“It’s one of my strong suits.” And we shouldn’t ignore things we did well…everyone knew that.
Anson laughed, kissing my head once the booming sound faded. “You’re right. You are amazing at it, but I’m glad I was wrong.”
“You are?” I knew he would be but it was good to hear him say it. “You had a hard time guessing it.”
Making a soft, happy sound, Anson kissed my head and snuggled me close against him. “I’m glad I finally got it right then. Because I love you too.”
It was my turn to hug him tight as I wrapped my arms around him. “I knew you did. You take good care of me and you make me feel so special.”
I wasn’t sure I could explain it any better, but after seeing how much Francis was struggling, I didn’t want to hide from what I was feeling. I loved Anson and I wasn’t going to let myself hide from that. It hadn’t made Francis happy and I wasn’t going to suffer through learning that lesson on my own.
“You take good care of me, baby, and you make me feel special.” Sinking lower into the couch, Anson stroked my head before turning it so he could kiss me. “You’re funny and you’re sexy and you fill me up. You make me feel like the most important man in the entire world.”
Because he was.
He was my Anson.
Chapter 25
Anson
“What am I going to say?” Aiming to look serious as we stood behind the curtain of one the main display stages at the back of the club, I raised one eyebrow and ignored how Kennedy was trying not to giggle.
“That you love me and that I need to remember my safewords and that you’re glad my lunch didn’t run over so we weren’t late.” Kennedy had thought the drive to the club was too long, so his cheeky response didn’t surprise me.
“And?” He was nearly giddy with excitement, and being plugged for the last hour with a vibrating toy had him nearly floating. He was so light, I was pretty sure the teasing and the buzzing had helped him already find subspace.
Because normally Kennedy worried a lot more than this about nearlyeverything.
He hadn’t even apologized when he’d talked to everyone we’d met.
“And that I’m supposed to have fun with the men and the penises and orgasm, and when we’re done, you’ll fill me up and give me lots of cuddles.” Kennedy couldn’t hold himself back any longer and threw himself against me, clenching and shivering as the plug shifted inside him. “And next time we’ll remember that I need a longer plug.”
My snort made my thoughts on that clear, so I skipped over the words as he snickered. “That’s right. You’re going to have fun and figure out the answer to your question and then I’m going to mark youbecause…”
Just thinking about the answer made him shiver again. “Because I belong to you and you’re just loaning out your toy.”
“That’s right.” Stroking my hands down his nearly naked body, I squeezed his ass cheeks that were framed by a sexy harness. “I share very well, but you’re still my toy, aren’t you?”
Nodding against me, Kennedy squeezed his cheeks and rocked into me, doing his best to rub his dick against me. “Yes, Master. I’m yours. All yours.”
And I was going to prove it to him.
As soon as he stopped sighing. “I’m not letting your dick out until I’m showing off my toy.”
The leather jock-like shield to the front of the harness wasn’t designed to keep him soft, but it was doing a wonderful job of preventing him from getting off or getting much stimulation at all to his erection.
His very hard and very trapped erection because of the cock ring that was under the padded leather.
Kennedy couldn’t seem to admit that he liked the cock ring, but he loved the feeling of being owned. The combination also seemed to be making him feel more naked or just naughtier because it was the only part of him that was actually covered.
Because no matter what argument he made, I was not counting the plug as clothing.
It was a decoration at best.
“But it…it’s lonely, Master.” Kennedy kept thinking that rubbing the leather against me or Conner or the couches out in the main lounge would help, but it was definitely making the situation worse, not better.
Knowing that the rutting should feel good but was only giving him vague pressure was fucking with his head.
