Oh.
Had anyone told mehisname?
Nope, but I wasn’t going to worry about it because Owner would work.
“I told you the important parts.” Emerson shrugged. “He said his name is Ricky but he kind of winced so that might be a lie. I told you all the facts I knew that I was confident were true.”
Maybe hecouldread my mind?
I hadn’t winced.
“I like being called Ricky better.” That made it true. “You didn’t ask what was on my birth certificate.”
Owner chuckled but shook his head as he reached up and cupped my chin so I was looking at him. “What do you want to be called when we’re in public like this?”
In public?
“What will you call me when we’re alone?”
Shouldn’t I get a say in that?
“Whatever I want as long as you don’t safeword.” His words were firm and relaxed, but his fingers stroked my cheek. “What am I going to call you in public?”
Anything he wanted to.
No.
I was supposed to have limits…even I knew that part…and I also knew I needed to answer his question.
“Ricky, please.” Calling me Cedrick wouldnotmake me hard in any way and wouldn’t make me want to do naughty things either.
“Very good.” His faint smile said I’d done it right but I was pretty sure something naughty was in it too. “But if you’d answered the first time I might’ve rewarded you with a kiss or a happy little pat under the table.”
A kiss?
A pat?
Oh.
A pat.
“I…” He was looking at me like he was expecting a response but all I could think of was that he wanted to touch my dick. “I like rewards.”
Emerson’s sigh sounded like he was watching some kind of romance movie, but I was really hoping I was living out porn.
“Then be my good boy and answer the first time or safeword with a red or yellow and I’ll know we need to change what we’re doing.” Owner stroked his thumb over my lower lip. “Safewords are very important but kisses and rewards are nice too.”
He wanted to kiss me?
“I want to kiss you.” I knew that much even if the other stuff was harder to figure out. “Ask me something else.”
Hmm.
“Please.” Yes. Kenton had said Doms liked manners. “Oh, and thank you.”
That couldn’t hurt either.
Owner’s chest jerked but it didn’t feel like he was laughing at me. He was hugging me too tight for that and he kept stroking my face like he still wanted to make me orgasm. “What is something you’d like to know about me? I’m starting to wonder what Emerson said about me.”
