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)
And that’d been right around the time I’d started hanging out with Weston.
Great.
Weston didn’t seem to know what to say but Conner never had that problem. He just sighed and glared at Weston. “I’m not even going to ask you that question because your headspace is fucked.”
Oh yeah.
“I’m not going to apologize for my slut’s good behavior.” I reached over and rubbed his head, though, getting a blush from him. “He wants an orgasm and to hear what his surprise is.”
Weston was back to vibrating with excitement as he tried to figure out how to respond, but again, Conner was never without a question or opinion. “I don’t need to ask if you’ve had the right conversations, do I?”
Answering that was going to give Weston a hint, but it wouldn’t be too big. “No, we’ve had several long talks about different scenes and the limits and rules around them.”
I’d made sure to go through several different ones so he didn’t guess what I was planning.
“I emailed you his list, which I’m sure you saw, and we’ve walked through it logically as well as in a scene where I was fucking with him.” And fucking him. “I’m confident we’re on the same page, but I understand there’s no way to predict every outcome.”
There was only so much planning and pretending we could do before we had to see how it felt in person.
“He has his safewords and isn’t afraid to use them.” He just didn’t always use them in ways I expected. “If we need to use them, we’ll understand and no one will take it personally. They’re important.”
Weston made a soft thinking sound, but I was pretty sure it was more about my wording than worrying about the scene. He didn’t have his overthinking face on and he wasn’t aroused enough to be too confused.
Conner didn’t seem worried about him either, so he stayed focused on me. “Alright then. I have everything set up and we went over the plan.”
Sign on the door.
Lock it when we were in.
Don’t dawdle too much.
“Great.” Stroking Weston’s head again, I ruffled his hair and smiled. “I’ll get him ready and then we’ll have some fun.”
Vague and just teasing enough to make him squirm…which was what I’d been hoping for.
“No.” Shaking my head, I frowned and gave him the puppy dog tone, as he’d called it when he was grumbling about me. “Don’t play with yourself.”
His voice got stuck in his throat because he had to swallow several times before he could respond. “Yes, Sir.”
Hmm…we could do better than that.
“Why can’t you wiggle and play with yourself?” Ignoring the way Conner shivered and wiggled to play with himself, I raised one eyebrow. “Was that how a good boy with nice manners answers a question?”
His groan got a wicked grin from our audience, but Weston squirmed and pressed his legs together before he could catch himself. “I…no…that’s…”
Perfect fuckery.
Yep. That was what that was.
It was so good he had to fight to get words again, but I was patient and so was our audience. “I…I won’t play with my toy, Master. I’m sorry.”
“That’s better.” Conner thought so too based on the sexy sound effects I got from teasing Weston. “Who does that little toy belong to?”
“You…” Nearly moaning out the answer, Weston sagged into the couch, clearly having lost a few brain cells. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“That’s okay.” Leaning over, I kissed his cheek. “You can’t help it, slut. But you’re trying, so your reminder won’t be too serious.”
That got another fun shiver from him and his eyes glazed over. “I…manners…and…and reminders?”
It came out sounding like a question, so I took it that way. “Yes, we’re going to start your reminder with a few spanks and getting your hug on. Then we’ll go from there.”
Being vague always got the best reactions from him because his own imagination was more wicked than anything I would’ve suggested.
“You…” He shivered before his confused and curious gaze swept over the room. “Reminder?”
Taking a stab at what he was actually thinking, I shifted my touch so I was stroking his neck. “Not in the main area here. Don’t worry.”
Forcing myself to stop before I accidentally gave it away, I turned to Conner. “If you’ll excuse us, I have a sub who needs help remembering his manners.”
The drama queen’s gleeful smile had me wanting to roll my eyes. “Of course, but I have to say I told you so when I said we had to have this conversation before he lost too much of his brains.”
I shrugged. “Only one head works at a time in a slut.”
Weston whined as he blushed, but after a few seconds, he nodded. It was the perfect reaction, so I gave his lap a pat. “See? This one is fully engaged, so the big one is shot.”
Conner didn’t bother hiding his excitement as he did a little wiggle to make sure we saw how hard he was. “The little one is more fun than the big one. Especially with your cutie.”