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)
He was an idiot.
I was an idiot too because I moaned as Master slipped one slicked finger inside me. It just encouraged his shenanigans and brought excitement into his voice again. “You’re going to have good manners even though you already finished playtime, right?”
He really shouldn’t have been able to humiliate me so easily.
Giving his finger a little wiggle, he made a happy, almost laughing sound. “I can’t wait to see what a cute cowboy I’ve got.”
I probably would’ve done something stupid like respond with words, but he saved me from my own smart mouth by adding a second finger. It chased away any thoughts of grumbling and encouraged his cheerful fuckery. “I bet your little toy is going to be so cute when he bounces.”
Master’s evil words had me rocking back and forth, grinding my tired cock against his thigh before I fucked myself against his fingers. Instead of punishing me, he made a happy, thoughtful sound that said fuckery was incoming.
“I can’t decide if letting him be a big boy toy when you play tug would be better or if he’d look cute all nice and soft.” It took a few seconds too long for me to realize what he was talking about and that gave him entirely too much time to have fun with it. “I think an audience would love to see you soft when you play, but on your own you might like him being a big boy.”
God.
Could I get myself off like that?
It couldn’t work like that.
“I think it could work.” Master kissed my head as I realized I’d said that out loud. “I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.”
I was starting to think he didn’t understand what that phrase meant.
Chapter 24
Cyrus
“It might take a few times experimenting with what works best, but I’ll make sure you have plenty of chances to see what you like.” I was being honest about me not wanting to actually hurt his cock beyond a few taps, but if he wanted to torture himself for an audience, I’d help set it up.
Conner would be an incredible resource once I figured out what the scene should look like.
“Alright, all set for cowboy time.” The cutesy tone was making him blush and grumble, but it almost might’ve been because he kept grinding his soft cock against the mess he’d made on my lap. “Cowboy time for a sticky slut.”
I hadn’t reminded him nearly enough about that, so I needed to make sure I didn’t forget it. The way he’d just exploded was too good to let the opportunity pass by.
“Conner’s probably going to wonder why you have to wear your hug to the club, but we’ll explain how you were naughty and what we’re doing to help you be a good slut in the future.” When he just groaned like his world was ending in sexual deviance and fabulous orgasms, I gave his pink cheeks a pat. “I’ll make sure he knows you tried to be good, though. So show me your manners, slut.”
That was going to be fun, and we both knew he wouldn’t safeword over it because he liked Conner and he liked Conner fucking with him.
Grumbling something that sounded like he was blaming my toy for his current predicament, Weston did his best to get his knees under him and push himself up. It was a laborious process, though. He huffed and puffed and groaned, especially when I gave his bottom another smack. “More moving, less sound effects unless they’re moans or begging, slut.”
That had his blush coming back and he looked embarrassed to have been caught complaining. “Sorry, Master. My legs don’t work.”
He was aiming for cute and apologetic but it looked adorably manipulative, which made it easy to ignore. “They’re going to have to.”
Pushing down the front of my pants as my needy boy managed to sit back on his heels, I grabbed my erection and gave it a squeeze. “We’re playing cowboy.”
And the fact that he’d already come was going to make it interesting, so I raised one eyebrow as I shoved my slightly sticky pants down. “My little minute man got too excited but that doesn’t mean my fun is all done.”
He wanted to blush and squirm from the minute man comment, but the idea of using himself to pleasure me after he’d already come seemed to turn him on. “I…I want you to have fun…have fun using your slut, Master.”
As I tossed my pants to the end of the bed, I patted my lap. “Then climb up, cowboy, and show me what a good slut I’ve got.”
So. Much. Fun.
I was doing my best to keep the over-the-top cheerful smile in place without actually laughing, but his blushing grumbles and the way his cock twitched just made it painfully hard.
Literally.
He was sexy as fuck even when he was the cutest mix of embarrassed and turned on. “I didn’t mean to go so fast.”