Page 50 of Experiments in Love
Yes, the good Dom part of me wanted to help, but the controlling side wanted to hide Kennedy away and keep him safe from crazy people who took their shit out on him.
Dom problems at their finest.
“You make sure I do what’s best for me.” He kissed my cheek, definitely aiming to be adorable, and snuggled close again. “You made rules for me and you give me lots of orgasms.”
“And you give me attention when I haven’t talked to real humans and you give me lots of ideas for fun ways to make you orgasm.” Listing off how helpful he was got another happy wiggle from him. “I didn’t even talk to Jasper today. It was terrible.”
I loved my job and I’d gotten a lot accomplished, but it was draining.
“He’s naughty. Did he even text you?” Kennedy straightened, frowning again. “He’s not been a very good friend lately. He even canceled your plans to go to the bar.”
“Technically that’s true, but I can’t complain about that one because it helped me meet you.” And he’d been working on finishing up a big project, so he’d been putting in a ridiculousnumber of hours. “We’re going to go out to dinner or something next week. He said he’s going to make it up to me.”
Kennedy cocked his head but seemed to be doing his best to be subtle. “What kind of restaurant are you going to?”
Hmm.
“Not BJ’s if that’s what you’re asking.” I chuckled when he huffed and a sheepish look came over his face. “Just dinner. BJ’s is something that I’m just going to do with you from now on. You get my attention, not strangers.”
Kennedy probably wouldn’t have second-guessed me going to a regular bar, but he associated BJ’s with shenanigans and sexy waiters, so I couldn’t blame him.
“I wasn’t going to pout or complain.” He seemed to believe that, so I nodded. “I just…it was…”
As he tried to figure out how to explain his thoughts in a way I couldn’t complain about, I jumped in to make sure he knew he could complain.
“You found a limit and you were trying to figure out how to articulate it.” Giving him a quick peck, I tried to make sure all he could see on my face was relaxed confidence. “Thank you for trying to sort that out for me, but you don’t have to rush if it’s not coming together right off the bat.”
I could feel the stress in him fading as memories of past bad relationships faded. He let out a breath and rested his head back on my shoulder. “You’re welcome. And thank you for helping me explain it. I think I’d prefer that BDSM places or even BDSM-adjacent places fall under the category of something we do together.”
Before I could nod, his head popped up again. “You can go to a strip club or something boring, though. I don’t mind that.”
Strip clubs were boring?
Strip clubs or boring places, meaning they were two different categories?
Nope.
It didn’t matter.
“I will do my best never to end up in a situation like that without you.” I wasn’t sure how to word it any less specifically than that since I wasn’t sure I understood what he meant to begin with.
Instead of clarifying or even just rolling his eyes, Kennedy nodded. “Stuff happens. The apocalypse. Unexpected bachelor parties. I understand.”
His logic was fascinating.
“If the apocalypse happens, I think I’m going to live in a fancy grocery store. The strip club wouldn’t have enough food.” There was no way strippers were hiding enough food to keep anyone alive. “But thank you for being understanding.”
“You’re welcome.” Giving me another kiss, Kennedy’s brain jumped to a new topic. “Have you planned anything for us or am I supposed to come up with something since I’m coming to visit you? I thought you planning our dates might be a Dom thing but then I started second-guessing that. Is it the visiting person who plans?”
It was a good question.
“I was seeing it as a Dom thing and like a control thing.” I shrugged as he nodded. “I don’t mind sharing if you had a plan.”
I was just hoping he didn’t.
Kennedy shook his head.
Perfect.
