Page 44 of Santa’s Little Faker
“Oh.” Orlando went still but he was clearly processing not panicking. “You’re right.”
It was good to see we were on the same page with that, but what did that mean for him?
“I know.” Opening my door, I gave him another firm look that sent a shiver through him. “Wait for me.”
Oh, he liked that.
He was back to doing hisadjust his hard cockwiggle he somehow thought was more subtle than actually grabbing himself. It wasn’t, but at least it wouldn’t get him in trouble in public. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” For being polite and understanding it was Dom time. “Good manners and being sweet for me will go a long way in getting another reward.”
He seemed to love the innocent routine now that he wasn’t actually quite so innocent, and since we were at the point where it was sexy and not so worrisome, I was going to encourage it. I wasn’t sure if he’d learned it from Terrence or if it was something he’d come to appreciate about himself, but it seemed like it was going to be a fun way for him to drive me insane.
It was genetic.
He wasn’t going to be able to help it.
But I still reinforced the behavior as I opened his door and reached in to release his seat belt. “That’s my good boy.”
And if my hands grazed a bit too closely over his lap, it was a fun bonus for both of us.
“I…” He shivered as my fingers trailed just over his bulge and didn’t seem to feel the need to hide his reaction. “I like being good.”
That seemed like a sign we could continue, so I took his hand to get his attention. “Then let’s go inside so I can reward you.”
Orlando swallowed hard and seemed to really think about making his legs work so he could follow my instructions, but once he was upright, his focus snapped back to more important things than walking. “We can both enjoy my reward. That’s fine too.”
That was a clue that could have a variety of meanings, so I decided guessing might be a bad idea. Technically I had a reasonable idea of what kinds of things he’d like to explore, but he’d spent a lot of our time together little, which hadn’t given me a chance to ask specifics.
“Then let’s go figure out a couple of options for me to pick from.” I was still going to be in charge of the decision making, but I really needed a bit more information to make sure I was giving him something that he wanted.
“I…” Swallowing hard again, he blinked a few times as I shut the door and led him to the stairs. “I don’t have to ask for anything, do I?”
“No.” It was a good thing to clarify, though. “We’re going to fill out a limits list for you and then when I see your limits, I will decide what your reward will be.”
Relief seemed to rush through him as I confirmed he was not in charge. “Good…that’s…that’s good.”
Testing out something else that might be good, I released his hand and rested mine low on his back. “That’s right, because I need to know all my options so I pick out the best ones.”
As we climbed the steps, I let my hand slide lower and gave one cheek a squeeze before moving higher again. “It’d be terrible if I didn’t know what you were curious about and all you got was one tiny grope and a cheek kiss.”
Giving him an innocent peck that was more for our possible audience than it was for him got a sigh and a pout from my dramatic cutie. “That’s…well, I like gropes and kisses.”
Chuckling, I focused on the door just long enough to get it open. “But that’s not a big enough reward for how good you’ve been on our date, is it?”
“No, Sir.” Orlando seemed relieved to be able to shake his head and make sure I knew it wasn’t enough. “That’s nice but it’s not a big reward. I was very good. Very.”
As we went inside, he mumbled something about orgasms that wasn’t as quiet as he seemed to think it’d been but it also wasn’t loud enough for me to have heard it clearly. “Very good.”
Since that seemed to be an important point for him, I nodded. “You’re right, so we’re going to pick out some good rewards for us both to enjoy.”
“Yes. You…you need to enjoy my reward too.” His quick glance at the front of my pants wasn’t as subtle as he thought it was, but it gave me some information about what a reward for both of us might look like.
The fact that he seemed to be fairly orally inclined also reinforced that idea.
“But you’re in charge.” Nodding to himself, he seemed to relax more every time he pointed out that I was going to be making the decisions, so I decided to make sure he knew he didn’t have to make any of them.
Leading him over to the couch, I put a pillow on the floor in front of it and did my best to find my Dom headspace. Whatever he saw on my face sent a shiver through him and he reached over to tug on the front of his pants. “No.”
