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)
Anything.
Anything that would make me floaty and him happy.
“You’ll help me.”
That was what Masters did.
“Yes, I’ll be a big help for my slut.” Master moved, making a low, sexy sound, and then his fingers were at the cage. “And you’re going to be sweet for me and not worry and we’re going to have a fun day together.”
“You’re.” Was he taking it off? “You’re going to stay? All day? Right?”
“Yes.” His confident tone had relief rushing through me, and it was so wonderful I didn’t even realize he’d released the cage until my cock sprang up for attention and it was so hard I almost hurt. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to have a fun day together and you’ll earn more rewards.”
Rewards.
Like getting out of the cage.
And having his mouth on me.
God.
His mouth was as big as the rest of him.
It took my whole toy in one smooth motion, sending fireworks through me as the shaking took over. “Master!”
I.
He.
I.
He hummed around my toy as he swallowed it down, but I was his good slut. I was still and I didn’t come. I was a good slut.
The words went round and round in my head until he pulled off, licking the head and chuckling. “Such a tasty boy.”
Words.
I had to tell him words.
“Come, baby. Little toys don’t last long. It’s okay.”
God.
One more swallow.
One more hum.
Master was right.
One more chuckle.
“My little minute man.” Master made another happy sound and kissed the end of my soft cock as I twitched and moaned and spun. “So cute.”
He was…
Evil? Wonderful? Smart?
“You made me so happy, slut.”
Master.
My happy Master.
I was totally screwed but that was going to be a problem for later me to worry about. I’d promised Master that today me wouldn’t worry and I was going to be his good boy.
Chapter 12
Cyrus
“No.” He was being ridiculous. “Enjoying the movie means I will not dissect the explosions.”
It didn’t matter how unbelievable they’d been.
Weston rolled his eyes. “I know you want to.”
Maybe, but that wasn’t the point. He liked the explosions and the action and had been on the edge of his seat the whole movie. That was the point.
“You keep nitpicking about the movie and I’m going to change our plans.” The vague threat had him narrowing his gaze at me and studying me like he thought if he focused hard enough he could read my mind.
He could not.
It was, however, a wonderful distraction.
“What plans?” Finally breaking, he sounded skeptical. “Dinner? You still have to feed me if this is a date. That’s the rule.”
He only seemed to remember date rules and that we were on a date when it was convenient.
“Nope.” I was going to play that by ear based on how our next stop went. “But we’ll figure that out at some point.”
He’d eaten a lot at lunch because he’d been slightly distracted at breakfast, so I knew he wasn’t starving.
Curious and suspicious? Yes. Hungry? No.
“Then what were you planning?” He tried to sound casual but I knew his brain had started to whirl because he’d inched closer to me as we walked over to the car.
Date Weston forgot we were trying to date and walked a friend distance apart.
Sub Weston inched closer and looked like he wanted to rub himself against me.
I was pretty sure there was some kind of middle ground, but we were still a work in progress with it.
“Something.” I shrugged as he huffed, but my asshole glare and raised eyebrow had him clamping his lips together as a shiver raced through him and he almost tripped over his own feet. When he was steady, I deepened my frustrated-looking expression. “I haven’t heard enough…manners…from you to make me want to share.”
We’d still go but I’d have fun driving him crazy and keeping the destination from him as long as possible.
His wheels kept spinning as we got to the car, but before we got to the passenger side so I could open his door, he found his voice. “If I ask nicely, will you tell me? If…if I have good manners?”
“Good manners will get rewards. We’ve already established that.” In a lot of fun ways. “In this case, it will get you information and a happier Dom.”
The closest people to us were on the next lane over, but Weston didn’t look around. He swallowed hard and inched closer so his hand was brushing mine. “I’ll try again. In the car. I’ll try again in the car, Sir.”
Oh, that was sexy and fun.
“Let’s see if you can find some better manners then.” I knew he could and I knew it’d fuck with him just enough that he’d remember I liked him and I thought he was sexy. “Hands on your thighs when you sit down. No playing with your toy. You’ll get distracted.”
Yep, he had that sexy, foggy edge to his gaze before I’d even opened the door, and he rubbed up against me as he sat down. “I’ll be good, Sir.”