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I’d been hoping they’d come off too fast for me to need my fancy stuff.
Not-Henry chuckled. “He’s damned near naked at the moment and was glad he was wearing panties so he could meet you. We’re not going to be worried about what you’re wearing, but yeah, those are my favorite.”
Hey, that was another thing.
“I knew he liked these pants. He told me to wear them on the last date he sent me on.” I should’ve connected the dots on how much he’d been watching me a lot sooner. “I know a lot aboutNot-Henry. His name isn’t really important because those are hard anyway.”
What if his name was so long he wanted me to call him Bob too?
“You’ve been telling him to date other people?” Silas wasn’t getting any happier even if he’d moved back another step. “For fuck’s sake, that’s insane.”
Really?
“Um, Not-Henry? Are the rumors I’ve heard about them true?” Not-Henry’s snort and the other omega’s giggle said they were. “Then isn’t he more insane than we are?”
“Oh yeah.” Stepping closer, Not-Henry actually put his hand on my back, sending shivers through me that made him laugh again. “Now, tell Silas that you’re not worried about meeting me and remind him again that you know the safewords we’ll be using tonight.”
Yay.
“We’re finally going in?” Wait. I had instructions to follow. “Stop light colors. Green is go. Red means stop, but I already used that one. Yellow is pause. I’m not worried about meeting you, but I was kind of worried you might be a computer AI gone rogue or a hallucination, so I’m glad you’re real.”
That was really nice and it was another step closer toward me finally getting tied up again.
“I’m going to get restrained so I can have a good orgasm again, and I’m going to meet people who won’t think I’m strange.” It was exhausting having to pretend to be boring all the time. It was like being the beta of the sex world and it was hard to keep constantly doing it.
“Is…hegoing to restrain you?” Silas stumbled over his words and waved his hand at Not-Henry. “Do you understand what limits are?”
Why did he have to ask such hard questions?
Leaning closer to Not-Henry again, I dropped my voice a little lower. “Do you think I’m cute enough to tie up and help me orgasm?”
“Yes.” Not-Henry’s answer made Silas roll his eyes. “Do you think I’m sexy enough to tie you up? I’m not cute.”
“Do you want to be cute?” We could work on figuring out what made someone cute versus sexy if he wanted to. “No one has ever considered me sexy, so it didn’t occur to me to pick that option.”
Silas sounded like he was being strangled by a ghost, so I just focused on Not-Henry. “I think you’re sexy too, though. You’ve got that broody thing going for you and you don’t look…”
I managed not to look at Silas but it was hard. “You don’t look scary.”
He was my Not-Henry…he could never be scary.
Our audience just kept giggling and sighing but Not-Henry smirked. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Could we go back to tying me up? “Did I do a good enough job to get restrained now?”
Should I apologize for the coffee thing?
“I promise not to have any coffee for the rest of the night, spare change or not.” Did coffee ice cream have caffeine in it? I was going to need a treat after I got my orgasm. That was just how it worked, so it had to be okay.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to figure out that spare change issue.” Not-Henry glared at me. “I’m going to research change jars when I get home later.”
Hopefully much later.
Could change jars shock me?
Yell at me?
Shame me?
