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Anson

I wasn’t sure how I’d happened to have such mischievous perfection dropped in my lap, but I wasn’t going to question fate.

Especially when it pushed the smiling cutie to plop himself down next to me. “Hi.”

“Hello.” He was going to be distracting if I wasn’t careful. “I have a few questions to get out of the way before we get back to talking about your fantasies. Is that okay?”

“Yes.” His eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s a limit, isn’t it? I could say no. I mean a color or fruit or something. I won’t. But I could have.”

“That’s correct. It’s a limit and you could’ve said no or safeworded for a variety of reasons and that would’ve been okay. I want you to be honest about your limits, but if you weren’t comfortable answering my questions, we’d have slowed down the evening.” He was blinking at me. “Does that make sense? It wouldn’t have been a punishment, but we can’t do a scene and I’m not going to touch you until I can ask questions to figure out your limits.”

When his eyes went wide, I could almost see a light bulb going off over his head like we were in a cartoon…hopefully a dirty one.

“Yes. Like the yellow color in the stoplight system. If I couldn’t answer your questions, it would be like telling you we needed to slow down and pause. In this case, pausing would mean no touching and no shenanigans.” He frowned. “I want shenanigans and touching, please, so I will answer questions.”

That didn’t surprise me one bit.

“Oh, and I like talking, so it takes a lot to get me to the point where I can’t respond to something.” Shrugging, Kennedy sighed. “That’s annoying to some people.”

“Not to me.” I found him to be wonderfully refreshing. “I work by myself a lot, so talking to you is recharging my social battery.”

“That’s very helpful.” Inching closer, probably thinking he was being subtle, his gaze dropped to my lap for a second. “I didn’t think batteries could work like that.”

Such a naughty cutie.

“The chances of you seeing my erection through these pants while I’m sitting are slim. Eyes up here, please.” Kennedy pouted but his eyes met mine again. “Thank you.”

“Do I say you’re welcome?” His confused look was so cute I wanted to kiss it off him. “Some of the subs in books do and some don’t. I don’t really understand why they don’t. Oh, some books don’t have the Master saying thank you either.”

I wasn’t going to ask what he’d been reading…he’d tell me in great detail.

“I will say thank you when you’ve been obedient and when it’s appropriate at other times. I think you’re going to say you’re welcome because it’s what you’re used to, so that’s fine.” I wasn’t going to try to make him filter what he said just to jump through hoops. “But it’s not something about a sub’s behavior that would be a hot button for me. Intent counts more to me than actions.”

And I was pretty sure that was going to be the only way he got called a good boy often enough to make him feel confident.

Kennedy made a few thoughtful sounds and inched closer again. “So, if I’m trying to be a good sub but something goes cockeyed, you’re not going to be angry?”

“No.” We were going to end up with some interesting rules. “As long as I can see that you were trying to behave, that’ll be what’s important.”

I wasn’t sure Kennedy believed me even though he didn’t say that directly. Something about his expression looked very skeptical, even if he was trying to hide it. “What kind of questions did you want to ask me?”

It seemed to be a very Kennedy way to change the subject, so I let him. “First of all, I need to know your safeword and then where you’re comfortable with me touching. Can I touch your hands? Your face? Over your clothes?”

Kennedy’s needy shiver said more than enough even before his mouth opened, but I wanted to clarify a few things first, so I kept talking. “There are no right or wrong answers. I can thoroughly enjoy my time with you tonight keeping my hands to myself.”

Sitting up straighter, Kennedy looked like he was giving himself an internal pep talk of some sort. “The stoplight system, please, and I would enjoy being touched on my hands and my face. Over my clothes is also a very reasonable limit.”

Hmm.

“I’ll use the stoplight colors too, but Kennedy, what was your first thought when your answer popped into your head?” His sigh said he didn’t appreciate the question.

“But I answered honestly and appropriately.” Frowning, he slumped over and couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to pout or glare at me. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Oh.

“I agree, but I don’t want to worry about you censoring yourself. That means honest answers, not carefully constructed ones.” I needed to know exactly what he was thinking, not the socially approved version. “So be a good boy for me and tell me what you were thinking.”

