Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Some had turned him on and some had made him roll his eyes, but those weren’t bad reactions because the eye roll thing meant he thought I was cute.
“And you also know that it will be okay if you change your mind about words or how you react in some way.” Bastian was so careful I knew I had to ask about his lamp story one day, but for the moment, it could wait.
“Yes, but is it reasonable to remind you that we might like the same things?” I couldn’t decide if that was ridiculous or not, but he seemed to need it. “Sure, a couple of months ago I’d have had a lot more questions, but with the breeding kink thing, I’ve read stuff with that and it’s not scary.”
It was probably technically kind of weird, but good weird, like the alien books.
“And so far, I don’t mind if we use words like slut or omega or anything that might sound kind of feminine. We both know bodies and words don’t always have to match.” There were a lot of books that wouldn’t exist if they always had to match. “I know you like how I look and that’s the important part for me.”
“So you’re flexible on being my naughty little slut who needs to be breed by his alpha as long as you know I like your ass?” He laughed when I nodded, but it was a wicked sound.
“You’re going to like other parts too.” His main kinky fantasy was about being inside me, so there were definitely other parts he was going to enjoy.
“I’ll have to do some exploring to see which parts I like best.” Master’s voice went lower as he nibbled on my ear again, sending shivers through me. “So far I’m enjoying your chest and all these muscles but I haven’t gotten to explore other parts I might enjoy better.”
Yes!
His hands were slowly going down my chest and my back before inching up again, and I was pretty sure we’d done enough of the list to be safe. When we added in Bastian not being worried anymore, all signs pointed to playtime and orgasms.
“We need to be sure.” I’d have teased him more but his hands finally started lower, so I didn’t want to do anything that might distract him. “How…how can we explore that, Sir?”
Because I was pretty sure we were in the good-to-go category…but I wasn’t sure how to move us from here to there.
“Well, first I’m going to make sure that you’re still happy to play with me, naughty boy.” Master was back and he brought his teeth out to play as he bit down on my neck again. It was just perfect enough that my eyes tried to roll back in my head and I moaned, but I made sure to keep my hands where they belonged.
I was going to get my reward even if my hands kept trying to fuck things up.
They were the real naughty sluts of the scene.
“I…” What was I supposed to say? “Thank you, Sir.”
Yes. That was a good response.
Master even chuckled and something about it made the scene feel like it was suddenly more wicked than it’d been before even though I wasn’t sure what had changed. “You’re pretending to be such a good boy, but we both know you’re very naughty.”
Naughty enough for a spanking?
How was I supposed to respond?
“I…” I should’ve practiced more. “I’m sorry I was naughty.”
That sounded like I’d agreed with him without agreeing too much, right?
“You’ve been pretending to be sweet and innocent but I saw you flirting with those men.” Master made it sound so real, I had to remind myself that I hadn’t talked to anyone but Emilia and her boss when I’d tattled.
They were both women…and even her manager was some kind of distant relative that thankfully never came to the family events.
She thought they were nuts and too distantly related to deal with.
I kind of liked her.
“I…” More practice next time…a lot more practice. “I was just being nice. I wasn’t really flirting.”
Hmm…it wasn’t too bad.
“And I am sweet and innocent.”
Kind of.
It was going to depend on the definition but I was sure I could talk him into it.
“One had his hand on your ass, slut.” Master’s growled-out words sent a shiver through me and I had to remind myself that moaning would not be the right response. “Who owns this ass, slut?”
God, he said that so good.
“You, Sir.” He said that entirely too firmly for it to be just fucking with me in the scene. “You. I’m sorry.”
Sorry I got caught if I was that naughty.
How many men had I let touch my ass?
I wasn’t in some kind of reverse harem nonsense.
There was no way my Master would go for that.
“You’re going to be.” Still sounding so gruff that he had my dick throbbing, Master slowly straightened and aimed his sexy glare at me. “You need a reminder about who you belong to.”