“If you need to pause a conversation or you’re uncomfortable, all you need to do is to take my hand or some body part you can reach and give it two squeezes, okay?” I wasn’t sure what trouble we’d get into to need that, but knowing Kennedy, aliens would invade when we were at the club.
He lit up but then frowned just as quickly. “Oh, nonverbal safewords. Like for the people who have those mouth plug things. The ones that look like they’re in a horror movie.”
Clearly, he didn’t want one of those.
“Yes. Anything like that or it can be used if my dick is in your mouth and I’m using you like a cockwarmer.” And the smile was back. “There are a lot of fun ways I can make it difficult for you to verbally communicate but we still want to be safe.”
I just hadn’t picked any of those to start with because Kennedy hated not being able to talk.
“Oh, okay.” Turning around, he kissed my cheek. “Thank you for making sure I understand that.”
Yep, still didn’t want to have his words restrained.
“You’re welcome.” It was my turn to kiss him and then since he couldn’t think of another reason to dawdle, we headed out into the main room.
Kennedy was all wide eyes and awe as he studied everything he could see and his words were quick to follow. “There are so many people. One of them has to be Mr. Jasper, right? Oh look.”
Luckily for us, though, Kennedy was discreet and fairly quiet as he marveled over everything in the main room that looked a bit like an old school gentleman’s club. “There’s one of the littles you mentioned. Yes, I can see why you’d date one.”
All I could do was shrug as I focused on his last topic, because I liked control and caretaking, which made Kennedy giggle. “Oh, a puppy. Wow. He’s got a tail. I bet that feels good.”
Yep, because he was happily wagging what seemed to be an inside tail.
Kennedy didn’t seem interested in the puppy part of puppy play, but he was definitely giving the tail part of it more consideration.
Until he saw a sub kneeling at his Master’s feet.
“Oh, does that hurt his knees? I hope the floor has enough padding under the carpet.” Kennedy’s mind jumped to the most interesting points. “Why do they have carpet if people are going to orgasm?”
And there was another one.
“I guess they shouldn’t come in this room, though.” Frowning, he looked down at the floor before studying the lounge like he was getting ready to redecorate it or take a test on it. “It’d be like orgasming in the library.”
“I agree.” The voice coming from behind us was just as quiet as Kennedy’s had been but my adorable chatterbox jumped a foot. “Oh, sorry. I’m Conner. I thought you heard me.”
Conner looked apologetic for about five seconds, but it quickly faded as Kennedy’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head and he barely held back an orgasm. “Oops. Plug?”
“Yes. I think we found a new limit.” Sounding exhausted, Kennedy let out a long, deep breath. “I’m not wearing one of these if we do a haunted house. Will you help me remember that, Sir?”
“Deal.” I was the most incredible Dom ever because I managed to say that with a completely straight face.
Conner giggled for the both of us. “You’re very smart. I wouldn’t have thought of that.”
“They also shouldn’t be worn in bounce houses or doing jazzercise.” Kennedy shook his head and took in another deep breath. “That was. Well, I think we might need to try the bounce house one. Do they make those for adults?”
“Yes.” Conner looked very pleased with being able to answer that for Kennedy. “And they’re marvelous naked. But no high heels.”
Sticking out his foot, he showed off one of the tallest heels I’d ever seen anyone walk in. “Just bare feet but those aren’t as much fun.”
“Statistically, at least one person in here has a foot fetish, so they’d probably think bare feet are fun.” Looking down at Conner’s feet and ignoring the rest of his fabulous ensemble, Kennedy frowned. “It’s a separate fetish if someone likes heels and not just feet, right? I think I read that somewhere.”
Research was important.
“I can see why Anson has taken a shine to you.” Conner barely held back a naughty giggle as his eyes sparkled with delight and not just glittery eye shadow. “Let’s go sit down and talk. I’d love to hear more about your size experiment.”
Kennedy smiled, but it was more relief than genuine happiness. I had a feeling he was just glad Conner was being nice to him and he hadn’t messed up meeting someone new. “Sure. It will be nice to talk to someone who won’t get offended by a conversation about penises. Yours is lovely, by the way.”
He knew that because it was showing through the skirt Conner was wearing.
