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.” He stared at me in silence for a few moments as his thoughts came to a rapid halt, but his dick was making a valiant attempt to orgasm, so I wasn’t worried. “I think that would be a reward you would like.”
“Wonderful.” A cheek kiss that time had him blushing for some reason. “We’re going to have to work on a list of rewards.”
Giving him one more squeeze, I brightened my smile and patted his cock before I shifted back to my seat. “What else can go on our lists?”
His brain was working at a fraction of its actual processing power, so I wasn’t surprised when we were out of the parking lot and well on our way to our next stop before he managed to answer. “I think…I think you’d like to make me hump something.”
I really loved how he thought sometimes.
“Oh, that would be fun.” Making a soft thinking sound, I frowned and reached over to pat his cock again. “We’d have to figure out something else to go with it to make sure you were humiliated and desperate, though. That would make it an even better reward.”
He clearly thought about something that would make it better based on his low moan, but I wasn’t sure he could actually get it out at the moment. “You…you might like caging me and spanking me?”
Yeah, his brain was jumping around too much to ask detailed questions at the moment.
“That would be a perfect reward, you’re right.” As we slowed down again, I reached over and squeezed his cock. “This little guy would love getting a nice tight hug and I’d love keeping you naked afterward so I could enjoy your pink bottom.”
Bingo.
That got a full body twitch and his dick begged for more attention again.
Words were slower, but he worked hard at getting them out. “The cage. The cage would be a hug for…for my toy?”
“Yes.” That was the perfect name for it and just thinking about it seemed wonderfully embarrassing to him. “I think he likes hugs and we should make sure he gets more of them.”
It took Weston longer than he probably realized to give me any kind of response, but I kept petting him when I could and massaged his dick a few more times at long stoplights. I didn’t let him come yet, but he got close enough that it kept him fully occupied in the car.
No are we there yet conversations at all.
Best car ride manager ever.
He really had an amazing Dom.
Unfortunately, I had to let him come back down from his desire-filled high as we pulled into the strip mall where the store was located. It took being parked a full minute before he realized we’d stopped, though. But that might’ve been because it took me that long to stop playing with my cute toy and shift to petting his head.
“Where?” Taking a deep breath to clear his head, he sat straighter but didn’t close his legs. “Where are we?”
Before I could respond, his mouth dropped open and he laser-focused on the reason we’d driven to the slightly rundown stores. “Oh wow.”
Giving him a second, I let him take it in before I nudged him to actually think. “I know you remember your safewords, but I’m going to remind you that just because we’re here doesn’t mean we have to go in.”
It seemed obvious but he wasn’t thinking clearly.
Definitely not enough blood in the big head for logic.
“Just because we go in doesn’t mean we have to buy anything, and just because we buy something doesn’t mean we have to use it.” That might not have been so obvious because it got a confused-looking twitch before he focused his gaze on me. “I think we could have a lot of fun with me simply fucking with you about it.”
Another twitch and a blink that time.
“Think of it like a toy we set on the nightstand and I simply bring it up once in a while. Wouldn’t this be fun? Oh, I could do this to you. Would you like it if I did this? There are endless fantasies I could use to fuck with you before we actually bought a camera or turned it on.”
More blinking and processing.
“I do not have an issue with you being an attention whore that wants to be watched and humiliated with it later. I don’t need it. What we’re doing is a lot of fun for me already, but I’ve been thinking about this and there are a lot of ways it could be incorporated into our scenes.” His face brightened but he still looked stunned stupid.
So I nudged him a bit more and reached over to run my hand down his chest and rest it on his cock again. “But I think you’d like it if you had to show me your toy every morning so I could make sure it’s still hard and you didn’t try to play with it.”