Just thinking about getting out of his clothes seemed to perk him up, so I knew we were going to have to work on a new routine where he got dressed in something else as soon as he gothome. Letting my brain work on those ideas as I released the last button, I shrugged and played coy. “It’s a surprise, but I can’t give it to you until you’re naked.”
He nearly melted.
“Is it something sexy? Something pretty?” His eyes widened as something struck him. “Oh, is it clothes? You didn’t…there are things online. Did you buy something like that?”
God only knew what he’d found by searching the internet, but thankfully I could shake my head. “No, I didn’t buy you anything fun to bind you or lock you up or decorate you like that.”
As he tried to work through my answer and decide if he still had anything to worry about, I popped his ass. “Up. I need to get off the rest so there’s no more sexy Lumberjack Ken.”
He was so funny.
Scrambling off my lap like an eager pup, he sucked in his lower lip as his head tilted to the side and his brain whirled. “But is it clothes? Oh, can clothes bind? Do they lock? Is that a thing?”
I had a feeling he’d just figured out new things to look up online, but I was more focused on what he was currently wearing than his search history. He wasn’t paying a damned bit of attention to that, though, so I let him mentally search through all the dirty things he knew about as I took off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in just tiny briefs that barely restrained his erection.
“What did you mean by decoration? I knew a guy once that had piercings in his junk.” Conner started shaking his head and actually looked slightly horrified. “You’re going to talk me into that, aren’t you? I mean, I like making you happy, but that would be a lot to ask, and I don’t think I like pain that much.”
God, his mind.
Giving him a soft kiss to stop the rambling, I shook my head. “I think that means you’re going to put piercings as yellow or red on your list. I don’t need that kind of decoration on you to be happy. I’d much rather have my name on your ass.”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m not letting you spray paint the Mona Lisa here. Pick a different location.”
Yep, I was never going to let him go.
“I’ll work on that.” Giving him a wink as I took his hand, I led him back to my bedroom. “There are lots of wonderful places to claim my boy and make sure you and everyone else knows who you belong to.”
A little thinking sound escaped my sexy boy and he squeezed my hand. “What kind of places?”
I wasn’t sure if he was playing coy or was honestly curious, but I planned on showing him each and every one as soon as I showed him his surprise. “Would you like me to show you, birdie?”
Stopping by the bed, I released his hand, trailing my fingers along his arm until I was caressing over his chest. “How about after I show you your surprise, I take my time and we explore all the places I could mark you as mine?”
Logically the idea should’ve had him telling me I was fucking nuts, but my birdie was a special creature like no one else. He even stepped closer as I ran my fingers around the waistband of his briefs and aimed wide eyes at me again. “You’d have to keep me if your name was on me. Those are the rules. Once your name is on it, then it’s yours.”
I didn’t bother reminding him that he wasn’t a sandwich in the office fridge because, well, he wasn’t wrong and he was going to be mine.
“That’s right, pretty birdie.” Inching the briefs down, I kissed his nose before going back to his lips as the fabric fell to the floor. “All mine.”
He moaned as my hand wrapped around his cock, barely jerking him off to keep his sexy erection hard and perfect for me. “Yes…that’s…”
Thatwas just the start, so I teased him a little as I slowly let my fingers trail along his cock. “Let me show you the surprise, birdie.”
He pouted as I released his dick, but it was quickly replaced by excitement as he watched me walk over to the dresser. “What is it, Sir? Waiting is so hard.”
That was obvious enough I was going to remember it the next time I bought something for him.
“It’s something perfect for my sexy birdie.” Pulling the scrap of fabric out of the top drawer, I held it up for him as he studied it.
“It’s something to wear?” He tried to get a better look, nearly bouncing as his head moved back and forth to figure it out, his cock just as excited because it kept jumping too. “Is it a thong? It’s very tiny, Sir.”
“It’s not a thong.” Letting it dangle between two fingers, I smirked because the odd shape would make it too hard unless he’d run into the same fascinating website I had. “Up on the bed and sit down on the edge for me.”
He scrambled to obey, so excited he didn’t even think about swinging his ass for me. “What is it?”
“I’m going to show you, birdie.” As he sat down, taking a breath and finally realizing he probably wanted to seem a bit more relaxed, I managed not to smile.
“I’m ready. I like presents.” Spreading his legs as I finally walked up to him, he looked like he wanted to pull me in and wrap himself around me. “Especially tiny pretty ones.”
