Page 19 of Experiments in Love
“Sure.” Anson’s cheerful tone had muscles relaxing that I hadn’t realized were tense. “That will make you less anxious about my reactions, won’t it?”
“Yes.” No point in lying about something obvious. “Thank you for understanding.”
Maybe it wasn’t obvious and he’d just been paying really good attention to detail?
“I should’ve thought of that sooner.” He paused and I could hear him moving around. “Especially last night.”
Laughing, I nodded but tried to sound coy. “No. I’m not the kind of boy to video chat with a Dom on the first conversation.”
He snorted.
“Sure.” He chuckled as he finally stopped moving. “Okay, you ready?”
“Yes.” Shifting to sit with my knees up so I could balance the phone, I almost jumped when it started asking me if I wanted the video chat to start. “There you are.”
Anson was laughing as I hit the button and his face came up on the screen. “There you are.”
“I’m here.” And I was very excited for our breakfast date. “This is much better.”
For a variety of reasons but just seeing him made it easier to remember how good it’d felt to be with him.
“I agree.” Anson seemed to be settling back against some kind of a work chair and it reminded me of some kind of businessman and his secretary porn. “Now, don’t think I forgot my question. I can’t tell from your stories if you’ve had penetrative sex or not. There’s no right or wrong answer to this. I just need to understand what you’ve done and what you haven’t.”
“Why?” That was just so weird.
Anson smiled, not offended at all. “New experiences can make people act in unexpected ways. I know you’ve never been spanked but you’re curious about it. So that gives me a range of emotion and reactions that I can expect, but I also know that something might come out of left field.”
Okay, that made more sense.
“If I’m under the impression you’ve done an activity before, then at the very least, I might not know to ask more questions.” Looking patient but not upset, he raised one eyebrow. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” Unexpected reactions could be bad. Like when Francis hadn’t realized how much he hated cilantro. “I’ve hadpenetrative sex. I like being penetrated, but the people on the other end of the penises weren’t as much fun as I’d have liked.”
Penises were fun, but unfortunately sometimes they came attached to the most disagreeable people.
Anson’s head cocked and his brows pulled together, but after a few seconds, he nodded. “I can understand that problem.”
Good.
That would probably solve half of the issues I’d had with other dates right there.
“We’re going to work on making sure we’re both explaining our issues and emotions when problems come up. I am going to continue to ask you a ridiculous number of questions. I’m going to trust that you’re telling me the truth about liking penetrative sex and work on making sure the man attached to the penis isn’t being a dick as well.” Anson’s own joke made him grin like a goofball. “See what I did?”
“You’re a sexy dork, aren’t you?” I pretended to sigh as he laughed and nodded. “I bet you know Tribble jokes and can tell me Dad ones as well. You’re just so sexy and commanding, I completely missed it.”
That was probably the reason he had so much patience for me, so I wasn’t going to complain.
Everyone knew dorks generally dated the strangest people, so there was a pretty good chance I wasn’t the most annoying person he’d brought home.
“Sexy and commanding, huh?” His smile turned wicked. “I like that description.”
And I liked that the penetrative sex conversation hadn’t gotten completely out of hand.
“It’s very accurate.” He was very attractive but he was also funny and liked taking control. “I appreciate those qualities and I’m hoping to see a lot more of them tomorrow.”
The sexy part and the commanding part.
Anson’s wicked grin was back. “I think I can make sure of that, but what happens if you don’t like something or you want us to pause a conversation or an activity?”
