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)
Master liked sounds.
Master liked knowing.
Master liked my toys.
His toys.
God, that was too hard to remember.
“Tighten and relax.” Master fucked me slowly with one finger. In. Out. He told me exactly what he wanted. “Again. That’s perfect. Just like that. You’re learning so fast.”
He made that sound so naughty.
Being smart shouldn’t be so wicked.
“That’s right. Keep going. This is what I want when you finally get my cock inside you.” Tight. Relax. Tight. Relax. “Yes, you’re going to make me so happy. Such a good boy.”
His good puppy tone made me squirm and hump and…oh…
His smack made sparks fill my brain and it got even fuzzier. “No humps.”
No humps.
But humps got spanks.
Spanks made sparks.
Sparks made me whine and hide.
Whining made the humps start again.
“If you want to come, I expect to see better behavior.” Master rubbed where he’d spanked but his tone had me trying to remember that I was supposed to be a good boy.
I wanted to come.
Hug stayed on.
I got to come.
“I’ll be a good slut.” Kisses and licks showed him how good I could be. Yes. Very good. “Yes.”
Right then, it meant worshipping him and showing him how much I loved his body. His hard body. His big body. His strong body.
“That’s right. Show me what a sweet slut I’ve got. Show me how you’ve wanted to touch me.” My whine made him chuckle. “You were technically trying to be polite before, I know that, but we both know you wanted to be naughty.”
Since he knew and wasn’t mad, I nodded. “You were…you’re so big and you…”
Master cupped the back of my head and rubbed my face against his pecs. “You wanted to rub against me and hump me. I bet you’ve got all kinds of naughty fantasies.”
“I…I was good before.” I could feel my face heating up but I’d been good. “Now…now is different.”
“That’s right. You’re my slut now, so you don’t have to hide how dirty and needy you are.” Master said it like it was everyday kind of normal. “No more pretending for my slut, though. I want to hear all those naughty fantasies.”
I couldn’t hold them back any longer, and having him right there for me to touch made them even stronger. “Can…”
I shouldn’t.
But he wanted to know.
I wanted to come, so I had to follow his rules.
“Tell me, slut.” Master squeezed my ass before he reached for the lube, and I hid my face tighter against him. “Rewards, slut. Don’t forget your reward.”
My orgasm.
Having him inside me.
Getting dirty.
Hug stayed on.
The reminders ran around my head in circles until a slicked finger slipped inside me, bringing them all to a halt. Master chuckled again, fucking me too gently as I whined and wiggled. “Tell me. You know that’s what I want from my naughty boy. Confess how dirty you are.”
I had to.
I needed to come.
“Can I…can I watch you work out…work out like this? Naked?” Once the words were out there, the rest seemed to be out of my control. “The room in the back. The big machine. The private one. You’re so. It’s so.”
I was shaking just thinking about it.
“You want to watch my hard cock swinging around as I work out?” When I moaned and nodded, he laughed softly and rubbed my face against his chest again. “Only if I got to dress up your toys so you’d give me something nice to watch while I worked out.”
There was something wicked in his tone, something subtle like his brain was going faster with the idea. I nodded quickly, but as his finger used me as a fidget toy, he seemed to love the idea even more. “A hug, of course, but a plug too or maybe I’ll have you riding a dildo.”
Riding it?
With my hug?
It wasn’t a question, so I stayed quiet, but I couldn’t help shaking as pictures flashed through my brain.
“I could use your sexy mouth to keep me nice and clean.” Master lifted his arm and moved my head so I was kissing his pit.
I couldn’t help squirming and whining. He wasn’t supposed to know how sexy that was, but he chuckled again. “I can see that blush and feel you milking my finger, little slut. I think I know what you’ve been wanting. Don’t forget. You’ve already told me how much you like my scent.”
Shoot.
He.
It.
God.
“Yes, licks and kisses.” Master rubbed my face under his arm, making pleased sounds as I moaned and flicked my tongue out to taste him. “Yes, that’s my sexy boy.”
Being his sexy boy had him adding a second finger and sending more pleasure through me. But it also made my hug tighter and made me squirm. “Such a dirty boy. Look at you.”
He was watching me.
He knew how dirty I was.
Tighten. Relax.
Tighten. Relax.
“You’d…you’d use me after your workout?” He’d be all pumped and excited and strong. “You’d bend me over?”