Page 20 of Santa’s Little Faker
Good grief.
“I don’t like being tied up. I tried it one time to learn how to do it safely, but I don’t like it and I didn’t do it again.” Understatement of the year right there. “So that’s something I don’t do.”
I understood other people could enjoy it but that wasn’t something I was willing to do to a sub. Orlando made a soft, thinking sound and nodded like it made sense. “Does holding a good boy down make bad feelings?”
“No.” How much was answering questions and how much was oversharing? “There are a lot of ways a sub could escape that kind of situation, but being restrained with something like a rope is different.”
Maybe?
It was different in my reactions so that was all I was counting.
“Like when the big cousins tie you up playing cops and robbers and forget you.” Orlando sighed. “That makes big feelings too.”
His family was ridiculous.
They’d forgotten him?
How had I never heard that story?
“Yes, that can make big feelings.” Did he have big feelings? “And sometimes big feels aren’t logical, but they’re very important.”
Thankfully that got another nod from him and didn’t seem like something he had a problem processing.
“That’s why we have limits for little stuff and big stuff and that’s why subs are supposed to have lots of opinions.” I knew what was coming before he’d even finished his breath. “Terrence said so.”
How could someone be so annoying and so right at the same time?
“That’s correct.” Saying that shouldn’t have been painful but it definitely made me feel dramatic. “We can have lots of different kinds of limits, and it’s always important to explain them when you’re talking to a Daddy or a Dom.”
I really hoped he remembered that.
He nodded again, but I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Thankfully this side of Orlando didn’t have a problem telling me exactly what was on his mind. “Yep, we tell our safewords and our limits, and Terrence told his friend if the Dom didn’t understand how to remember limits, we make him regret it.”
The way Orlando jerked his knee sent shivers through me.
Who was Terrence’s friend and why was he dating such dickheads?
“Yes. At the very least that’s why we meet new people in public first and we don’t let them send us flowers and chocolate and toys until we know they’re safe.” My grumbling got a giggle from Orlando and there wasn’t a worry in sight.
I had plenty for us both, so I wasn’t going to let his lack of them be an issue.
“Terrence wants to bring his friend to meet the rest of the family. I think they’re kind of scary but Terrence is really smart.” Orlando clearly wanted to question his smart new friend’s logic about that one but he was too polite for that. “You’re nice but you’re going to be my helper. Terrence’s friend is going to have to find someone else.”
Could I laugh at how possessive he sounded?
Not sure, I took it seriously as I made sure he knew I was his helper. “We’ll find him someone else. You’ve got a big family.”
At least a handful were functional and single, so it might not be as hard as Orlando was imagining.
“Yes. He gets someone else.” As his gaze went back to the movie, he forgot his picture for the moment. “Terrence can pick out someone for him. That’s not my job. Nope. He’s notmyfriend. He’s Terrence’s friend. You’re my special person, though, so he can’t have you.”
Before I could agree with him, because I wasn’t going to tie myself that close to Terrence for any reason, Orlando managed to tear himself away from the car’s bad behavior to finally focus on me. “He can’t have you. You’re mine.”
He was going to be unreasonably stubborn about that…and make a scene if we weren’t careful…it was going to be like those Pokémon cards all over again.
Wait.
Oh.
