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 whined as he released my cock to reach over to my nightstand, and I could feel my face heating up as he chuckled. “Oh, my slut has the big bottle.”
God.
“I should’ve known.” Patting my head with his free hand, Master made a happy sound as he opened the lube and squirted some out. The dirty sound made me squeak, which made him laugh again. “Naughty boy.”
Yep.
He seemed to like that better than I’d ever imagined, though, so the comment had my dick jerking against him, which made him chuckle again. “Someone is excited for playtime.”
He was so…
It was going to…
Oh…
“There we go. Toy time for my good boy.” His firm, almost rough hand was slippery with lube, and the combination had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. “Let’s see what kind of playtime this cute little toy likes best.”
I wasn’t technically small down there, especially for my size in general, but his hands were huge and swallowed it up, making it feel tiny. Looking down between our bodies at the way his grip hid almost the whole thing made it even more insane and I couldn’t help whimpering.
“Try bouncing for me. Let’s see how my favorite little toy likes that.”
His toy.
His toy really liked that.
“That’s almost like you’re rocking on me.” Master kept his hand still, letting me fuck myself into his tight grip. “Next time we’ll have to make sure both toys are having fun playtime.”
I was slightly too distracted to figure out what he meant until his other hand slid down between us and between my legs. It clicked when I had to spread my legs wider and one finger teased around my entrance. “Please…I…”
Nodding to make sure he knew I wanted it, I worked my ass and tried to pull his finger into me, but he gave it a pat and chuckled. “You’ll have to ask for that next time then.”
Fuck.
Whimpering got another pleased, happy sound from him, but it also had him moving his free hand up to my head and giving me more pets. “That’s going to be fun too.”
Oh yeah.
But I shouldn’t complain about wanting more when he was already letting me have playtime. “I…I’ll be good. I can be good.”
Yes, good boys got rewards.
“Should that be your reward for being good on our next date?” Master was so excited about that I nodded and whined. “That’s going to be fun. But we’re going to have to see if you want messy playtime or if you’re a clean boy.”
Messy?
Clean?
God.
Was he going to come inside me…that was what he was asking, right?
Sparks fired through me as I imagined how it would be to be filled with his cock, stretched with cum dripping out of me as I bounced on his cock. “Please…I…I’m a messy slut. I…I’m sorry. I’m messy.”
“That’s okay. I thought you would be a dirty boy.” Master kissed my neck as I cuddled closer and pressed my face against him to hide. “I don’t mind. It’s okay.”
It was okay that I was a dirty boy.
More hot and cold flashed through me and I moaned as I fucked my toy faster into his grip. “Please…I…”
Could I come?
What were the rules?
I had to be his good boy.
Good boys got rewards.
I was his greedy slut, so I had to be good.
“Does my slut want to come?” His you’re so cute chuckle had hot humiliation flooding through me like lava and the world went spinning. “You play so fast.”
I was going to come too soon.
Too fast.
Hot.
Cold.
“Yes, slut. You can finish playtime whenever you want.”
I could come.
Hot.
Cold.
How did the spinning get faster?
Master shifted his grip so he was stroking right under the head of my cock with every thrust, and the pleasure was too close to pain for me to hold back. I came, crying out as humiliation and desire overwhelmed me as he chuckled and kissed my cheek.
When I was shaking with little jolts still running through me as I sagged against him, he kissed my head and made a pleased sound. “Someone liked playtime.”
My embarrassed whine had him squeezing my spent cock. “That’s right. You were a good boy.”
Part of me wanted to hide or get frustrated with him, but I could hear the honest pleasure in his voice and I knew he meant it. The whole thing had me jumping back and forth between happiness and embarrassment and exhaustion, and my brain gave up trying to drag me back to the real world.
Being Master’s boy was much easier than being boring, so I closed my eyes and nodded against him. “I liked playtime. You…you made me squirm.”
My face heated up, but his hum and the way he started rubbing right over the head of my toy said I’d made him happy. “You’re very cute when you squirm and I liked being able to reward you.”