Page 4 of Their Little Helper

“Good boy.” Technically, but what had it meant? “I’m going to check very discreetly.”

No movement?

I took that as a yellowish-green and very carefully inched back the collar of the black T-shirt he was wearing. Yes, he had another layer on so we were good. “That’s wonderful. You planned very well for tonight. Now that I know we won’t make a mess, I’m going to touch your chest as long as you’re green.”

That should’ve been phrased as a question but he understood what to do and pointed to green again. “Perfect. But what do you do if I need to stop?”

Cocking my head, I played confused very cutely and got a shy smile from my sweet boy before he barely tapped red. “That’s right. Good boy. If we’d already exchanged names I’d have kissed your cheek, but I’m being careful of you so we’ll hold off on that.”

Flashing between confused and aroused, his blush deepened. “I’m Harley.”

Oh, that probably hadn’t helped thebig size equals Domthing either…but it was sexy and very telling, so I kissed his cheek. “Good boy.”

He really was doing well at communicating, so with names exchanged and green on the touching part, I stroked my hands between his pecs and moaned. “God. It’s all muscle.”

Padding would’ve been fine too, but the images in my head had shifted and had me shifting on his lap. “I can’t wait to ride you while I’m playing with your chest, baby boy. That’s going to be so much fun.”

His eyes flashed wide and something seemed to have his brain firing enough for words. “Daddies do that? Doms? Um, take-charge people do that?”

Harley’s words got more mangled the more he overthought them, but I appreciated that he hadn’t stopped. I wasn’t sure what he meant, though.

Riding him?

Bottoming?

He understood I wanted to drink from him, right?

“Yes. I have no issue with being a Daddy or a Dom for you. I have no problems bottoming because that’s always fun. And in most situations, I am very take-charge, but technically I’m a switch.” What else? “Oh, and I meant riding your dick while I played with your chest and nursed from you, just so we’re clear on that part.”

Wow. He somehow managed to get even redder.

“Baby. I want you to take a deep breath for me and let it out slowly. I’m slightly worried about your blood pressure and the only way I know how to fix that is with an orgasm, so we’re going to have to try something more conventional. This isn’t the place for that, unfortunately.”

Perfection.

Blinks and breathing and he was a less startling color.

“Does that work?” Giving his head a cute puppy shake, Harley let out another breath. “Never mind. I was…I don’t know what happened.”

“You were Dally’d. It happens.” For some reason I was overwhelming. I didn’t agree with the assessment but there was enough scientific evidence showing it was a real thing I couldn’t deny it completely.

Nodding slowly, Harley didn’t bother trying to lie about the obvious. “Yes. And you’re on my lap. I’ve never had a Dom do that.”

Really?

“I’m not huge and you are and that’s just lovely, so I’m going to take advantage of it.” Going back to petting his chest, I let my fingers tease over one nipple and grinned as he shivered. “It also puts me in a very convenient place.”

And his eyes went wide.

Bingo.

He got it.

Smarts definitely deserved another kiss on the cheek.

Riding my Harley was starting to sound more and more fun.

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