Kennedy’s eyes widened as a light bulb almost went off over his head. “We’d take the pieces we liked and figure out new scenes.”
“That’s right. There’s no right or wrong. We explore new options to get the feelings we’re looking for. There is never just one scene that would fulfill a fantasy.” Never.
No matter how interesting the need was, there were always a variety of ways to satisfy it…I might just have to figure out a way to give Kennedy a hands-on demonstration of that fact.
Chapter 10
Kennedy
I wasn’t sure I completely believed he’d still want to do scenes with me if the first one went badly, but I believed he wanted to believe it.
That was just as nice, though.
“There are lots of fantasies.” I sure had plenty, so he probably did too.
“But first, we need to get you cleaned up.” Giving me a quick kiss, Anson’s hands caressed low down my back and stroked over my cheeks. “And you need to tell me how you feel.”
“About my ass or my feelings? My emotion feelings.” He seemed to think both were important, but I wanted to make sure I understood the question.
“Both.” His answer made me glad I was right. “And I would love to hear anything you’re thinking or feeling about your spanking in general…or the scene…the words or even if you didn’t feel steady on the couch. It’s all important.”
He wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met.
“Well.” Hmm. When would talking become oversharing? “My ass feels very nice, warm and achy, but that’s what the internet said would happen.”
No surprises there, thank goodness.
“Um. Let’s see.” Sorting through thoughts was hard. “My feelings are good too. Almost like a content cat but I don’t have any desire to randomly scratch you or get pissed off.”
Francis’s cat didn’t like me at all. He seemed convinced that Mr. Fluffy didn’t like anyone, but I thought that might be because he had such a stupid name.
Anson chuckled. “You seem to be more of the dog type to me. A beagle. I had one of those as a kid and I think I can see the resemblance.”
Well, at least he wasn’t trying to say I reminded him of one of those talking birds who liked pissing people off?
That hadn’t been a flattering comparison.
Giving me another kiss, Anson squeezed my ass and grinned as I moaned. “He was my best friend.”
Okay, that seemed to be even better than I’d thought.
“I’m very loyal.” Yes. I could see it. “And cheerful.”
Chuckling, Anson nodded. “And adorable.”
As I rolled my eyes, he leaned in and nibbled on my nipple, sending sparks through me again. “Naughty boy.”
Oh wow.
“You’re…you’re confusing my dick.” He was very sure we should be done for a while but Master wasn’t making that clear enough.
“I don’t need him to come out to play yet.” His fingers spread wider and barely caressed around the outside of my hole. “Thereare other parts I’m going to play with first, so he can relax for a bit.”
Dry orgasms.
He’d asked about dry orgasms.
“If he…” His fingers were so distracting. “If he stayed soft, would…would I still come?”