The pout that took over his face was adorable, even though I probably shouldn’t have thought he was so cute when he was frustrated. “Okay, I guess I understand.”

He didn’t agree with me, though.

“My first thought…but I only said the appropriate ones…but my first was wondering how much touching you could do in the bar and not get in trouble and then I wondered if naked things were allowed or if you’d think that made me…well, not nice things.” The look that flashed through his eyes said he’d heard a lot of not nice things. “Then I realized I should just stick with answering your question.”

So he wouldn’t get in trouble in some way, more than likely.

“Thank you for being very clear with me.” Testing the waters, I leaned in and gave him a soft peck, barely brushing my lips against his as a reward. “You did a very good job and I’m proud of you.”

He sucked in a breath before another shiver raced through him and he almost melted into me. “Thank you, Sir.”

Well, he’d learned something from his foray into dirty books.

“You’re welcome.” Bringing my hand up, I cupped his cheek and softly stroked it with my thumb. “Put your hands on the table for me and don’t move them while we talk. Yes, flat on the table like that. Good boy.”

When his palms were pressed against the wood and he was doing his best to keep them still, I nodded and ran my fingers down one arm, tracing over his bicep and down his forearm. “You’re going to stay just like this while we get to know each other. If you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you at the end of our conversation. Do you understand the rules?”

It took his brain a few seconds to push aside whatever was racing through it, but after a moment, he nodded and swallowed hard. “I keep my hands on the table, and if I’m good, I get a reward. You like control and this is a very basic form of it, so I’m making you happy and probably turning you on.”

Since that seemed to be important to him, I nodded. “That’s right. Seeing you submit to me and feeling how excited it makes you is making me incredibly pleased and very hard.”

His gaze dipped down again but it didn’t last long. “I’ll have to trust you about that.”

He clearly wanted me to wear tighter pants.

“Only for a little while. Remember, you have a reward coming as long as you’re good.” I was going to need to have a liberal definition of that, though. “If you ask nicely, checking to see how hard I am might be your reward.”

His entire body tensed like he was one dirty thought away from an orgasm.

Eventually, he sucked in a breath and sat even straighter as he backed down from the cliff. “I can be very good and ask very nicely. Yes, very nicely.”

We’d see about that…but I was curious to hear what his version of nicely would sound like.

“I’m glad.” Trailing my fingers back up his arm, I caressed over his shoulder and down under his arm so I could pet his chest. “I’d enjoy having your hands on me, but I haven’t asked you about your limits on that yet.”

He squeaked, swallowing roughly again. “I…I’m not sure Francis would say my limits on that were reasonable.”

I laughed as I stroked my fingers over one nipple and loved the needy sound it got me. “Then we won’t go too far. I think a very good limit would be you touching me over my clothes as long as you’re a good boy.”

“For…for how long?” His question was slightly confusing and he must’ve realized that. “How long do we need to have that rule? For an hour? For tonight? For later? I…”

Oh.

“For tonight. I want you to take at least one day to yourself before we go further so you can think about what we’ve talked about.” Kennedy pouted, but I had a feeling that he was thinking about Francis as he finally nodded. “Once we’ve had twenty-four hours apart and you’ve texted me two questions, that will have been enough.”

Touch starved was the phrase that came to mind as another needy shiver had his muscles tensing. “Enough…enough meaning a naked scene or something like that. Touching? Naked touching?”

“Yes.” Making small circles around his nipple, I kept my touch just firm enough that he couldn’t ignore it. “You’re hot enough that I could lean you over the table and fuck you right now, but I want you to be able to tell Francis that I want more than a quick fuck with you. So talking first. Naked second.”

And scientific scenes third?

I wasn’t sure how that schedule would play out, but I knew putting it off would not earn Kennedy’s trust in the long run.

“Talk first. Naked second.” Kennedy let out a slow, deep breath. “He’ll like that. I don’t. But he will.”

His reaction said that making his friend happy was probably the best decision, so I didn’t feel bad about making Kennedy wait just a bit for naked orgasms. “It’ll also give you time to send me your limits list and to decide if you want to be fucked on our next date.”

It was the most unique first meeting I’d ever had with a sub, but I thought that just made it endearing.

