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)
I was the best Dom ever.
I knew it by the way he whined again and his entire body clenched as he fought to be a good boy. “Naughty boys get their toys smacked, Sir. I…I’ll be a good boy.”
We’d see if that would be possible, but for the time being, I gave him a big smile. “I know you’re going to try, but if you’re naughty, I’ll make sure to help you remember to be my good boy.”
Hmm.
Another shiver.
I was going to have to back off the fun if I wanted him to be able to walk in without someone calling the cops on us. He looked a bit too out of it and he wouldn’t actually want that much attention on us.
“But I know you’re going to behave, so if you walk like a grown-up and show me how boring you can pretend to be, I’ll give you a nice reward when we get inside.” I simply had to figure out what he’d want that to be.
We’d teased around a few things but his reactions weren’t always easy to read. He reacted to a lot of stuff and I wasn’t sure I could rate any of them on a list of most fun to maybe.
Oh.
“Would my slut like to pick out his reward? I bet you want something naughty.” Ha. That was amazing. He blushed three shades of red and had to go back to squeezing his thighs. “Yes, I knew my slut had something he wanted. Okay, can you be boring for me? It’s going to be a fun game as long as you can be convincing.”
The whole thing was fun, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded and swallowed again. “Yes, Sir. I. I can be boring. I’ll be. I’ll be good enough to get my reward.”
It took him a while to get the full thought out, but he sounded mostly functional by the end, so I nodded. “Okay, show me so you can get your reward.”
And so we didn’t end up on the news.
Giving him an order to stay put, I climbed out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. The extra few seconds seemed to give him time to get his thoughts together because he was taking slow, deep breaths by the time I opened his door.
I wasn’t sure if it was him actually being clearheaded or him faking it, but either way I decided to keep my thoughts to myself as we headed inside. It worked fairly well with him looking functional, but as we went up in the elevator, he started mumbling quietly to himself. “I’m boring. I’m boring. I’m boring.”
He was nuts but he was wonderfully boring.
He even managed to stay silent and gave a dull nod to one of his neighbors in the hall, a woman I’d seen before but that we’d never talked to. But it all fell apart once the door closed behind us and we had privacy.
It was like watching thin plaster crumble to see the real wall beneath…and this wall was shaking and hard as a rock based on how he was wiggling. “I was good. I was good. I was boring. I remembered to be boring.”
“That’s right.” Pinning him against the door kept him upright but also made his needy shaking worse. “You were a very good boy, slut. What do good boys get?”
“Rewards.” His sighed-out response was funny and sexy as fuck, but I kept my expression serious as I nodded. It was enough to have him feeling more confident in the situation and more turned on based on the way his eyes glazed over. “I…I get to pick my reward.”
“Yes, because you were careful and you were boring. I’m the only one who knows how hard you were and how many dirty things were running through your head.” I still wasn’t sure how I’d missed it for so long. “How you wanted to be used and teased.”
Shaking my head as he started to softly mumble to himself, I stroked his cheek and kissed his nose because the sweet stuff seemed to fuck with him just as well as the embarrassing stuff. “You’re a dirty boy, but you earned your reward. What does my slut want?”
Because there was no reasonable way for me to guess that answer without fucking with his headspace.
Fingers crossed it was something I knew how to do because this wasn’t the moment to start randomly googling shit.
Chapter 7
Weston
A reward.
I got a reward.
A reward.
I got a reward.
A reward.
I got a reward.
“That’s right, needy boy.” Sir looked proud of me as he gave me a kiss and ground his leg against my dick again. “My sticky needy boy, but what does my slut want as his reward?”
Yes. I got to pick my reward.
“I can’t wait to hear what my slut wants.” Sir kissed my nose again, smiling when it made me squirm. “Do you want to play with your toy?”