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)
Well, he got part of it.
“Good boy. But what are you leaving alone? How should you have said it?” He wasn’t going to get to use boring language as long as the naughty stuff got such good responses. “Try again.”
The too sweet push, almost like I was a teacher, got a wiggle and whine from him, but he didn’t disobey me. “I’ll leave my toy alone.”
Perfect.
“And?” Something had him squirming in his seat, so I tapped over his cock and shook my head. “Stop playing with yourself and answer my questions.”
Oh, that was fun too.
His gaze went back to being confused and sexy, but the rest of his body lit up like it was Christmas, and I was betting his body had made a desperate attempt to orgasm again. “I…”
I was going to learn to be very patient, but it was worth it to watch him try to find a verbal response and sit still at the same time. He didn’t seem to realize how long it’d taken him but eventually words came out again. “I have other toys. Not just this one.”
He glanced down at his cock like he wanted to make sure I knew what he was talking about. That definitely earned more praise. “Good boy for remembering it’s a toy not a cock. What else do you need to tell me, though?”
He’d made it sound like he’d struggled finding guys who would give him the right amount of humiliation without thinking he was insane, but I wasn’t sure how that could be possible when it was so much fun.
Even the way he whimpered and blushed was great.
“I’ll show you my other toys when we get inside, Sir.” That got another shiver from him and I knew I’d hit the humiliation nail on the sexual head again.
But…
“Do you want to show me your sticky toy too?” I kept my confused kindergarten teacher frown and it got another needy sound from him. “Is that what you’re embarrassed to tell me?”
Framing it that way had his hand moving to his dick again, so I made a tsking sound and shook my head. “No, slut. That’s naughty and not yours to play with right now. Who should that toy belong to?”
It would technically be rushing what Conner would probably think was a good idea, but I was mostly focused on making Weston happy and he hadn’t been happy when we’d been too vanilla. So we were going to try it this way so I could show him that I could make him happy.
“You. I. It.” Swallowing hard, he took a breath and gave me a needy, hopeful look.
One that I was happy to dash with a shake of my head. “No, try again. We’re going to be practicing this until you get it right the first time, every time.”
And it was fun, so it wouldn’t get old.
Weston’s whimper said he’d agree with me if he could think. He couldn’t, but he could obey and get more turned on, which was fine with me. “The…the toy belongs to you.” That got another shiver from him but he licked his lips and worked hard to keep pushing through. “What…what does that mean?”
He must’ve really wanted it for him to work so hard to ask. “For tonight it’s going to mean that you don’t get to touch any of the toys between your legs in any way. They belong to me and I will decide when you get to touch them and how you’re touched in general.”
I paused long enough for that to start to sink in and to let his dumbfounded expression fade slightly before continuing. “If you touch them when you’re not supposed to, they’re going to get a smack. Do you understand what happens to a naughty boy who plays with toys that don’t belong to him?”
Yep, the cutesy teacher voice did wicked things to my adorable slut.
Maybe he’d found Doms that went too far in the mean direction for him to connect with? Weston was feisty when he was frustrated…as Conner had already found out earlier. He wouldn’t have liked it if he’d felt like they were actually being a dick to him.
We didn’t have that problem, though. He whimpered and wiggled in his seat, hands squeezing his thighs as he fought the urge to grab himself. It wasn’t until the desire faded to a slightly more manageable level that he realized he needed to respond, though. “I…”
Blinking, he took a breath as he shivered and tried again. “Naughty boys who…naughty boys who play with toys that don’t belong to them get punished.”
“Good boy. I know that was hard, but one more thing. How do they get punished? Use the right words. I know you can do it.” Because he liked being turned on and he was thoroughly enjoying the game.