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)
His groan was pure embarrassment but he curled into me as soon as I lay back down with him. “Master…I…I got my reward but did you…did you like that game?”
“Yes.” Nuzzling against him, I leaned down to get under his hands and gave him a quick peck. “You felt so good around me and you remembered to make me happy.”
More shivers.
Still doing great.
He even squeaked and shoved his face tighter against my chest, so I stroked the back of his head and laughed again quietly. “My needy boy. But that’s okay. I’m going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”
Me.
Weston took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he rubbed his face against me. “By…by controlling my orgasms and…and making me talk to the bear?”
“Yes.” Kissing the top of his head, I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled him even closer. “And finding new ways to use you and make you submit and to reward you.”
“I don’t know how you make that sound scary and sexy at the same time.” His words were too dramatic for me to take seriously.
“Well, you are a smart slut, but I can understand how you could get confused.” I kissed his head and grinned as he let out another ridiculous sigh. “But don’t worry, I’m here to help.”
And sooner or later he’d figure out I wasn’t going anywhere.
Right?
Chapter 17
Weston
What had I been thinking?
Nothing.
I’d been stupidly turned on, so I hadn’t been thinking at all.
I was really going to figure out a way to make both heads work at the same time, but until I did I was just going to have to figure out how to deal with the fucking bear.
Mr. Bear…because I wasn’t creative when I was turned on.
Sitting at the head of my bed with my legs curled up under me, I was pretty sure I was out of his visual range, but that didn’t help me make any decisions or stop wiggling like a kid who needed to pee.
Because I needed to pee…and to start getting ready for work.
“Shit!”
My fucking phone was going to give me a goddamned heart attack.
Picking it up, I hoped I hadn’t triggered the motion-activated camera in the bear as I opened the text message.
Fucking hell.
Get out of bed, slut.
How did he know I was awake?
“What the fuck?” I’d paid really good attention when he’d been setting it up on Tuesday night. I knew I wasn’t in range. Right? “How did he do that?”
Fuck.
Did you think I put just one in your place, slut?
Oh wow.
Wait.
There was more than one?
How long had I been in the bathroom the other night?
He could hear me?
Stop gaping like a slut looking around for a cock to suck.
Yeah, he could see me.
Closing my mouth, I couldn’t decide if I should look at the phone, the bear, or around the room like a nutcase. “Um, I just got up?”
Shoot.
That’d come out like a question.
“I just got up.” Trying to project confidence at the very least, I straightened my legs so I looked like I was relaxing and not like I was hiding. “Good morning?”
There was no reason to type if he could hear me, so I didn’t bother as I stared at my screen.
It would be a better morning if you’d started off like a good boy.
Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about getting punished for being soft any longer.
“I was…I was going to be good when my alarm went off.” I’d have had five more minutes of panicking before that happened but he’d screwed up my schedule. Of course, panicking and overthinking had killed the erection I’d woken up with and that had given me more to worry about.
That wasn’t a problem at the moment, though.
He could see me.
“I was good and slept naked.” Oh. “And I remembered to lay out pajamas at the end of my bed just in case. See?”
His first apartment building had gotten damaged in a fire. Everyone had been physically okay, but way too many of his neighbors had slept naked for everyone else’s peace of mind, so he’d been stern about me having clothes in easy reach.
That’s a start, slut.
So was I considered good again?
Yes, I saw last night.
Wow.
No, I had to figure out how to be a good boy again.
“And I didn’t touch the…the toys that belong to you.” Spreading my legs wider hopefully let him see I’d been good, but it also had the side effect of making me harder…and slightly embarrassed, which also made me harder. “I wasn’t going to play with them.”
They were Master’s toys and he got to decide when they got attention.
Man, that really made them want attention.
That’s right but if you can’t make better decisions you won’t get to come later.
I was going to get to come later?
Wait.
Fuck.
“I can make good decisions.” He’d kind of talked around when I’d get to come next, but I didn’t think it was the moment to ask clarifying questions. “See?”