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 chuckled and shook his head. “You liked that.”
Ugh.
Closing my eyes, I sucked again and flicked my tongue over the tip. I wasn’t going to think about the words or how sexy he was or how good his fingers felt or how I wanted to be fucked or how I wanted to come.
“Such sweet whimpers.”
Shoot.
“Are you trying to beg to be fucked? Hmm?” He took his fingers out and patted my ass. “Let’s hear how sweetly you can beg and maybe that will help me go faster. I think you’d like that, but let’s hear it.”
God.
He was so fucking evil.
And so sweet.
I got another head kiss when I whined and gave his nipple a kiss I knew he’d like.
“Yes, you’re going to beg so sweetly I’m just going to want to fill you up.” Running one hand over my head, he made a soft sound to encourage me but that made it even more embarrassing. “You can do it. Try for me.”
Evil.
Evil.
Dom.
But he was so sexy.
Kissing over his chest, I rubbed my face against him and soaked up his scent and the way he felt under me.
Beg.
He wanted me to beg…sweetly…beg to be filled up and have him go faster.
Yes.
Faster would be amazing.
“I love…I love worshipping you, Master.” Yes. He knew how much I loved it and he found it funny. He kept making happy noises and petting my head.
God.
That was so…
No.
I had to beg.
“But please…please fill me up…please fill up my tight toy with your cock and your cum. Please? I need you…I’ve…I was dreaming about you last night. You were so rough and you filled me up so good.” He knew what I needed in dreams and in real life…but he wanted to hear me beg. “You knew I was your slut and you bent me over and fucked me.”
Master made a pleased sound, giving my ass another pat like I’d been good. “That’s so cute. You did such a good job.”
Good enough to get fucked?
Good enough to be used and to get to come?
Chapter 16
Cyrus
“Is that how my slut wants to get fucked?” Stretching my fingers under his ass, I wiggled the cage. “Is that how you want to try to come?”
Try.
That got a whimper from him, and his entire body seemed to clench around my fingers as he desperately worked to find a reasonable response…or maybe just a smart one. After a few moments of whining and kissing, he nodded. “Yes, Master. That’s how I want to come. With my hug on. I remember.”
Thinking positively or was it some kind of manipulation?
“You seem to remember the rules when you want to be fucked, but we’ll have to see how well you remember them this week when you’re talking to your bear in the morning and when I’m watching you.” Pleasure looked like it rippled through his whole body. “Only good boys get rewards, though.”
He sucked in a breath as he nuzzled against my chest, licking around my nipple. “I want to be good for you.”
That sounded like an admission that he wouldn’t promise to actually be good.
“If you’re not, we’ll figure out a way to help you try harder.” The threat was vague because I wasn’t sure what I’d do in that case, but his brain didn’t take it that way.
Whatever he imagined got another sexy sound from him and he humped the air, earning another pop. The way his body jerked and the needy whimper that he let out said he loved it, but the tsking sound I made and my sigh seemed to embarrass him.
Which turned him on too.
So as he blushed, I rubbed over his pink cheek. “You don’t want me to think you need a lot of rules to behave, slut. All that humping and whining? I’m not going to tolerate you playing with your toys while I’m not around.”
Shaking as dirty thoughts fired through his wonderfully fascinating brain, Weston shook his head. “I remember. I won’t forget. No playtime. I’ll remember.”
Letting out a soft, disbelieving sound, I made sure he saw how skeptical I was about his ability to keep his hands off his toys. “You’re going to have to prove that to me. I’m going to want to see your little stiffy on a regular basis, and if I think you’ve been naughty, you won’t get to come.”
It took his brain a few seconds to catch up to that threat. “How long? I’m going to be good but I…I need to understand the rules and…and consequences.”
Technically that was true but we both knew it was utter bullshit.
“At least one week. At least.” Letting him hear the resolve in my tone, I squeezed his ass. “I can use your tight toy without letting you come. Then there’s your mouth. There are a lot of ways I can use you without rewarding you.”