Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
He was so cute when he lost his brains.
“That’s right, baby.” Bracing his legs with my arms, I stretched out over him again and let the tip of my dick kiss his opening. “And you’re my beautiful sub.”
Pressing into him, I waited a few seconds to let him get used to the sensation and then slowly inched deeper. “There are so many ways I could reward my boy, but for the time being, you’re going to come when I’m fucking you, aren’t you?”
Nodding eagerly, he clenched around me before relaxing so I could keep filling him. “Yes. That’s when I come. Not when you’re enjoying me.”
Giving him a soft kiss, I nodded back. “That’s right. And not when I’m tormenting you or fucking with you or reminding a naughty boy who he belongs to.”
That was one of his favorites and we both knew it just by the way his body spasmed around me. He didn’t try to hide it either. He barely took a breath, his brain seeming to be on overload because it skipped over all his normal worries. “You. I belong to you. I like belonging to you. You’re so good at helping me remember.”
“Yes, you’re all mine.” Bottoming out in him, I waited to build the need and make the desperation inside him grow. Seconds ticked by until he tightened around me and whined as he tried to get me to fuck him. “And I’m never going to let you forget.”
Pulling out and thrusting back in hard, I loved the way he gasped and his eyes closed. Something about the pain and pleasure just washed over him and lit him up. “Mine.”
He’d been mine since the first moment I’d seen him, and there was no doubt about that in my mind. But I didn’t mind that he needed the reminder sometimes. If he needed to be claimed and fucked and marked and loved so completely he couldn’t function, well, that was just what his Dom would have to do.
“Yours.” Crying out the word as I pounded back into him, Stirling wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. “Yours.”
My baby’s brain was completely overloaded, so I let the pleasure take him away, making him feel owned and loved. We both chased his orgasm as fast as we could until I could feel it just out of reach. As he whimpered and shook, I moved my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
That was all it took to have fireworks going off inside him and his orgasm exploded.
There was nothing better than the way he cried out as he spasmed around me, but I kept his pleasure going a few more seconds until I followed him over, filling him with my cum. Bliss crossed his face as he felt me marking him, and his orgasm shifted into that floating area between reality and subspace.
When I went still, trying to stay hard inside him as long as I could, I gave him another kiss and chuckled as I got a spacey smile from him. “Such a good boy.”
Nodding against me as I blanketed myself over him, Stirling sighed and nuzzled against my neck. “Very good. I and then…you…and I…”
Yep, he something’d all right.
“The best.” Kissing over his face, I stayed quiet to help him float and it worked until I finally slipped out of him.
He scrunched up his face and I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “The best boy ever.”
Giving him another kiss got me a sigh and a smile as he opened his eyes. “You talked about me bouncing.”
Hmm…there seemed to be a hint of helper peeking out, so I shrugged playfully. “Yes, I think it’s something you’d like.”
I knew he’d like it…we’d just never framed the scene in quite that way.
“Even if…what if I like bouncing a lot?” Stirling was so caught up in the rabbit trail he was following in his mind, he was completely lost in thought as I rolled us over so he was curled up against my chest. “I…I might like it a lot depending…depending on how you talked about it.”
My brave boy.
Stroking my hand over his head, I made a thinking sound and did my best to sound casual. “So if I talked about it with words like playing and bouncing and made it sound like the trampoline but naughty, you might like it in a helper kind of way?”
He went very still before snuggling even tighter against me and nodding. “Yes, Dr. Miles said there are all kinds of games a helper and Santa might play.”
I was very grateful for Dr. Miles, but sometimes I thought they must have the strangest conversations.
I’d never say that out loud, though.
“I agree. And we just have to figure out which ones we like.” Kissing his head, I shrugged again. “Like we have to figure out which breakfasts make you feel like a sweet helper. You seemed to think Mickey Mouse pancakes would do that.”