Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Part of me had worried that knowing they weren’t shocked would make the fantasy less fun for him, but it was obvious that I was wrong about that fear. Not having to obsess over whether they were straight or vanilla seemed to make him even more turned on.
“Conner told me that they were wondering if I was going to make you come like that or not.” The casually offered information had his cock throbbing in his pants. Holding off on more teasing, I just kept my hand resting on him possessively. “Evidently there was nearly a betting pool about what the outcome would be, but several of the members couldn’t decide if you would be offended by that or not.”
I glanced up at Finley to see his wide eyes staring at me in surprise. “Really, Master?”
Shrugging, I aimed for a very casual and slightly confused about the whole thing expression. “I know. It’s odd that they wouldn’t understand how much it would turn you on to be seen as such a slut, but it’s probably the innocent thing.”
His head was going up and down in a faint nod, but I wasn’t sure if he was distracted and fantasizing or actually agreeing with me.
“Don’t worry, though, pet.” Giving his lap a pat, I smiled like I was doing him a favor. “We’ll make sure they won’t question it next time.”
Finley was back to giving me the confusing head bob, but he didn’t look offended and he was still hard. Both were good signs, so I smiled again. “I have lots of ideas for how to fix that, but first, we need to go on a few dates, go over limits lists, and finish our first experiment.”
He blinked, finally giving me another expression, this time confusion. “Experiment?”
Keeping a cheerful expression that was definitely on the innocent side, I smiled as more giggles and coughs came from the other table. “Seeing how many times you have to come before it looks like you’ve wet your pants.”
That seemed to have his brain whirling like an old computer. I could almost see that circle icon going round and round in front of his eyes. “Yes…experiment…”
No safeword.
He was still hard.
A pat made him moan.
Yep, we were all good.
“Now, have you decided about food? You’re going to need your energy later.” The vague teasing about what was to come sent a shiver through him and he whined softly.
“I…Master?” His quiet voice and blushing cheeks said he was thinking something wicked.
“Yes, pet?” Going back to stroking over his cock softly, I tapped his thigh. “Open.”
That got me a cute whimper, but he spread his legs again. “Good boy. You don’t want everyone to think you’re playing with yourself, do you?”
Shaking his head, it took him another few seconds before his brain reengaged. “Master? How…how long do you think it will take to finish…to finish the experiment?”
He was asking one thing and hinting at another. I knew that, but the only thing I could guess was if he was asking about staying over.
I wasn’t sure how an older Dom would’ve felt, but I was pretty sure they wouldn’t have imagined spiking the ball and doing a dance at the fifty-yard line. Refusing to give in to that nonsense, I shrugged. “I’m not sure it can be rushed or timed out exactly.”
Glancing down at his lap, I gave his erection another pat. “This might need a bit of recharge time between orgasms. Are we working on a deadline?”
Finley shook his head, but it took him a moment to get more words out. “No, Master.”
“Good then.” Giving his cock a squeeze, I refused to overthink what that meant. “We’ll take as long as we need, and if it turns out to be a longer date than we expected, I’ll make you breakfast. I make a mean omelet.”
His mouth opened and closed several times before he paused and licked his lips. The cute halting stops said a thousand things were running through his mind. “I like omelets, Master.”
“I’m glad.” That earned him another squeeze and I went back to stroking his cock. “If you’re a very good boy tonight, I might even let you kneel for me while I feed you in the morning. Would you like that, pet?”
Thoughts and emotion flashed over his face, but it was the sexy shiver that raced through him that seemed to get his mouth working. “Yes, Master. I’ll try to be very good.”
“I know you will.” Kissing his cheek again since it always made him look so bashful, I kept my voice light. “Sweet sluts always like pleasing their Master because they’re always thinking about earning orgasms.”
Shock flashed over his face giving him an almost cartoon-like appearance. “Master…”
Trying hard not to laugh, I cocked my head and kept stroking his throbbing erection. “Yes? Don’t think I’m fooled by that sweet face, pet. I can see all your naughty thoughts flashing in your eyes and feel them in your hard penis.”