Oh. Was that…embarrassing?
He started a hushed ramble. “Like, I love fantasies about breeding and Daddy coming all over me, even my face, and I like to choke, you know? But the taste and texture of, you know, a full, um, load… I just—” He almost gagged right there.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I pulled him to me and kissed the top of his head. Precious boy, he had no reason to be embarrassed by something like that. Christ.
“James loves to swallow if that makes up for it,” he said in a small voice.
“Jordan—sweet boy. Listen to me.” I wriggled my arm free and cupped his face in my hands. “The only thing you need to make up for is acting like it’s wrong to have preferences andlimits. You hear me? There’s absolutely nothing embarrassing about that.”
He still wouldn’t look me in the eye. “But most people can do it, and I’ve heard some say that you’re not as good at being a sub if you can’t take care of your Dom that way.”
“Well, those people are fucking idiots,” I told him seriously. Fuck, that pissed me off. “Submission comes from your heart and your mind, not your ability to take a load down your throat.”
Whether he was ready or not, a giggle slipped out, and he promptly slapped a hand over his mouth.
“There’s that gorgeous smile. Let Daddy see it.”
He dropped his hand and squirmed.
I dipped down and kissed him quickly. “No swallowing for you. Which works out great for me, actually. I was planning on emptying myself in your tight little bottom anyway.”
He let out a needy sound and crawled up on my lap. “That sounds so hot.” He buried his face against my neck. “But I still wanna suck you lots and lots, okay? And I don’t have a problem with pre-come.”
I laughed silently and hugged him tightly. “That’s good to know.” As I kissed his shoulder, I saw Nathan and James. More than that, Nathan in charge of James. They were kissing, teasingly, lips just brushing, Nate murmuring something, James nodding and acting greedy, trying to kiss Nate harder, but he wouldn’t have it. He had a tight grip on James’s chin. “Look at James and Mister Rigger, Jordan.”
Jordan looked over his shoulder. “Oh gosh.” He turned back to me. “Mister Rigger is so gorgeous, Sir. And he’s more intimidating than you are.”
“Damn right, he is. I’m the nice guy.”
At that, he turned dubious. “Okay,Sadist. But seriously, I don’t feel switchy atallwith him.”
I grinned faintly, not surprised for shit.
“You’re not gonna feel switchy with me either, sweetheart.”
He pursed his lips. “We’ll see.”
Yes. We would.
I felt much better about everything when we returned downstairs some twenty minutes later. When Jordan had skipped off to the bathroom real quick, I’d filled Nathan in on Jordan’s limit, just so we were all on the same page. Nate had been understandably irritated by whatever piece of shit had made Jordan feel bad.
The only thing missing for me was that I hadn’t gotten to hear James reading his text, but I planned on getting a taste of it soon enough. Right now, I was happy. Jordan was comfortable in his jammies—and a black tie—and James was uncomfortable in a pair of boxer briefs—and a black tie.
They had their masks too.
I adjusted my own as we reached the bottom step.
“We have to get ready for the waltz!” someone hollered, rushing by.
I hitched my brows at Nate. “What fucking waltz?”
“Did you read the information at all?” he chuckled.
“I skimmed it.” I’d read the important stuff.
“I read it’s a new feature,” Jordan announced. “Like, there’d been some complaints about how the ball wasn’t actually a ball, so they’ve added ball stuff.”
“You talk a lot about balls, little one,” I told him.
