I knew that one.
“I safeword and we talk about what the problem is.” Even if it was something I thought was ridiculous. “You need to be able to trust me, so I’m not allowed to hide what I’m thinking.”
He might come to regret teaching me to share what was on my mind, but it was his rule, so he couldn’t complain about me following it.
“Just remember, if you’re a good boy and follow the rule, then I can have more fun with you.” He shrugged when I sighed. “More honesty, more naughty sex. That means we get to play around with your penis experiment sooner.”
Really?
“Francis said you might be being polite about that and won’t really do it. He said that a lot of people don’t like sharing in that way. You know, since it’s not like one of those open-relationship things?” I wasn’t sure I understood all the differences but that was probably because everyone explained it differently. “I told him that you thought honesty was important and you weren’t stringing me along talking about it without actually being willing to plan it out.”
Francis hadn’t believed me.
“But I also told him that you were very clear about the fact that we had to work out boundaries and we had to plan it out carefully. Just because we like the idea of something doesn’t mean we can make it work. We’ll both have different limits about scenes like that.” At least, that was what I thought Anson had said at the bar.
I’d been sober but the conversation had wandered a bit and he’d made me very hard…all of those things made remembering specifics difficult.
“I will not be polite just to keep you from feeling awkward or to put an activity off.” Anson looked serious enough as he said it that I believed him.
I just wished Francis could see his face too.
“I was honest when I explained that controlling you was my favorite part. I’m not going to get jealous over you being fucked as long as I’m in charge of it, but we’ll have some words if you let another Dom give you rules.” He looked so stern I wasn’t sure if I could tell him how sexy he looked or not. “Even simple ones. That is where I will draw the line.”
Because he wanted to keep me.
“Yes, Sir.” Nodding, I reached down to squeeze my erection and try to make it more comfortable. “I promise not to do that. You get to make the rules.”
“Like asking to play with yourself when we’re talking.” Anson gave me an expectant frown and shook his head. “Hands off.”
How had he known?
“I wasn’t playing with it.” Not exactly. “It’s squished and I’m hard.”
It was his fault.
“You will ask for permission to touch your penis when we’re talking in person, on the phone, or in some kind of video chat.” He paused, probably to make sure I was listening and not tugging on my dick.
So I stopped tugging on my dick.
“Is that a rule you’re going to agree to or do we need to have a conversation about it?” Anson’s question made me remember the safeword thing again.
“I understand I have to agree to the rules and I’m not going to safeword. That’s a fairly common rule according to Francis and the internet.” I hated it when he was right.
“It could be worse.” Anson’s devilish grin made me shiver. “It will get worse, but we won’t rush into that.”
His ownership…his ownership would get worse.
Yay.
“Yes, Sir.”
Having a Dom was going to be amazing.
“Now, let’s talk more about what you’ve done.”
Ugh.
Having a Dom was going to be a pain in the butt.
