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)
Huh?
Oh.
“Is it that important to you that I get to come?” Yes, I was still half-hard and getting harder with every sexy sound he made, but mentally I’d gotten everything I wanted.
Stirling’s lower lip pushed out and he nodded, still with his eyes closed as I massaged his head. “Yes.”
“Then after I get you cleaned up, which is something I really like doing, I’m going to have you cuddle between my legs and soft suck on my dick.” It was basically nursing on my dick, but we didn’t call it that. “I’m ready to relax and that will help me fall right to sleep.”
Making a happy hum, Stirling opened one eye. “I like helping you relax.”
There was no way he’d stay awake long enough for me to come, but he probably wouldn’t remember that later.
“Because you’re my good sub.” Barely brushing my lips against his, I shifted his head under the spray so I could rinse out the shampoo. “And you take good care of me.”
He nodded but that seemed to be more out of habit than actually processing what I’d said. “I do a good job helping you. I’m a good helper.”
Something had his brain grinding to a halt because I could almost see that whirling circle from the computer on his face. “I’m a helper.”
Agreeing with him seemed to be the only logical thing to do, so I nodded and went to work on cleaning his body while his mind processed something important.
Well, important at the moment.
He could’ve been thinking about a new cookie recipe for all I knew, but it was serious to him, so I just let him work through it.
Stirling wasn’t in any rush, though.
He didn’t tune back into reality until I was turning him under the spray to rinse off the bodywash. “I did a good job being a helper elf today. There are lots of helpers.”
Yep, he’d figured out something interesting.
“Yes, you were a wonderful helper.” Before I could decide what else to say, he picked up the bodywash and found another way to help by cleaning me. “And there are lots of ways to help.”
It didn’t feel like enough, so as he slowly trailed his hands over my chest like he was attempting to wash me, I tried to fill in the rest of the sentence. “You helped the subs today by making them happy and confident, and you gave them their presents and treats.”
He’d done a good job with that…and at the moment, he was doing a good job of making me hard as a rock.
“You help me in a lot of different ways, practical and sexy.” He was very good at both as long as it didn’t pertain to processing his surroundings.
Then he was just as likely to nearly get himself killed as he was to help.
“You are a wonderful helper.” Going into any more detail seemed like it would distract or confuse him, so I kissed his cheek as a low moan escaped me. “And now you’re helping in a sexy way.”
He blinked at me, completely confused before he looked down to see his fingers playing with my erection. “Oh, yes. I’m very helpful.”
Next time we went to the club, he was going to take a fucking nap even if I had to tie him up to do it. I didn’t care that he was convinced only littles took naps. He was exhausted.
“You are.” Kissing his cheek, I pushed back my frustration because it wouldn’t help in our current situation. “Alright, help me get rinsed off.”
I was mostly clean and did a bit of frantic scrubbing as he turned around and shifted to put me under the water. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Helping me rinse was just as arousing as the washing had been, and for him it was just as distracting. But we managed to do it without him completely forgetting where he was and why we were there.
“All set.” Turning off the water, I opened the glass door and reached for his towel first. “Let’s get you dry and then we’ll work on me.”
An absent nod said he’d gotten at least part of that, but before I was halfway finished drying him, he walked off and went over to the toilet.
Rolling my eyes as he pissed while dripping water on the floor, I just took a breath and switched to drying myself.
Being a brat had definitely been exhausting but I had a feeling the spanking hadn’t helped either. He’d loved the scene, but emotionally everything had worn him out. Too many lows would definitely have exhausted him but too many highs were just as tiring.
He didn’t want to hear that, though, even if he didn’t seem to remember when he’d walked over to the toilet. “I…I think…”
He wasn’t thinking.
“You’re right. It’s time to go relax.” He’d dripped most of the excess water onto the floor, so I tossed my towel over it as I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. “Thank you for helping me.”