My boy didn’t seem to notice them, though. He ignored everything he didn’t want to hear and focused his needy gaze back on me. “Where can I touch you once we get to that point?”
My curious boy.
“Anywhere.” The simple answer sent another shiver through him but didn’t derail him too long. “But what did you have to do to get to touch me?”
“And come.” Both hands were now on his thighs, but he leaned close again and pressed his compact little body against my arm. “Tonight. I want that to be a rule too. If I submit—and you have to explain what that looks like—but if I submit then I get to touch your body as long as it’s places you like and I get an orgasm.”
Greedy boy…but I liked that because I could use it as long as we steered it in appropriate directions.
“I think those are fair rules for tonight, but I control how you get to orgasm this time because it’s not a reward, and yes, I will explain what submission will look like between us.” We weren’t going to leave it up to his impulsive brain or he’d end up in a chastity device just because he’d seen it online.
“Deal.” He gripped his thighs tighter as he nodded frantically. “Yes. That.”
“Good boy.” But first we had to get through dinner without him orgasming at the table or vibrating apart and shattering into a thousand pieces. “Now, would you like to have me wrap my arm around you and hold you tight while we have dinner and get to know each other, or would you like me to have us moved to a table where you can get space to think more clearly?”
“Oh, I know that one.” Emerson’s raised hand was what made the whole thing ridiculous, but I managed to ignore it.
“I have no desire to think clearly.” My boy’s earnest admission made me smile. “Hold me, please. Owner?”
He didn’t sound nearly as ridiculous as Emerson when he said it.
“Sir will work for now, but we’ll talk about that later as long as you’re good.” I’d have to be flexible on that definition based on the way his hands kept jerking but his nod said he was going to try.
“I’ll be good. Yes.” He was nearly on top of me, but stopped squirming once I wrapped my arm tightly around his body and pinned his arms to his torso. “Oh…that’s…”
Good, based on his moan.
“You said I can’t come in public.” Emerson’s pout at Luca was funnier than he probably meant for it to be. “Why does he get to?”
“He isn’t going to come at the table.” The way Luca glared at me had anor elsekind of quality to it, but that was because he knew his boy behaved worse than mine. Emerson just looked more innocent and made people think he was being reasonable.
My boy simply needed some work.
And a name.
“Not unless I allow it.” That had every inch of my boy clenching like he was one deep breath away from an orgasm. “But he’s not going to come now because I want to see his body when I give him his first orgasm from his Owner.”
“Oh wow.”
Okay, hopefully I’d be able to see his body when I gave him his first orgasm.
Chapter 3
Ricky
Maybe Emerson hadn’t been fucking with me?
Owners really seemed to be much easier to get to know than regular guys.
He was going to handle all the sexual stuff and make all the decisions and he was hot in anold enough to know what he was doingkind of way.
Wow.
“If he gets an orgasm, I want to renegotiate our limits on that.” Emerson was always dramatic but the words didn’t make any sense.
Who was going to orgasm?
“He and I have a few things to discuss before we get to that point.” My Dom frowned at Emerson, making me think I needed to pay more attention to the conversation. “Because while you told me everything you know about his sexual history, you didn’t tell me his name.”
