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)
He wiggled.
Oh, that was a whine.
“Is…is there one you want? Do…do you prefer one over the other?” I loved that he was feeling needy and probably greedy and still worried about what he should do to make me happy. Weston would never change. “I’m…I don’t know what to say.”
Because he hadn’t gotten this far in these kinds of relationships before.
“There is no right or wrong. Sometimes you’ll want one over the other, but I think it’s perfectly reasonable for you to still have a lot of desire that’s kink related right now. You’ve been wanting this for a long time, and it might be a while before that need is satisfied and it takes a back seat.”
I thought that was a logical answer as well as a good one, but he liked to keep me on my toes.
“Then what?”
Then what?
“Then we shift to different kinds of scenes for a while or we fuck like rabbits like normal dates.” Or boyfriends. Or partners. “If you’re wondering about something specific, you need to let me know.”
I was doing my best to guess but Weston was unique.
“You won’t feel…I mean, it’s perfectly normal for you to want to pick what we do and I don’t want to constantly demand it be my way.” His my way seemed to mean to humiliate him, based on how he was squirming again. “It feels wrong.”
Answer it seriously and dryly or like his asshole Dom?
Thinking was not doing him any favors, so asshole it was.
“Because you’re a demanding slut.” My dickish response had him going completely still before a shiver raced through him. “It can’t be helped unless you spend a lot of time over my lap learning how to be a good boy, but I’m not sure you can do it.”
He moaned.
I was amazing…and this was still not as hard as he seemed to think it was, so other Doms were bigger idiots than I’d originally thought.
“So when you get needy and want to beg to have hump time or to be used, I’m just going to enjoy my slut and punish you later if you can’t follow directions.” He was at the very least pretending to hide against my thigh, so I shrugged and frowned in case he could still see me. “There’s no reason I can’t enjoy my slut, though.”
Yep, just a Dom with a slut, so I was going to have fun with him.
Something about it had Weston’s hips rocking and he seemed to tighten his legs together to get better friction against his dick, but that wasn’t the way the humiliation game was played. Clearing my throat had him going still again, but I had to lean down and give his ass a tiny pop to make him feel naughtier.
It wasn’t any kind of a real spanking but it got a squeak from him. Hmm. Maybe because it wasn’t a real spanking it felt more humiliating? I was going to have to think about that, but I just reveled in the fun for the time being. “No.”
The simple naughty boy kind of tone had his entire body lighting up like he’d almost come again. “I…I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I doubt that.” I thought the sigh I let out gave it the perfect asshole tone, but I probably should’ve rolled my eyes too. “But how should you have apologized?”
That hadn’t been nearly humiliating enough for him.
“I already told you we’re going to keep practicing until you get it right the first time, every time.” Because that was going to be fun.
His whimper said he knew it too.
“I…” Taking a slightly ragged breath, he managed to stay still for several long moments before his hips jerked again and he gave in. “I’m sorry I…I’m sorry I tried to play with my toy, Sir.”
“That’s better. But let’s try again.” My disappointed tone had another shiver racing through him. “You’re trying to sound too boring and we both know that’s not who you are. No playing pretend here. So be a good boy and try again.”
That got another jerk from him and it looked like he was trying to hump the bed, but he’d tucked his legs under his torso and couldn’t manage that yet. Something about it had him sinking deeper into the right headspace again, though.
His sexy whine made me smile, and I was his asshole Dom, so I didn’t even have to hide it. “I’m…I’m sorry I tried to play…to play humpies on the bed with your toy, Sir.”
Oh, I liked that one.
“Good boy.” Petting his head, I used the kindergarten teacher tone that always made him squirm. It was close to the tone the Daddies used, but the exaggerated emotions of it made him react amazingly. “That’s my toy and you didn’t ask for humpies.”
Best. Kink. Ever.
“Now, let’s try to handle that little problem of yours.”