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)
Wait.
He.
That.
“Come here. Over my lap, slut.” Master didn’t wait for me to figure out how to move. He simply took my hand from around my dick and positioned me over his lap. “There we go.”
“I.” He’d said something. “I don’t understand.”
Master rubbed his hand over my ass, giving one cheek a squeeze. “Hmm? What do you mean?”
Words.
Yes.
Words were important when he said something vague and dangerous.
“How…how would I play rough with him? With your toy?” Yes, remembering that made him happy and a happy Master made me orgasm. “How would I play rough with your toy?”
Master made a quiet thinking sound, so as he spanked me for the first time, it felt like he was using me as a fidget toy. “Let’s see…well, I’m sure Conner can help me work out the details but there has to be a fun way for you to fuck yourself on something while giving your toy a tug.”
Thud.
Sparks.
Heat.
Fuckery.
Thud.
Sparks.
Heat.
Fuckery.
“I’m not really the type of Dom to hurt your toy. I think it’s too cute for that, but I’ll figure out a way to let you do it.” Master rubbed my already warm ass as he leaned over and kissed the back of my head. “I think on all fours would make you look the cutest but I’m not going to be picky.”
God.
He would really…
He’d say it was my idea.
Had it been my idea?
“You’d be rocking back and forth, tugging and fucking.” He wiggled his finger right over my hole, making me squirm as he laughed. “You’d like that, so I’ll let you do it to yourself. It’ll be a fun reward.”
Really?
I mean.
It would.
Would that be a reward?
“I’ll bring a book or something to keep myself occupied until you wear out your little toy.” As I moaned and tried to accept my completely brain-dead status, he kept spanking and fucking with me.
Hopefully fucking with me.
“Then once I’ve put your hug on again, it’ll be my turn to play.” He said it so happily but my brain used its last remaining cells to imagine all the ways he could use his very exhausted slut. “I could fuck your mouth or take the dildo out of you and use your tight toy.”
His slightly mocking laugh sent sparks of humiliation and desire through me that were even better than the ones the spanking gave me. “Probably not tight at that point but that’s okay.”
It’d be okay because he’d probably spend the whole time talking about it to make sure I knew I wasn’t tight any longer.
Fuck.
He was going to make me come.
How long would he really lock my dick up for?
“Loose will make it easier to just thrust right in you and not have to take the time to stretch you.” Master made a thinking sound as the thumb of his free hand barely pressed against my currently tight toy. “Once you’re worn out from all that tugging and orgasming, I’ll ease the dildo out and then thrust right in.”
Fuck.
He.
That.
“I think the hardest decision will be if I want an audience for your special time or if I want it to be private.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the perfectly placed spank, the thrusting thumb, or just the image he’d put in my head, but my toy decided it liked him better than it did me.
Shit.
“Oh dear.” Master’s oopsie tone made the humiliation and orgasm even better as it tore through me. I could feel my entire body heating up with desire and shame as I cried out and shook, his spanking and the way he was sighing making everything even sharper. “You were naughty, slut.”
As I went boneless against the bed, I tried to shake my head. “Your toy…your toy got confused. It was…it was picturing the club.”
And was stupid.
Little heads meant little brains.
Little brains meant bad decisions…but damned good orgasms.
“Well, we already know how we’re going to fix this going forward.” The this is so sad tone in his voice was so fake it made me want to squirm. “Hugs at each apartment and we’ll have firm rules about when he can come out to play.”
Fuck.
My groan had him rubbing my ass. “I won’t forget, though, so don’t worry.”
That hadn’t been my worry.
He was too excited for my punishment for me to ever think he’d forget about it.
“Alright, my turn. Time to play cowboy.”
Damn it.
Master made my dick jerk.
“Spread your legs. Let’s get you ready.” He couldn’t seem to decide if he was trying to sound excited or disappointed, and the way he was bouncing back and forth was fucking with my head. “You’ve still got a tight toy for the time being, so we’ll be careful with it.”
God.
Groaning, I tried to ignore the mix of embarrassment and desire that Master was pushing through me again, but it was impossible. Even though my dick was worn out for the moment, he still thought playtime sounded like fun.