Page 52 of Santa’s Little Faker
His whine was a mix of frustration and desperation, but it also seemed to show he was weakening.
Sighing, I pointed lower on the list before going back to rub his chest. “And I can’t even think about offering to spank you tonight until I know if I can take off your pants.”
The list was all kinds of fucked up at least when it came to how it was organized, but it’d had a good mix of things I thought Orlando would be able to easily say yes to as well as included some of my favorite activities.
Like the breeding kink.
I might have to stop grumbling about Terrence since he’d already eased Orlando into that kink without seemingly realizing it.
Ugh.
I definitely owed him a present at Christmas at the very least.
“Spankings…spankings have to go on bare bottoms for safety.” Orlando’s drama receded as he gave me a new fact he’d learned. “It’s to make sure the Dom or Daddy can see the skin and make sure it’s not too hard, because everyone’s bottom is different. I didn’t know that. But it is. Doms like naked bottoms, though, too. Everyone knows that. Terrence. The internet. Even Leander had to admit it and he argues about everything Terrence says.”
Because he was the smart one in their friendship.
“That’s right…on both counts.” Was he worried I didn’t want to see his ass? “I’m going to enjoy having you bent over for me and your bare bottom wiggling around no matter what it’s for. Spanking or another type of playtime.”
Ignoring how crazy it was to be having that conversation with Orlando, I shrugged and sighed. “I’m very patient, though.”
So we didn’t have to rush to get to that point…if that was the issue?
“Good Doms are patient.” Nodding slowly, it seemed more of a random fact than anything leading toward the problem. The way he shifted his gaze back to the list said I was right even if I was still just guessing about the issue. “And sometimes Doms know they don’t have to be patient and that’s okay.”
Alrighty then.
We were making progress.
Had he been told real men go slow when it came to stuff like this?
What the fuck had someone told him?
“Patient can look like different things, though.” Shrugging, I tried to look casual and like this was just random ramblings. “We’ve known each other for a long time, so it’s not like you just met me off an app.”
Or like I was his Secret Santa Stalker.
Fucking insanity right there…for a few different reasons.
“But…but we don’t want to rush people and we don’t want to go too fast. It might be rude. First dates and all.” Orlando’s hesitant tone and scrunched-up face said he wasn’t sure about that part.
“Or possibly third date depending on what we’re considering dates.” We weren’t exactly doing anything typically…no matter what he seemed to think we were doing. “We’ve spent a lot of nonfriend time over the past day or so.”
Longer than that if I included listening to him in his backyard.
That had him going still for a moment, so I decided to shift the mood and turned his head so he was looking at me. “If you ask for something tonight as a reward that I’m not ready to do, I will explain why and then give you an alternative we can do that might help you fulfill the same need or desire.”
And something sparked in him.
When I could see understanding in his eyes, I continued. “If you asked for a full breeding scene, I’d say we needed to wait because we need to have a few more conversations first.”
I really needed to understand the acceptable dirty talk for that kind of scene before we played around with it.
“But I might suggest something like me jerking you off while you begged to be bred and told you no because you’d been a naughty omega or a dirty slut who wasn’t going to be bred until you learned your place.” Based on what he’d said about his choice of reading material lately, I didn’t think either of those would make him nervous, but the wide eyes and shiver they got were a welcomed reaction.
“I…I’d be a good dirty slut, Master.” Orlando had stopped worrying and was back to his needy headspace as he focused on the scene. “I…I think I could beg for that convincingly.”
I bet he could.
