Sometimes having a smart Master was frustrating.
“I think that’s a wonderful change.” He kissed my head as he locked the door. “We could do that here for meals if you’d like that.”
“Is that something other subs do or would it just be an us thing?” I couldn’t remember seeing that online.
“I know of other subs who kneel for dinner or have other specific things related to their submission, but I don’t think I know anyone specifically.” Giving me his thinking frown, Master swung my hand as we went upstairs. “I know a couple in an age play relationship where the sub has a highchair in the kitchen for when he’s little but that’s not the same.”
And it didn’t seem like something Master wanted to do with his doll but that was probably because it’d require too much moving.
“What do you think about lap-sitting meals?” I thought he’d like it, but I asked anyway once we got to the bed and he stripped off my shirt. “Your opinion matters too.”
“Because we both have limits.” My smiling Master gave me a quick kiss before he hopped me up on the bed to take my shoes off. “I think we’d need to make sure I could hold you safely in the chairs in the kitchen.”
Oh, he had interesting worries.
He tipped me back onto the bed to take my pants off before I could tell him that, though. “Maybe a chair with one sturdy arm so I can use that to steady you?”
That was smart.
“Curved to fit your back, maybe.” Frowning, he laid my pants on the end of the bed before peeling down my still boring undies. “Yes, we can make that work. I’m just going to need someone to build it for me.”
As my underwear joined the clothes pile, he flicked my cock to make it bounce and leaned over to brush his lips against mine. “I don’t have the right tools for that, but I do have the right skills to use my sexy boy as inspiration.”
I liked being inspiration…and I was going to like naked cuddle time too.
Chapter 26
Leo
His hungry expression said Master was getting naked for cuddle time too, so I didn’t ask for his opinion as I slowly started taking off my clothes as he did a little happy dance on the bed. “What meals could I eat on your lap?”
“All of them you eat here?” I couldn’t see a reason not to besides making sure the meals weren’t too messy. “That’s going to depend on schedules for work and friends and things like that, but breakfast and dinner most days is very reasonable.”
“I don’t have friends so that’ll cut down on people interrupting us.” He seemed to think that was a casual statement of fact, but it jumped out to me like a mental health red flag, not a relationship one. “Do you take breaks for lunch when you work?”
I had terrible habits when I was knee-deep in work.
“I’m going to need your help with keeping me on track for that.” Hiding that flaw would be impossible. “I have a tendency to get lost in my head, but I want to make sure we spend quality time together.”
Instead of worrying about being ignored, he hopped up onto his knees and kissed my cheek. “I can do that. I like schedules and plans and helping.”
“I’m glad because you are important to me and I don’t ever want to get into a bad habit that makes you feel ignored or unimportant.” I enjoyed my work and I had no desire to ignore the creativity he’d bring to my life, but we were going to start off on the right foot.
“I liked watching you work earlier and I’ll figure out ways to keep myself occupied while you’re working.” He flashed me an adorable grin but it quickly faded to something needier as my pants joined his on the bed. “I like…yes…no…I can keep myself occupied.”
Chuckling, I slowly peeled down the boxer briefs I’d put on earlier, dragging out the reveal because his distracted hunger was sexy as fuck. “I’m sure I can find a lot of ways to keep my doll occupied too, so we won’t worry too much about that.”
Besides, he had years of TV to catch up on and a ton of books he probably wanted to read that would keep him busy until we figured out what else he wanted to do.
Like schooling.
“We can even set up a desk in the studio if you want so you can take some online classes.” His scrunched-up face made me want to chuckle, but I just gave him another kiss as I climbed up at the head of the bed. “Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me why you’ve gone all dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic.” He was quick to scramble in place and straddle my lap, though. “I’m frustrated.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I did my best to ignore his cock rubbing against mine. “So why are you frustrated with that idea?”
“Because I don’t know what I want to do for more education.” Flopping against me, my boy rested his head on my shoulder but his hips were barely rocking to make sure he could still play with my dick. So he was dramatic, not actually upset…like I’d already said. “It’s too hard to pick. I don’t know enough real jobs.”
