It didn’t seem like a question, but I treated it like it was. Leaning back, I gave him a truly asshole grin. “No, I’m looking forward to it.”
That earned another shiver from the dirty boy and his hands shifted again. I shook my head. “Hands on your head. If you can’t behave, I’ll treat you like the naughty boy you are.”
He made a low embarrassed moan as he raised his hands. Having to sit like the wiggle kid in preschool had him blushing and squirming as his dick bobbed up and down trying to silently beg for attention.
“That’s better.” I trailed my fingers down his arms and through the baby-fine hair under his arms. Wondering how attached he was to it, I did my best to focus back on our discussion.
“So we’re going to go through several things real quick since our dinner is ready. So far, I know you want to be teased and you like lots of humiliating dirty talk since you almost came when I called you a dirty slut.” He whined low but nodded and licked his lips.
“Good slut.” I reached out and patted his head like he was a well-behaved puppy. “I know that you want me to make fun of your little thingy and that you have fantasies about me ignoring it completely. And from our earlier conversation with Bishop while you were hiding, I know you like mild pain and spankings. Do I have that right so far?”
His head bobbed up and down but words didn’t seem to be his strong suit at the moment.
“Good. Now, are you comfortable with me touching you intimately? Not fucking you or penetrating you at this point, but just light touches or pinches to the rest of your body like I did over your shirt earlier?”
Archer swallowed several times like he was trying to give me a verbal response, but he finally gave up and just nodded like he was a bobblehead doll with a loose head.
“And are you comfortable with me making you touch me?” The moan he let out said the answer was probably yes, but I waited until he let out a squeaky yes before nodding.
“Very good. So here is what we’re going to do. Now remember, I expect to hear a safeword if there’s a problem.” When he nodded again, I continued. “We’re going to have dinner, then as I relax with my feet up on my little footrest, I’m going to find a limits list and we’ll go over it together.”
I got the goldfish mouth again, but other than that, he seemed to be on board so I kept going. “You will not get clothes until I’m good and ready to get you dressed. Then I’ll pick something fun for you to wear. If I can’t find anything appropriate, we’ll order some things.” Then I gave him another eager, if not evil, grin. “Then I’m going to punish you.”
I caught one hand as it made it halfway to his dick. “I think cuffs and some restraints are going to be the first thing on my shopping list.”
Archer made a low embarrassed sound and looked a bit sheepish that time. “I’m sorry.”
“You will be.” Then to temper the words that made him shiver again, I kissed his head. “Follow me on all fours into the kitchen. You won’t get to walk upright until I know you can keep your hands where they belong or until I find a restraint for you.”
Archer’s brain couldn’t seem to decide how he felt about that, but his dick was thoroughly enjoying itself based on the amount of precum that was slicking the slim shaft. As he gaped at me, I rose, making sure to crowd against him so my barely restrained dick brushed against his face.
He sucked in a breath, but it seemed to be about remembering to breathe, so I didn’t worry it was too much for my little roomie to handle. When his gaze darted to my pants, the sweats he loved, I smiled.
Stroking over his head, I rested my hand on the back of his head and gently eased him closer. It didn’t take much effort to nudge his head against my dick. Rubbing his cheek against my erection, I chuckled. “That’s what a real dick feels like, isn’t it?”
Before he had a chance to even process the question, I continued teasing him. “That’s why you just have a thingy. But don’t worry. I’m going to give you