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)
Best kink ever.
Nice fuckery was so much better than having to growl and nearly holler at a sub.
Wobbly legs were still dangerous for all subs, though, so I was careful and kept Weston close as I turned us around so the back of his legs were pressed against the mattress. “I’m going to let go of your little toy, but you do not have permission to come yet.”
He looked a bit too confident as I started to release him, so I went back to the cutesy tone. “Playtime isn’t over and we’re going to have lots more sleepover fun first.”
Yep, still getting a good response.
He managed not to come or grab himself, which definitely left him in the good boy category and earned him another smile as I picked him up under his arms and plopped him on the bed. “Good job, slut.”
Another kiss on the nose had his dick jumping around and begging for attention, so I looked down at it and chuckled. “You too, little guy.”
That time Weston was his own cock ring.
“Good catch.” Another beaming smile wasn’t helpful at all. “I’m so glad you want to have good manners for your spanking and playtime.”
Yep…best kink ever and it was never going to get old.
Chapter 23
Weston
He.
That.
I.
Good boy.
I was a good boy.
That was easier to keep in my head but it got harder as he frowned and poked the head of my cock with one finger. “But be careful it doesn’t look like you’re having playtime with your little toy.”
God.
That was.
He was.
It was.
“Yes, Sir.” No playtime. No orgasm. “I’ll be good.”
I could do that.
Yes.
I could be good for my spanking and playtime so I would get an orgasm.
“Do you have a tight hold on your little toy?” Master frowned again but chuckled and bopped the tip with his finger when I whined. “I don’t know. It sounds like you’re having too much fun.”
Did that mean I wouldn’t get to come?
Was having too much fun naughty?
“I…” I had to say something, right? “I want to have fun with you.”
Yes. That was a good answer.
“I’m just…I’m making sure my toy plays nice.” Wait. “Your toy plays nice with you?”
Something about the whole thing was confusing but he didn’t seem to mind me screwing it up. Thankfully, he never minded me screwing it up. He only smiled and chuckled when he thought I was cute. “It’s okay. Thinking is difficult for hard sluts.”
It really was.
I was glad he knew that because nothing in my brain wanted to work.
Random things bounced around but they were hard to catch, and it took a lot of effort to remember why I was holding onto my dick.
I couldn’t come yet.
So I had to hold on tight.
I was going to be good even if my toy was bad.
I was good, though.
Good boys got rewards.
“But I’m glad you want to have fun with me.” Something about the way he kissed my cheek made me squirm and I could feel my face heating up. It just made Master shake his head as his smile widened. “Silly boy.”
That shouldn’t be so…it was really…
“Master…” Waiting was so hard. “Can…can you help me remember to be good now?”
Yes, if I asked for my spanking, then I’d get to come sooner.
Master took the end of my toy and wiggled it, sending a confusing rush of sensations through me. “Is this little guy going to behave for your spanking?”
Before I could figure out how to tell him probably not and still get my reward, Master sighed. “You need help with remembering manners and how to use nice words with your Master and how to walk nicely without stomping and calling your Master a brat.”
Oh.
That was a lot of reminders.
“I…” I lost my words as I looked down at my toy. “I hope so?”
I really did.
“What…what happens if he forgets to be a good toy?” Asking nicely made Master smile and he let out another happy sound. But that might’ve been because asking nicely made me squirm. “He likes you, Master.”
Yes, nice was very good.
Master liked nice and I liked a happy Master, so it was okay if it was embarrassing and silly and had me wiggling.
“But sometimes he’s a naughty toy.” I needed something…something else…oh…I pouted. “He needs his hug to be a good toy.”
No coming.
Hold on tight.
Being nice was so hard.
“Oh, such a sweet boy.” Master kissed my cheek, making me realize how hot it was. “If he’s naughty, we’ll just make sure he wears his hug a long time this weekend when you’re waiting to get to come again.”
A long time?
Waiting?
That didn’t sound good.
“What…what if he tries very hard to be a good toy?” Trying hard should be important too but Master kept shaking his head. “He likes his Master.”
Being cute and trying had to count for something…it was the only way I was going to get to come.