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)
This just kept getting better and better.
Chapter 9
Weston
There had to be more things I was supposed to be worried about but he kept frying my brain. “How does my slut want to come?”
That did not help the brain problem.
“Do you want bed humpies or do you want to climb up in my lap and ask for me to play with that little toy?” His you’re a cute puppy tone was fucking with my head, and it felt like it was keeping the world off-center. “Is there another game you want to play?”
He was so good at frying my brain.
But simply trying to hold on to logical thoughts about how easily this style of domination came to him wasn’t enough to keep me grounded in reality where I could remember my fears.
I was going to have to figure out something else next time.
“I…I just want to come.” And have him keep humiliating me. “Please help, Sir.”
“My cute slut.” His soft caresses over my head were amazing, but it was his quiet chuckle that sent hot and cold flashing through me again and killing off a few more brain cells. “Well, you got to have humpies earlier, so let’s have toy time now.”
The ridiculous almost baby talk wording should not have been that hot…but it was.
I wasn’t a grown-up who was boring, I was his slut, and that meant I was more like a naughty puppy than a real person.
“Come up here and sit on my lap.” His head pat and good boy tone had every muscle clenching, and my dick made a valiant effort to orgasm without any touch at all. “Naughty sluts who dawdle don’t get toy time.”
Fuck.
That was never going to get less humiliating.
He was amazing.
“Good boy.” His cheerful tone as I managed to sit up and start obeying had more crazy sensations flashing through me, and it was like nothing worked right but my dick. “Come here. Straddle my lap. That’s right. No hiding your toys.”
I hadn’t felt exposed before even though I was naked, but something about spreading my knees wide and sitting on his thighs made me feel like everyone in the world could see my ass. Master gave me another beaming smile and patted my head as he tucked his cock back in his briefs. “That’s right.”
I was pretty sure that shouldn’t be as hot as it was either, but nothing in me was working right. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Oh, my slut has such good manners when he wants to play.” He’d managed to make even basic manners hot as fuck, and I had to force myself not to grind my dick against him. That didn’t seem like it would be a good idea, even with Cyrus’s sweet tone. “Let’s see if you can keep being so well-behaved.”
Oh…that sounded dangerous but it was erotic enough to have me shivering again.
“Cutest slut ever.” He melted my brain even more when he kissed my cheek. “Okay, how should you ask for playtime?”
God.
I was never going to make it through our first date without dying from humiliation-induced pleasure.
He knew it too based on his ear-to-ear grin as he stroked his hand along my neck and down to my chest. “Show me what a good boy I’ve got.”
This came way too naturally to him…which seemed to be cheating in some way…so maybe I couldn’t feel bad about it?
“I…” Good boy. I needed to be his good boy to come. That was the important part I needed to focus on. “Will you…will you have playtime with my toy, Sir?”
Master’s eyes flashed with pleasure, sending more crazy things through me. God, he was so sexy when he was happy. “Oh, that was very polite.”
How did that make me feel so wonderfully dirty?
“Such cute squirms.” Still sounding cheerful and like I was adorable, Master shook his head like he couldn’t believe how cute I was. “Yes, playtime for my slut.”
Thank God.
He killed my relief and turned it into something humiliating and wonderful with one question, though. As he wrapped his hand around my erection, he kissed my cheek again. “Do you want slippery playtime or are you a naughty boy who wants his toy to ache?”
Fuck.
My head crashed into his shoulder as I whined, but he chuckled and gave my cock a squeeze. “Silly boy. But don’t worry. I’m patient.”
So patient he was going to kill me with that too.
Lubed or dry.
His tight grip and huge hands said dry would be amazing but I’d already come once. “Slippery, Master. But…”
Ugh.
“But achy next time?” The ridiculous wording and humiliation it gave me had a mixture of hot desire flashing through me, but he made a pleased sound that had my cock trying to get even harder.
“Thank you for telling me how naughty you are, sweet boy. I’m so proud of you.” That probably shouldn’t feel so humiliating, but it did, and a few more brain cells poofed away as subspace inched closer again. “Slippery playtime it is.”