Kennedy’s entire body told me his answer, but after a second, he let out a breath. “Yes, lists and then fucks. That makes it safer for everyone and there’s less chance that you can get mad.”

Yep, we weren’t going to put off the scene until we knew each other really well.

Could that be a first date?

No, I needed to plan that out a bit more and even two days weren’t going to be enough.

“And there’s less chance that you’ll be surprised by something on my list that might be a deal-breaker.” It wasn’t just about protecting him, but I wasn’t going to point that out.

I was, however, going to distract him.

“What if you don’t like me pinching your nipples and I did it without realizing it was a hard limit for you?” Stroking back and forth over his now beaded nipple, I shrugged and tried to ignore his quiet, sexy moan. “I might pinch one right now, but I don’t know if that’s something you like.”

“I…I’m going to like it but…but we can figure that out right now.” Every muscle in Kennedy’s body tightened. “Yes. That’s a good plan. Let’s try that.”

Giving it another flick, I was glad the sexy cutie had worn a thin, tight T-shirt that showed off his sexy body. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We are in public and we’re talking about me hurting you.”

His adorable squeak made me want to see what other sounds I could get from him, but he quickly swallowed and got real words out. “I…I understand we’re in public…I think…I think you’ll know the rules here better than I do.”

Oh yes.

“So…so you should be in charge of that. I…I consent. No. I’m green. Yes, I wanted to use stoplight colors. You need to know that. Have I told you that? What—” His rambling could’ve gone on forever, but I cut it off midstream with just a pinch.

He lit up, arching his chest out and letting out a shaky breath as his eyelids tried to close. But his hands stayed right on the table. “I…yes. I liked it. That…that was a successful test run. Thank you.”

Leaning closer, I gave his nipple a tug as I kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome, and thank you for letting me know that you liked it.”

He shivered for me, taking a deep breath and nodding slowly. “You’re welcome, Sir.”

“And you did a very good job of making sure I knew your safewords.” His brain was going in a thousand directions, but he wanted to be a good boy. “You’re doing a wonderful job of behaving for me.”

Kennedy let out a soft, needy whine but licked his lips, cutting off the sexy sound. “I…I like rewards and being good.”

“Do you like being good or do you like hearing me tell you that you’ve been good? Those are two different things.” Moving back to his other nipple, I gave that one a pinch and loved the way his body jerked.

“I…I guess…the second. I like hearing you tell me that I’ve been good.” Shifting back and forth for a moment, Kennedy quickly stopped himself. “Do…do I have to sit still? I mean…my hands are on the table.”

I was pretty sure I knew what he was actually thinking, so I answered his asked and unasked questions. “You may wiggle and you can also try to adjust your dick as long as your hands stay on the table.”

That got me a frustrated huff but he nodded. “Yes, Sir. Um, thank you?”

“I like it when you thank me for torturing you.” Kissing his neck, I smiled when he groaned. “Yes, rock for me. Let everyone see how hard and needy you are.”

I wasn’t sure if it was too much and his pink cheeks didn’t tell me much, but after a few seconds, he rocked and spread his legs wider, sighing as he focused on his hands. “Good boy. I’m glad you’re hard for me and I love that everyone knows it too.”

That got me another rock from the sexy sub, but he peeked over at me too. “I’m…I don’t want to embarrass you.”

Nope.

Wanting to cut that line of thought off completely, I kept my gaze on his and ran my hand down his chest and between his legs. When I got to his bulge, I squeezed his erection just hard enough to make it obvious to everyone who could see us that I was playing with him. “It’ll take a lot more than having a wiggly sub to embarrass me.”

Especially at BJ’s.

Finding the head of his cock, I left my hand holding him possessively and made circles over it with my thumb. Kennedy’s body bowed like he was a rubber band ready to snap and he nearly came off the seat, but his hands stayed in place. When he forced himself back down in the booth, I nodded and kept my hand in place. “Good boy, and that was a wonderful show for everyone.”

Kennedy shivered and looked at me like I was the most amazing man he’d ever seen. “That’s so…”

Good.

That was so good.

“That’s going to help you remember who you belong to.” And it was going to help him feel displayed and maybe used. “Now, we have a conversation to get back to, don’t we?”

And I was going to see how long I could fuck with him before he begged to come or just exploded for me.