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)
Until he decided to see what being naughty would get him.
But since I was going to enjoy it either way, I nodded and kept my tone even. “I hope so. I’m looking forward to seeing how sweet you can be for me…and how polite.”
And I was very curious to see what direction his wonderfully wicked mind would go with that description.
All I got at the moment was a distracted nod as I buckled his seat belt, but his expression was sexy and his cheeks were pink by the time I got in the driver’s seat. I turned on the car to make sure it wouldn’t get too hot but lowered the volume on the radio and waited for him to decide how he was going to try to manipulate me.
It took him a few seconds, but after a deep breath, he positioned his feet wider and spread his legs. Weston wasn’t a natural spreader, so I knew it was a clear signal to start our discussion and the new chapter of our date. “I know I should be patient and well-behaved, but your…your slut would like to make you happy and to know what will happen next.”
“That’s better.” Leaning over, I took his invitation and stroked my hand down his chest as I kissed his cheek. As he let out a soft whine, I brought my hand between his legs and rested it over his hard cock. Since it was my toy, I was going to hold it for a while. “It’s going to make this little toy hard and my slut nervous. You’re going to like it as long as you can be a good boy and pretend to be boring, though.”
My response seemed to shut down most of his brain because it took several long moments before he shivered and his ability to process came back online. “I can be boring, Master. I’ll be boring.”
So. Fucking. Sexy.
“What do sluts get when they behave and look boring in public?” Waiting for his brain to work again, I massaged his cock and kept him distractedly turned on.
He knew the answer but he had to swallow and lick his lips a few times before he could manage a verbal response. “A reward. A slut gets a reward when they behave and look boring in public.”
“That’s my good boy.” Still keeping a firm grip on him, I kissed his cheek and kept the cute puppy tone that made him squirm every time. “What kind of reward could you get?”
There were endless possibilities and it looked like his fascinatingly dirty brain knew that right away. He glitched again and blinked at me in silence for several long moments before slowly nodding.
No words, just nods.
I wasn’t sure if he thought that was helpful or if he even knew he was doing it, but we had time before the store would close, so I was patient. I knew the reward would be amazing, so I continued to massage his erection and make sure all he could see was calm curiosity on my face.
Eventually he swallowed and I knew we’d made progress. “You…you like making me happy when you reward me.”
The statement seemed to be a request for confirmation, so I immediately nodded and treated it like a question. “Yes. I like making you happy in a variety of ways, but the most fun ones are where I get to make you squirm and blush and want to hide before I let you orgasm.”
My honesty was rewarded with a soft whine and a shiver that had his dick jerking under my hand. His brain seemed to have stalled again, so I kept fucking with him. “I like playing with your toys when I reward you or fucking you with a plug or a dildo. Putting the cage on this little toy was a reward for me too, but we’re talking about rewarding you this time.”
Blink.
Blink.
“Do…” He was trying to process something, but it took a few more seconds for him to rearrange his thoughts into something that would make sense. “When do you get rewards, Master?”
That was actually a very good question.
“We’re going to have to figure that out.” Giving him another kiss, on the lips that time, I thought about the answer but didn’t have one right away. “That’s a very smart question, but you’re going to have to help me with it.”
That got a couple more reset-the-brain blinks before he sucked in a breath. “We both need rewards and time to pick our favorite things.”
I wasn’t sure if this was selfish on his part or selfless, but the fact that I couldn’t decide said it would be fun to fuck with him about it at the very least.
“So one of my rewards could be caging my little toy and then playing with you?” When he nodded, I smiled wider. “Like fucking you? That would be a fun reward.”