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)
Had I mentioned he was also a dramatic one?
“Are you?” Leaning against the bed in just my track pants and an obvious lack of underwear, I frowned at him and tried not to laugh as his brain slowly stopped working like a phone that was ready to die. “I’m not sure I’m seeing good behavior.”
I was a good Dom for the quick clothes change, though.
Flexing my chest and arms as I shifted had his brain bar going even lower. He blinked a few times like he was trying to gain a bit more power, but it only worked so well. “I…it was…I tried, so that makes me good.”
“No.” That was not going to be the standard we used. “A good sub uses a sweeter tone and makes sure their Master knows their toys are ready for his use.”
Weston might’ve groaned as his cheeks heated up, but his cock bobbed up and down, eager to say he approved of the way the evening had shifted.
“A good sub doesn’t curse and grumble about how their Master is a brat.” It seemed to be his favorite word lately, so I wasn’t surprised when he tried to get the guilty expression off his face. “Or a dick.”
Reaching down, I squeezed my erection. “This is the only dick a good sub is thinking about.”
Just dropping his gaze to my groin had him moaning and taking a step forward without realizing it. “I was…I was thinking about that one. I promise.”
I just bet he had been.
“Are you showing me that?” Shifting my arms to make my pecs flex, I widened my stance and made sure to look even more imposing. “Are you showing me that you want to worship me or even thinking of ways to please me?”
He got a few false starts out as he tried to figure out what to say, but his brain power was almost at zero. “No…I…I forgot.”
Shaking my head, I sighed. “Sluts do that a lot. The big brain just turns off when the little one gets excited.”
The best part about making him squirm that time was how true it was. He might’ve blushed and whined, but he couldn’t argue against it. “I don’t know why that happens.”
“Oh, I think you do.” Running one hand over my chest, I flicked my nipple and chuckled as he whined and inched closer again. “Tell me why.”
His sound effects were sexy but my favorite part was his dramatic facial expressions as he fought whatever was going through his head. “I…I’m a slut, so my big head doesn’t work when the little one is excited.”
“Much better.” And I was going to do my best to make sure the big one didn’t work for the rest of the night. “But use your slut words.”
Giving one nipple a pinch seemed to kill a few more of his brain cells, but it made his cock very happy and had him licking his lips. “Be my good boy and I’ll let you worship me after your punishment.”
What few brains he had left couldn’t seem to decide what to focus on as he inched closer across the carpet. “My punishment? I can. I mean. Worshipping you? How will…how will I get to come, Master?”
I wasn’t sure what order to tackle any of that in, so I ignored most of it since he probably wouldn’t remember any of his questions anyway. “It’ll be a good distraction from your aching ass.”
Blinks and deep breaths wouldn’t help his ability to think for long, but he did his best. “An…an orgasm would be a good distraction too, Sir.”
“Would it?” Reaching out to stroke his chest as he finally got close enough for me to touch, I frowned as I slid my hand down to cup his erection. “Maybe I’ll remember that after I get some good manners from my boy.”
No promises, though.
The not knowing would make him even more turned on and flustered.
“I…” His thought slowly trailed off as a few more cells died a slow, desire-filled death. “That’s…”
Sexy as fuck, probably.
“Manners.” Barely giving his dick a squeeze had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Or have you decided that you don’t want an orgasm after your spanking? You don’t want to play cowboy?”
That took a few seconds to work its way through his brain, but the whimper that escaped let me know when it finally clicked. “I’d…I’d be for that, Master.”
He’d like riding me, that was for sure…but I wasn’t sure what else he thought he was saying.
“Then what do you need to do?” Distracting him was fun no matter when I got to do it, but fucking with him and making him squirm too was even better. “Let me hear you be my good boy.”
Eventually I’d let him come one way or another, but following orders would let him get it faster and with the least frustration. “Or did you want to have your prostate milked instead of getting a good boy ‘gasm?”