Ha.
An easy one.
Owners were so much better than regular guys.
“What is your name?”
He laughed.
I’d found a question that made him laugh.
He was still chuckling as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. He nibbled my lower lip. He licked the area where his teeth had sent a shiver through me. But when I moaned for more, he pulled away and grinned. “Leonardo.”
Huh?
“My name.” Stroking my cheek again with his hand, even I could tell he looked very proud of himself. “My name is Leonardo and I’m very glad you followed the rules so I could reward you with a kiss.”
“Ask him something else so he’ll grab your cock.” Emerson wasn’t as quiet or as careful as he probably thought he was…but he was loud and timed the question perfectly with the arrival of our waiter.
Great.
I’d finally found someone more awkward than I was and I was on a double date with him.
****
“Owner promised me Leonardo is not a cannibal or serial killer and his previous relationship ended last year because the boy didn’t understand how to tell the truth.” Emerson shook his head as we waited in front of the restaurant and I tried to decide what that meant. “We don’t steal and good dolls don’t lie.”
Oh.
“I’ll be a good doll.” I was annoying but I wasn’t a thief. “I remember what you guys said…a good sub has to communicate even if what they say is confusing or unhelpful.”
It seemed to be the thought that counted, but after meeting Leonardo, I decided I’d let him figure that part out.
“Are you comfortable going home with your Owner?” Emerson put on a thoughtful frown I couldn’t decide was real or not. “Just because he owns you doesn’t mean he gets to play with you tonight. Those are two different things.”
Were they?
“I’m comfortable going home with him.” He’d said we would talk about doll stuff moreandhe’d said I’d been good enough to get an orgasm. “I was good.”
Emerson nodded, still looking serious as we waited for Luca and Leonardo to bring the cars around. “Orgasms are important for dolls, subs, and just regular guys.”
Yep.
And I was looking forward to getting my first one.
Well, my first one I didn’t give myself.
I was pretty sure it was going to be incredible if just being kissed and cuddled had made me hard as a rock.
“He seems nice and…and I like how he talks to me and doesn’t make me guess what he wants or what he’s thinking.” I really liked how he didn’t get frustrated at me either. “Nothing he said makes me worried.”
Some of it was confusing but nothing made me feel bad.
“Leonardo even gave us time to talk in private just to make sure you didn’t worry.” He hadn’t made me guess what he wasdoing either. He’d spelled it out and explained that he wanted me to come home with him but he knew Emerson wanted to make sure I was consenting.
Why everyone didn’t communicate this clearly, I’d never know.
“From everything I’ve seen he would be a good Owner but it’s your opinion that matters.” Emerson said it carefully and completely believable but that was just because his Owner had repeated it three times before he’d agreed to leave us alone together.
