Page 54 of Santa’s Little Faker
“Such a good boy deserves a big, naughty reward.”
So it was time to work through the fucking list and make sure I knew the best way to fuck with him and hopefully give him the best orgasm of his life.
Chapter 15
Orlando
“Are we sure calling you a slut won’t upset you?” Master was probably just fucking with me because something about the word made me squirm, but knowing that didn’t make it any less erotic.
Especially because his hands had slowly started wandering lower once we’d made it through thewhere could he touchsection.
Everywhere.
Anywhere and everywhere.
But he hadn’t really gotten close to the everywhere parts yet. He made it sound like we weren’t going slow, but I wasn’t sure we were going fast either.
“I like the word when you say it.” Mostly because he just looked at me different from anyone else. Did he need to hear that? I thought he’d just been fucking with me but maybe it was more than that. “Can…can I ask you a question, Master?”
Terrence and the internet said that was acceptable, but I hadn’t done it as we’d gone through the list. I could clearly see what he’d checked and how he’d responded, but so far, he was the only one asking questions and I was starting to think that was making him nervous.
Doms worried.
Terrence had told that to Leander several times.
“Yes.” Something must’ve pleased him because he leaned down and kissed my neck, a wonderful new addition to his regular kisses since we’d gone through the touch section. “You may ask me anything you’d like.”
Yeah, he’d like questions.
Okay.
Had to make my brain work better so it made sense.
“Does the word makeyouuncomfortable?” Was that the right way to ask it? “I thought you were just teasing me at first because…because you like it when I squirm, but I feel like I need to clarify that now.”
Ha.
Full sentences.
Oh.
He went still.
As I tried not to panic, he finally went back to nuzzling against me and seemed to be processing whatever had come to mind when I’d asked the possibly confusing question. After a bit, he distracted himself by nibbling up my neck until he got to my ear. “It might be both. You’re right. I do love making you squirm and fight the urge to grab yourself, but I was probably worrying more than I needed to.”
Okay, so I wasn’t wrong but had he said what the problem was?
If I was going to get spanked by him, I should be able to ask that, right?
Communication before naked fun.
“Um, why were you worrying?” I could ask that. I could ask that. I could ask that. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Shoot.
Panicked.
Master chuckled but didn’t pull away or tell me I was wrong. “Such a good boy. I’ve been in situations in the past where word choices like slut upset partners in the moment even though they’d said it was fine.”
