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)
“It is.” Giving his erection a tiny jiggle, I chuckled. “But it will get even more pronounced once his hug is on.”
“Hug as in it hugs his penis tight?” When I nodded, Conner giggled. “I love it.”
“Thank you.” I gave the penis in question one more pat before moving my hand away. I wanted to make sure Weston could safely walk, so I had to ease back just a touch. “He doesn’t get to use grown-up words because he has good manners.”
And because they got cute whimpers and sexy blushes.
“He’s adorable.” Bouncing up, Conner ignored how the motion had other parts of him bouncing around too. “Okay, you’re going to distract me if I stay. I’m off to give bribes and rewards.”
I wasn’t going to ask, so I just nodded as he hurried off to cause chaos somewhere else. Weston used the gap in fuckery to take a deep breath and gather up a few wandering brain cells because he was blinking and fighting to be functional in some way when I turned back to him. “We’re…we’re going to have a scene?”
“Yes.” That was an easy answer, so I started there. “We’ve got a scene lined up and it’s all organized. I worked it out with Conner earlier.”
I’d hoped to have a bit more time to work on the scheduling but he’d been a pain in the ass.
“That’s…” Weston shook his head before scrunching his eyes closed. “That’s why you answered his questions and didn’t push back too much.”
“Correct.” Otherwise I’d have been a bigger pain in the ass. “I needed him to help me get it lined up, so I had to keep the crazy man happy.”
He’d seemed to like what he’d seen, though, so I pushed a lot of the thoughts he’d given me to the back of my mind.
“We…we talked about it? This week, I mean?” His question showed he was functioning better than Conner probably thought, but his squirming said he was turned on. “You said we talked about limits and rules.”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a complete enough response, so I kept going. “We had several long conversations about limits in different scenes.”
This one had been while he’d been perched on my dick, unable to fuck himself until he’d filled out the limits list and had given me clear answers about what he was agreeing to.
“Which…which conversation?” My bark of laughter had him sighing and opening his eyes. “Master? I mean. Which conversation, Master?”
“You’re adorable, but no.” Kissing his cheek had him blushing, but it was time to start fucking with him, so I didn’t get distracted. “Let’s go get you ready for the evening. Then we can play.”
Technically I was being completely factual with how the plan would go, but he was a sexy smartie and gave me a skeptical glare. “You’re up to something.”
Why yes, I was.
“Let’s go before you earn yourself a bigger reminder and an actual punishment, naughty boy.” Because for my plan to work we had to stick at reminder levels of shenanigans.
Chapter 27
Weston
I just needed another second or two and I’d figure it out, but he never let me have enough time to make that work.
He kissed my cheek.
He patted my ass.
He squeezed my dick as he asked if my little toy was looking forward to being hugged.
And he kept smiling and acknowledging everyone that walked past us to keep me more embarrassed and stupidly squirmy.
He looked sweet but he was really evil.
My Master was also really distracting because he kept smiling and his muscles were bulging and his T-shirt was stretched so tight over his chest he made me…
What was I doing?
Trying to bug him.
Fuck.
How were we already at the locker rooms?
Wait.
“Where?” I had to. He was. “Where are we going?”
Master’s chuckle was excited and evil.
Probably supervillain in a DreamWorks movie evil.
We weren’t at old-fashioned Disney but it was close.
Why was that the only thing I could think about?
Fucking hell.
Where were we going?
“There’s another one back here. We should have some privacy when I help you remember to be good.” He made that sound reasonable but there was no way it was. “Technically doing it in one of the rooms would be within your limits but I thought I’d be nice.”
No.
He was too happy to be nice.
I just wasn’t sure how to say that without getting more reminders or sounding nuts.
“Have you thought about what we were doing a year ago?” As far as distractions went, it was a good one but he had my undivided attention on other things. “I’m still at a loss.”
I wasn’t going to talk about that.
“What…what does my reminder look like again? I was paying attention but you and Conner together in one place is hard on my brain.” I kept imagining different scenarios and ridiculous nonsense, and that didn’t even begin to touch on how crazy it was when Master started being Master and not just Cyrus.