Not-Henry was the type who needed to know everything about the person he was going to date in order to be comfortable, so I’d already done that for him.
“And they show off your erection perfectly too.” Not-Henry slowly widened his grip and brushed against the sides of my cock, sending sparks through me and making my eyes try to roll around like dice. “So sensitive…and I think it’s going to be even better once you’re tied up.”
It would.
I nodded but he was already making it hard to think and a verbal response took longer than I expected. “It…it will and…and I think I mentioned at some point that I like mild pain.”
When his head bobbed confidently, I knew he’d been paying attention to my rambling, which I appreciated. “You mentioned that several times while you were reading and reviewing books on that website I found for you.”
The mainstream online bookstores didn’t appreciate honest reviews about the dirty books they were pretending they didn’t have on their websites, but Not-Henry had been great about finding sites for me that were more flexible.
“Thank you for your help.” In my head I thought about giving him a peck on his cheek, but he leaned over and kissed thefront of my underwear sending more crazy feelings through me. “That…that too.”
I was getting a lot more confident in his ability to take care of me in more physical ways than he ever had before. But it came at my ability to use my brain and ability to talk at the same time.
Not-Henry chuckled, looking pleased with himself. “You’re welcome.”
I wasn’t sure what to do next because very few of my dates had ever ended up anywhere near close to the situation we were in, but luckily for me, having Not-Henry as my Dom meant he would handle that part.
“And you’re going to be so sexy when I show you off.” Not-Henry slowly rose, gently running the pads of his fingertips up my sides. “Now, let’s see what else I have to decorate you with.”
Since it seemed like the underwear was going to stay on, I could put that question to the back of my head and start worrying about what he’d think of the stuff I’d picked out. I had an endless list of things I could worry about, so running out of them was the one thing I wasn’t worried about.
But Not-Henry’s smile as he looked in my duffel bag checked another one off the list.
So I pulled up worrying about if he’d like the colors I’d picked out.
“You match.”
Another smile.
He was running through them faster than I’d ever imagined. Most of the time dates only got through one or two, tops. Not-Henry was just firing them off as fast as I could find a new one.
He really was smart.
“I…I thought it would be nice?” Blue was his favorite color seeing how it showed up a lot in the random things he sent me and one time when I’d been wondering about his favorite color, he’d changed my screen saver to a pretty contemporary art thing that was a mix of blues.
He really had made his preferences very clear even if it was the first time we’d met in person, so I wasn’t sure what the Silas man had been worried about.
“It’s very nice.” Not-Henry shifted through my new goodies, smiling and making pleased sounds as he sorted through them in some way. “Yes. That one. Okay. Later. Yes.”
As my patience started to wear thin, he pulled out a half-mask that was made for some kind of masquerade party. “Do you want to be hidden?”
“No.” That answer seemed like it might need more information with it, so I kept going. “I wasn’t sure if you would because I wasn’t sure if anyone knew who you were or who I was or how we knew each other and I wanted to make sure we had options.”
His privacy was important to me and another thing on my worry list.
“Then we won’t use it this time but maybe for another scene…like the party one from that book you were reading earlier this month?” Not-Henry chuckled when I squirmed and grinned. “Yeah, I thought you’d remember that one.”
I’d liked that one.
Shaking his head as he grinned and put the mask back, Not-Henry looked like he was imagining wicked things too. “You read that scene several times.”
It was really nice not having to find the courage to share the dirty parts I really liked.
“It was good.” Not something I’d actually do with a stranger but it would be fun to play pretend with Not-Henry.
“The author has a good imagination.” Looking like he was picturing more of the fun scenes, Not-Henry kept whatever he was thinking to himself as he pulled out another one of my goodies. “Oh, these are perfect.”
