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I wanted to huff in his face too. Macklin was awesome.
Freaking Sadists.
* * *
Master picked the perfect moment to crank up our TPE routine, because I had zero interest in discussing lizards at dinner. Ty and Lane were very nice, not that I knew them well, and they were happy to answer any of Noa’s questions.
While the dining room flooded with questions about lizard food, disgusting isopods, worms, and all the things I didn’t want in my home, my sole focus was on Master. I kneeled next to his chair at the head of the table, wearing only a pair of my slave briefs, and my posture had to be flawless.
He hadn’t made any mention of my posture since long before he ended up in the hospital, and now I was realizing how much I’d missed it. Not necessarily the discomfort of kneeling just so, but the…the ritual of it.
Master had even blindfolded me, and I had zero complaints. All I had to do was make sure my back was straight, knees in line with my shoulders, no slumping, hands clasped behind my back—and I had to open my mouth when Master brushed the fork to my lips.
The meat was admittedly delicious. I guessed I was wrong. They actually could work a grill.
“So have you decided on a name yet?” Lane asked.
“Heck yeah!” Noa answered. “He’s gonna be my Nut. But his full Christian name will be Fluffernutter Chauncefordton Hayles.”
Chauncefordton?
“Uh…why Chauncefordton, freckles?” KC asked.
“Because it’s fancy, obviously,” Noa replied frankly. “Fluffernutter is a goofy name, so I took Chauncy and couldn’t decide if I wanted to end it with ton or ford, you know like all old English names, and here we are. Chauncefordton.”
Ty chuckled. “I like it. Sound logic to my ears.”
I felt my mouth twitch.
“It’ll be a unique name, that’s for sure,” Master added in his Uncle Lucian tone.
“Yup! Do you like it also, Daddy?” Noa asked.
“How can I not? It’s a great name,” Daddy lied smoothly.
Master brought me my next bite to eat, and I opened my mouth. It beat grinning like a loon. Noa was so cute. And what was wrong with goofy? He was goofy personified. We didn’t want him fancy.
Except at Tate and Master Kingsley’s wedding!
“I take it the gender’s important?” Ty inquired. “They can be tricky to sex, but it’s obviously not impossible.”
There was a pause before Noa responded. “Do you sex Tank, Sir?”
Oh God.
I chewed and cleared my throat to keep from laughing.
Lane didn’t hold back.
“Well, I only did it the one time,” Ty said, definitely amused. “If you want, Lane and I can come with you when you pick up the lizard.”
“Don’t fall for the pro-tips from places like Petco,” Lane added. “They’ll give a spiel about the width of a male’s throat and the thickness of a female’s tail, but you kinda need to wait for the hemipenes to be everted if you wanna be sure.”
“The hemiwhat?” Noa blurted out.
I coughed and screwed my eyes shut behind the silky blindfold. Get your act together!
“Lizard dick,” Lane translated bluntly.
