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)
“That’s my answer, I guess.” Sighing, he shook his head again. “I bet you were going to jerk off or let them watch you shower.”
I.
He.
That.
“Do we need to wait until you’re less turned on to talk about this?” Cyrus glanced down at my lap again. “I don’t mind checking back with you about it, but it doesn’t seem like you have enough blood in your brain to process my questions.”
No. I did not.
“You can shake your head. Good boy.” He smiled and then looked down at my still hidden erection. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?”
He was way too good at this.
“I…I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.” That was a reasonable response, right? “You’re…you’re my friend.”
He nodded but still seemed to be fucking with me. “Your hot friend you’ve been fantasizing over and then getting turned on again because thinking about being used by me is wrong, isn’t it?”
He was a fucking mind reader.
“I don’t…I don’t do anything inappropriate when I think about you.” No. I could behave myself. “I’m…I’m always careful.”
“Too careful, slut.” His frown shouldn’t have been that sexy, but it was. “You were so careful I was starting to think you were a nice boy.”
Wow.
He.
That.
I was a nice boy, right?
“I…” There were countless things I should’ve said but nothing else came out.
“That’s okay.” Cyrus actually looked understanding. “I get it. You’ve been hiding your slut side so long it’s just burst out.”
That was probably truer than I wanted to admit but I tried to deny it. “I’ve…I’ve behaved myself.”
“Technically you did, but you wanted to think about me like that.” Slowly shaking his head, Cyrus made me want to shiver and grab my dick. “Look at you. Ashamed and squirming. You know how naughty you were.”
Was I?
He was fucking with me, right?
Yes.
Cyrus was just being the asshole Dom he’d figured out that I wanted.
Wait.
Why?
My brain couldn’t catch up with what was going on.
“I…I don’t understand.” Yes. He was a Dom, so that was a perfectly reasonable response.
It even got a nod from him and he looked understanding. “You’re not hiding what you need any longer and you’re starting to come to terms with the fact that I want to have a different kind of relationship with you. It’s taking you a while to process it, though.”
Wasn’t that the truth.
“I think I’m processing.” Maybe? Slowly? “What…what do you want?”
We really had to stop trying to have a discussion when I was so hard.
“I want to date you.” Cyrus’s brain was working fine, unfortunately. “I want to fuck with you.”
Considering he was already doing that, I’d hoped it was something he wanted.
“I want to talk about fucking you.”
Wow.
“I want us to figure out a way to help you explore your fantasy.”
He did?
“I want to find new ways to humiliate you and make you squirm because I don’t think you’ve gotten enough of that lately.” There was just enough truth and fuckery in his statement it made me more turned on and had me nodding.
“It’s…the last few years everyone wants to be nice and there’s…there’s been a lot of talk about healthy BDSM.” It was so frustrating. “I’m not taking it to heart.”
I’m taking it to dick.
“But some people have decided that giving you what you want is rude.” Cyrus seemed to genuinely understand, which had me reminding myself that I couldn’t relax and get lost in the fantasy again. “I can understand what you want, though. I know you and I know how honest you are with that kind of stuff.”
I tried but it was hard.
“That’s why you’ve done your best to steer our conversations away from specific kinks.” Cyrus’s glare said he didn’t appreciate that. “No squirming.”
Oops.
“Sorry.”
Maybe?
Raising one eyebrow, he didn’t look like he believed me. “I doubt it considering how hard you probably still are.”
He might’ve had a point but I couldn’t help pushing back. “You’re trying to do that on purpose, though. I…I can’t be held responsible for you fucking with me.”
He grinned.
Fuck it all.
“I know.” He was entirely too pleased with himself. “Now you need to acknowledge that I can give you what you want and you understand I’m not weirded out by it.”
Fucking hell.
“You’re an asshole.” He was using my own kinks against me or to me or for me…he was doing something.
“You probably find that really hot, so I’m not going to apologize.” His smirk faded into something dark and sexy as he glanced down at my lap again. “I am, however, going to do my best to come up with a good punishment for you if you keep rubbing your erection with your arm.”
Shit.
“I don’t appreciate this.” I wasn’t sure what else to say, but he smiled and didn’t seem to be having the same problem.
“Maybe not, but you’re desperate and squirming, so we’re not putting this in the negative category yet.” His brain was working entirely too well because he spread his legs wider and smirked again. “I think you’re turned on by the name calling and the situation. I think you’re turned on by me. I think you’re right on the edge of doing something stupid like pulling out your dick in the lounge.”