Ah.
“It’s okay if we agree with her about a few things. No one is ever all wrong.” She was just all weird, but I wasn’t going to point out the obvious. “I’m sure there are a couple of the models who dress up like that in their everyday life.”
Hopefully.
Who was a reference I could use?
“I’ve seen Eli at some different social events where he’s been dressed up like a college professor or golfer…and I’m sure there are a lot of men around the Leashes & Lace building that dress similarly. There are a lot of casual companies in that area.” The finance guys worked a bit further away, but I knew I’d guessed right as his smile got wider. “You do not have to be a casual doll who wears jeans.”
“I’m prettier than that.” Kissing my cheek, something about his expression shifted and he looked like he should be wearing a fancy dress for me instead of being naked. “Of course I’d be a pretty man doll too.”
“I agree.” Alright, next on the to-do list. “And my pretty boy doll needs a name.”
His wide eyes were back as he sucked in a breath like he’d been waiting years for this moment. “My fancy grown-up man partner who’s going to work with older people and learn all kinds of interesting things is Mick. He’s smart and funny and has lots of stories about history and growing up with interesting people. But he’s a full grown-up, not a kid named Ricky who’s confused and hiding who he is.”
From everyone including himself possibly…that blank room said a lot but we’d sort it out eventually.
“Oh, I’m Mick.” Sitting straighter, he blinked like his brain was adjusting to the new reality. “People will like that it’s short for my last time. I’ve seen sports people online who got nicknames from their last names.”
Had someone told him he needed to use a variation of his first name if he wanted to call himself something else?
“So I have my Cece at home to play with and cuddle and kiss and dress up…and I have my Mick to tease and flirt in public with and help plan the future.” Shifting lower on the bed, I ran one finger down his chest. “And my partner Mick is definitely someone I want to spend grown-up time with too.”
“Does…” Mick…yes…that worked well for him…shivered and swallowed back some kind of moan. “Does Mick get to have spankings and that kind of fun or is he your vanilla parter?”
My scoff got a laugh from him but he didn’t look like he’d let me avoid the question. “You’re mine. The labels I give you are fun and helpful sometimes, but I will never see you in a purely vanilla light. We’ll just pretend to be boring sometimes.”
That seemed to be the reassurance he needed, so as I trailed my finger down the faint line of fine hair to his erection, I went back to one of the silly things we’d talked about at dinner. “Like going out for dinner was us pretending to be vanilla, but we talked about finding a way to be in public and be more ourselves in some way.”
My fingers were definitely distracting him, but I got a nod and he swallowed hard as my finger trailed down the length of his cock. “We could do that somewhere like a BDSM club. Have you read about those?”
He blinked a few times like he hadn’t processed the question, but I knew it could’ve been for a variety of reasons. Being patient and playing with his sexy handful was the most productive thing I could do while he was thinking, so I kept him hard and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
“People do that? I wasn’t sure if that was just in fiction…and…” Swallowing, he had to pause and try again. “And I wasn’t sure if doing stuff in front of others would be cheating.”
It seemed like he’d been thinking about it and had found some good points for us to discuss.
“I’m going to ask what you think about cheating. Obviously.” That got a snicker from him, so I rolled my eyes to play along. “But let’s start with yes, people do that. At one point I had a membership to a club up in DC but I let it lapse a year or so ago. I wasn’t going up there enough and I was only meeting people who wanted to play casually.”
It was his turn to scoff and roll his eyes. “You’re an Owner. You don’t want a casual doll.”
We were in agreement on that and he didn’t seem jealous.
“Correct.” I shrugged when he kissed my cheek. “I was clearly waiting for you, so it makes sense that I couldn’t find my boy there.”
“I was at home.” He mimicked my shrug and serious expression. “I was waiting for the right time to find you.”
“It explains a lot, but it’s also a place I could dress you up however I wanted and we could be ourselves in public.” Wrapping my hands around his cock, I slowly started gently jerking him off. “That doesn’t have to mean you being my doll, but I could dress you up and you could sit on my lap while we watched scenes or talked to other people.”
And the frown came back.
“I’m not good with other kinky people.” He seemed serious enough I knew it wasn’t the time to tackle that conversation.
“Then I give you a binkie of some sort or a gag so you can’t talk.” It wouldn’t make him stand out in any way. “Other subs would have been dressed like that on a regular basis, so no one will think it’s odd if I don’t let you talk.”
A shiver raced through him resetting his brain and had him looking down at his cock before he glanced back up at me. “What…what kind of scenes do people like us have at the club? Just so I can understand what’s real and what’s fiction.”
Of course, just to see what’s real.
