Page 46 of Santa’s Little Faker
And every movement was accompanied by sex sound effects that vibrated through me right down to my dick.
When I finally released his mouth, there was no doubting how hard both of us were or how wobbly his legs were. My needy boy was barely staying upright and I was pretty sure his hard cock was going to lead him into some bad behavior if we weren’t careful.
“That’s a start.” Relaxing my hold just enough to put some breathing room between us, I glanced down. “Shoes off.”
I wasn’t sure how much more would follow, but it was a start and would make him more comfortable. But while it was logical, it wasn’t an order he quickly processed. Orlando glanced down at the floor and then back up at me several times before he finally nodded and slipped his shoes off.
He was slightly wobbly but the tight hold he had on my arms made sure he wasn’t going down…and that I wasn’t moving very far. “Shoes. Yes. I’m a good boy.”
That was definitely top thing on his mind, so I nodded and took it seriously. “Yes, you are a very good boy.”
His long exhale said it might still be on his mind, so as I shifted us toward the pillow, I did my best to reinforce it. “You listen to your Dom. You ask good questions. You tell me what you’re thinking when I ask. You’ve been honest about what you’d like to explore. You were very well-behaved on our date even when it was hard.”
His family would test the patience of a saint, but his cousin—second or third or something—had started the ball rolling by asking when I’d settled for cute and crazy.
Needless to say, she hadn’t gotten a tip, not that Orlando knew that yet.
“It was hard. Emilia is kinda mean and you’re really hot.” Orlando’s mind was wandering a bit, but he knew what to do as he got to the pillow and knelt down perfectly. “You kept glaring at me and saying things.”
So it was all my fault he’d kept doing the erection boogie at the table?
“You were a good boy, though, and you’re going to keep being good for me now, too.” It wasn’t really a question but he nodded as he watched me sit down right beside him. “All you need to do now to be a good boy is to answer my questions and sit where I can touch you.”
I’d technically meant appropriate places like his head since my hand was already there, but he shivered again and looked like he wanted to grab himself because he glanced down at his hands. “Where do these go? I need to be good.”
So he could get an orgasm judging by his mumbles.
“We’re going to start with them behind your back, one hand holding the other wrist. Yes, just like that.” Sexy as fuck…especially with the way it softened his expression and his worries seemed to fade. “When that’s not comfortable, I want you to rest them on your knees or give them to me to hold.”
“You’ll make sure I’m a good boy.” His relieved sigh had me fighting back a smile. “Yes, that’s your job. Not mine.”
That was not how this worked, but we’d have to talk about that later.
“We’re going to start by going over a limits list.” It’d felt a bit presumptuous earlier, but I’d printed off a couple just in case. “I need to know what your current limits are, so I have two copies.”
We’d come to the point where I hadn’t been able to decide what to do, so he was going to be able to make a choice as long as he could do it without panicking. “One is where I’ve gone through and answered the questions first so you can see what I think, the other is where both of them are blank. Which do you want to use?”
Would seeing my answers be overwhelming or would it influence his choices?
I thought I knew what he’d pick, but lately Orlando had made a hobby out of surprising me, and it was time to see if I was adapting fast enough.
Chapter 13
Orlando
The internet said I was supposed to be doing this naked, but maybe Master didn’t know that?
He was definitely Master, not Daddy, but he was also a worrier, so getting me naked right off the bat might’ve made him nervous.
Oh.
He’d asked a question.
That was why he was looking at me.
“The internet said being in this position would turn off my brain but it lied.” That was kind of sad. “It’s still working but it’s sexy and kind of good weird, so I’m not complaining.”
I decided to point that out just in case.
