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Eagerly agreeing, Kenton swallowed his bite as he nodded. “I can do that. We can put them on your calendar and I can tell you when I’m going to have a sleepover with my friends. Those generally just end up with someone naked and no orgasms, but I want to make sure I tell you about them just in case.”
He had a lot of people he ended up naked with.
“Slushies are very good but they’re dangerous to clothes.” Kenton seemed to be honestly confused about how that happened, so I knew the slushies in question had to be strong as fuck. “Emerson always ends up naked but he really doesn’t like clothes.”
Interesting.
Had he talked about Emerson before?
Since I seemed to be getting more helpful information from his chatter than asking actual questions, I nodded and made a curious hum to let him know I was listening before I went back to eating.
Yep.
“He’s kind of interesting but he knows to keep his hands to himself.” Watching him bop his head and take another bite, I was curious about what was going through his mind as he wiggled and ate. When he swallowed, he answered some of that for me. “If he weren’t a sub, he’d be a very good Handler because nothing surprises him and he doesn’t mind wagging tails.”
I was trying to decide if laughing would be rude when Kenton just kept going.
“He’s kind of easily distracted, though, so he’s never been my Handler. I have a friend who does that. Fred or George is one of the lingerie models and he’s very helpful but he doesn’t like naked pup time or seeing my tail wag, so I keep my shorts on for shoots.”
Huh?
“I’m sorry about that.” It was the right response because Kenton nodded sadly, but I had no idea how to translate what he’d said into reality. “Fred or George?”
Had I heard that right?
It was probably the weirdest place to start, but Kenton perked up and beamed, so it must have been an easy question. “He looks like a Harry Potter character, so I call him Fred or George depending on how he’s looking that day.”
I wasn’t sure that answer made any sense, but I nodded again anyway. “Alright.”
So he was one person who might have red hair, depending on what Kenton’s definition of looking like a Harry Potter character meant. “He’s not a naked friend, though?”
Again, it was another easy question to answer, which I was grateful for.
Kenton beamed and nodded as he got another big bite ready. “Yes. He’s very nice.”
And clearly not someone Kenton was interested in, but I decided with Kenton logic turning out to be more interesting than I’d expected, I should probably ask. “Have you dated him?”
His entire face scrunched up and he looked shocked for the first time since we’d started our fascinating discussion. “He’s straight.”
Well, that was unexpected.
“My apologies.” I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing or why his part-time Handler was a straight man who modeled lingerie, but a huge portion of that didn’t seem to be my business, so I moved quickly past it. “Would you like to be able to model without your shorts and to wear your inside tail?”
My brain was making it difficult to sort through the questions I wanted to ask because he just kept putting the oddest images into my head.
“That would be fun.” Wiggling side to side like his tail was wagging, he took another bite like he thought he’d answered my question.
Technically he had, but I’d expected a lot more information before his brain wandered off again.
“If we get to the point in our relationship where I’m your Handler and we’re in an exclusive relationship, would you like me to be your Handler at the shoots so you can have a more…let’s call it a more arousing experience?” I was reworking the question in my head to make more sense when he started choking on what had seemed to be a normal-sized bite.
A couple of coughs and a sip of water later he was fine, but he’d nearly given me a heart attack. “I didn’t do it. The food jumped down my throat too fast. You surprised me, Master.”
Quickly putting the blame on me, he radiated sincerity and clearly hadn’t wanted to upset his Master. “I was careful. Honest.”
He was adorable when he wasn’t almost dying from a piece of chicken.
“I know. I’m sorry I startled you.” Reaching over, I ran my hand over his head and did my best to make sure he could see that I wasn’t upset. “You’re not going to be punished for an accident.”
