me with questions about what’s reasonable and appropriate. Then I’d give you limits to work within or tell you that you couldn’t do it.” I glared at Emerson and Luca for a split-second. “Like letting someone who’s basically a stranger drag you to meet another stranger to talk about scenes and sexual topics.”
“I know a lot about him, so I’m not sure that counts as him being a stranger.” The boy’s logic was worse than Emerson’s. “And people on TV do double date stuff all the time. It seems like it’s the same in real life.”
Keeping him safe was going to be a full-time job.
“Stalking him at work and through the ridiculous amount of information he puts online is not the same thing as actually knowing him, and yes, double dates are a thing, but you should’ve gotten to know Emerson and his friends more before you trusted their judgment.” A very full-time job. “At least hanging out in public a few times until they’ve proven themselves to you.”
“Well, I didn’t.” He cocked his head as he watched me closer. “What now, then?”
“Now we get to know one another so you can see if you think we have chemistry on your side and if you think you can trust me with your body.” And we’d see if I thought his judgment could be trusted with making those decisions. “Then we’ll establish limits and after dinner we’ll take a few steps in exploring moreintimate activities so you can decide if you want to explore being my doll.”
