“Yes, but it’s not a deal-breaker, so we can talk about what you think.” I’d seen some people have interesting, well thought out limits on that. “We just need to find a way to make sure you know you’re mine, no matter whose cock is inside you.”
Judging by the romantic-sounding sigh that got me, he didn’t mind the sentiment. “I…I like the idea of being marked with your cum, but…but we could find other ways to show I belonged to you too.”
Other ways?
He was imagining something specific but wasn’t ready to spell it out yet.
“Oh yes, there are so many ways.” Tightening my grip on my dick, I let my imagination roam. “Collars and cuffs. Physical marks. Cum on you, like we said. I could have you plugged between sessions and remove it when it was time for you to be fucked again.”
“You…” Kennedy was cautious for a moment but he got bolder quickly. “You’re still playing with yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I was too focused on hearing all your moans to come, but you’ve got my dick slick with precum.” His quiet moan said he liked that, so I didn’t hold back. “And just thinking about all the different things I want to do with you and how I want to control you is making me even harder.”
His dramatic inhale made me smile and had me remembering what he’d said earlier in the night. “I’m still trying to decide how often I’m going to make you text me every day.”
Every sound he made had me getting closer to the edge, but when he opened up and let me peek inside his fascinating brain, that was what really did it for me. “You said you wanted to control me, Sir.”
“There are so many ways I can control you, pet.” With my hand going faster, I was scrambling to keep my thoughts in line. “Little ones like making you text me when you wake up. Maybe embarrassing ones like you have to text me every time you go to the bathroom. You might have to ask for caffeine or water. I’ll always tell you yes for the water but you’ll still have to ask.”
His squeak made me smile even though my orgasm was barreling down on me. “Master.”
Oh, he’d liked something.
“I’ll pick out your underwear and maybe your clothes.” There were so many fun things I could control. “Eventually, I might decide that I’m the only one who can wash you.”
The implications of living together at that point hadn’t been too vague based on his excited breath. “You’d be all mine, pet.”
His happy sigh was too much for me and my cock throbbed. I came, imagining his happy smile at hearing I wanted to own him completely.
Neither of us was logical enough, but we had a lot in common and great orgasms, so I wasn’t going to worry about it.
Chapter 6
Kennedy
“I’ve asked my questions. I haven’t changed my mind. Francis hasn’t had me committed.” He’d said he’d wanted to, though. “It will have been twenty-four hours soon, depending on when we’re counting that as starting.”
It was already late enough in the evening that I was going to count it even if Anson was going to be picky.
He laughed, but he sounded happy, not mean, so I didn’t mind. “You are wonderful but I’m not sure asking me to pick between Indian food or Chinese is a legitimate question this time.”
Bullshit.
I fell into my couch, ready to defend my question-asking ability.
“It’s important for me to know in case you ask me to plan a date.” I liked both and some people didn’t. “And I’ve been going over the limits list but I keep having to look things up online, so that’s taking longer than I thought and I’d rather ask those questions in person.”
Where I could see his face when he answered.
“I think that’s reasonable and we will have our date starting at breakfast tomorrow, but I need to know more about yourlimits for the time being. I don’t want to do anything to upset you.” Anson’s tone started to give me the impression abutwas going to follow, so I cut him off.
“You won’t.”
Oops.
Not polite.
Might have to get a spanking.
