Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“You…” Shoot. As we got closer to the club parking lot, I knew I shouldn’t say it but I was going to anyway. The memories of the club were too confusing and too fresh and seeing the building didn’t help me feel more confident about what was happening. “I’m going to preface this by reminding you that you said I could ask questions.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Go for it.”
He was so dramatic.
“You want that too, right?” Okay, maybe I could see why he was being ridiculous. “I know you said you did, but…”
“But the too close to a friend’s dinner date didn’t help solidify that confidence and now you’re questioning the reality of what happened at the club.” Cyrus didn’t call me out for second-guessing what he’d said but he started swinging our arms as he got his thinking face. It was usually about work or workouts or something he loved like the financial news.
Now it was about me.
Me.
Okay, maybe that made it feel more like a date.
“I know Conner wanted us to be somewhat logical but…but I don’t do well with that.” It always fucked things up. “It’s taken me a while to figure out what I like but I haven’t been able to make it work with anyone.”
He snorted.
Brat.
“I’m not anyone.” Instead of stopping by the car, he whirled me around and pinned me against it.
Wow.
“I’m your Dom and I’m going to be the one fucking with you later.” As he crowded closer, he rocked his hips and rubbed his erection against me. “I might even be the one fucking you later if you’re a good boy and beg sweetly.”
He.
I.
Yeah.
Thinking was highly overrated.
“But I’m not anyone and I’m not lying about wanting to humiliate you and to fuck with you and make you beg to come.” His words made my legs go wobbly, but luckily for me he was using his body to hold me up.
The thigh that was braced between mine was definitely helpful in more ways than one.
“I think you can feel that, though, can’t you?” Giving me a skeptical look, he ground his cock against me, making me ride his leg. “Show me you’re a good boy and answer my question.”
I…I could be a good boy.
“Yes…I…I can feel that.” Yes. I was a good boy. “What…what do good boys get?”
Hadn’t we talked about that?
Smiling like I was adorable, he gave me a soft peck on the lips that did crazy things to my stomach. “Are you going to be my good boy? Are you sure?”
I could feel my face heating up but I couldn’t help the way I shook or the way my head bobbed. “Yes. I…I can be good.”
Making a tsking sound, he frowned and sent a shiver through me. “No, how do you need to say it?”
Fuck.
He was really good at that.
“I…I can be a good boy.” Once I stopped shaking and my dick stopped trying to burst out of my pants.
I’d been hard for hours and desperate for days, and it was making it impossible to think, much less follow through with promises of behaving.
“Very good. Yes.” I was going to try, though. “Very good.”
“Then I think it’s time to reward my slut.” Going back to looking excited and proud of me, he patted my head and sent a wave of humiliation and pleasure through me. “Good boys get humps. Hump time, slut.”
I shouldn’t.
I really shouldn’t.
It…it was our first date.
It might’ve been our first date.
“That’s right.” My hips didn’t listen to what my head was trying to point out. “You’re a good humper.”
God.
That was so.
He just.
I crashed my head into his chest and gave up trying to deny his order. Between his excitement and his tone and his sexy body keeping me trapped, I couldn’t fight it.
God.
It was so good.
He was so hard.
He was so big.
He praised me so perfectly.
“Good boy. Oh, you’re so fast. I bet that feels good. Is my good humper going to come? Show me how happy my humper is.”
Evil.
He was evil.
How had I never realized that?
How had I never realized how sexy that was?
Fuck.
“Oh yes, that’s my good boy.” As my orgasm crashed over me, Cyrus ground his leg against me and kept the pleasure and humiliation rushing through me. “I bet that feels so good. Such a cute, dirty little slut.”
Then he shut down my brain completely.
He kissed my head.
Chapter 6
Cyrus
I’d worry when he stopped gaping at his lap and shivering.
Looking stupid and confused while he marveled at his mess wasn’t the point to start obsessing yet.
Remembering that was harder than he seemed to think, but I’d seen Weston at his most dramatic and we were nowhere near him being frustrated with me.
He was simply stunned and possibly still technically turned on even though he’d just come humping my leg. Which, okay, had been hot enough to turn both of us into morons, but I was supposed to be the thinking one, so I was glad he’d let me drive us back to his place.