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I loved his logic.
“You’re very smart, sexy boy. My paper came in and I’m ready to fill you with cum.” We were going to have so much fun…as long as I could keep him from orgasming before the scene even started. “But if you keep humping me, I’m going to get the cage and the numbing lube.”
For some reason, that threat did not help.
Oh well.
I might just have to punish him after all.
Chapter 16
Kennedy
At some point I was going to have to figure out if numbing lube was a real thing or something he’d made up.
Not today, though.
My brain had enough to deal with at the moment.
“So…so you’re saying that you got your test back and it’s negative, so you’re going to fill me up with cum the next time we have sex because I already showed you my paperwork and you’re going to use stuff from my list to do stuff to me and someone like your friend is going to listen to the stuff?” Was there more?
Oh yes, there was more.
“You know the stuff from my lists, but are we doing new stuff or the regular stuff we know I like? I’m not sure I want anyone else to hear me freak out or make weird sounds.” Hmm. “Bad weird, I mean. I know I’m supposed to moan so he’d know you were doing a good job. If I’m too quiet, he might think you suck and that just wouldn’t be nice.”
Anson was a great Dom and I didn’t want his friend to question that.
I didn’t want strangers to question it either.
“Sounds are good. I know that part but I want them to be good sounds. He can’t hear me complaining or saying that I don’t like you doing something. We need to sound like functional people who have good sex. People shouldn’t hear awkward sex.”
Wait.
“Is it really voyeurism if they’re hearing awkward sex?” I wasn’t so sure about that. “Isn’t the sexy factor a big part of that kink? Some of the internet definitions kind of made it sound like that but now I’m not so confident about that part.”
I had a lot of questions but I stopped when Anson gave me a big smile. “Good boy, I’m so proud of you.”
I liked being good.
I wasn’t going to lie about that…but I had a few questions about how I’d ended up being good enough to praise.
“Thank you, Master.” Yes, starting there was good and he needed kisses. The littles said cheek kisses worked best and they didn’t seem to be wrong about thehow to look the cuteststuff.
But now what?
“Tell me again?” Wide eyes and then snuggles. Yes, they’d be very proud of me. “I like it when you tell me I was good.”
Yes, he needed to tell me a story…one that would explain what I’d done right.
Anson chuckled, kissing my head. “You have no idea why I’m proud of you, do you?”
“No.” Well, it seemed being subtle hadn’t worked. Telling myself I’d try again another time, I decided honesty might workbetter since he’d already guessed. “But you were very happy and you were so smiley. I liked that.”
I’d hoped to get more context clues, but I’d probably ruined that by being impatient.
“I was proud of you for thinking about your limits in the scene and making them clear. You asked questions and then you told me what you were thinking.” Anson kissed my head again, still sounding very excited about how good I’d been. “That made me very proud of you, and yes, I want to keep the scene to things I know you like. We’re just going to add being listened to as the new thing in the scene…well, listening and maybe using some new sexy words with my boy.”
Okay, good.
