Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Yeah, okay, we’ve got a few things to talk about like what we’re going to tell her because you make me stupid too.” That confession got a laugh from my sweet pup and he looked lighter.
“Later.” He stretched up and kissed my cheek, delightfully cute and tempting. “If that’s okay, Master?”
Oh, being bribed with kisses was definitely something I knew I should encourage, so I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me. “I think that’s a wonderful plan.”
If he’d gone soft, it hadn’t lasted long because I could feel him rubbing his erection against me as he wiggled. “I…I was good in the restaurant, Master.”
He wasn’t terribly confident about that claim but I loved that it was his first thought about how to move our night along.
“You were very good, pet.” Keeping him snuggled close, I walked us over to the couch and pulled him down onto my lap so he was straddling my thighs. I wanted him unfocused and needy again, so I slowly ran my hands over him as I nibbled on his neck. “You let me know when you were thinking naughty thoughts and you stayed hard for me.”
He definitely needed a reward for that.
Teasing his ear with my teeth had him sucking in a breath and squirming on my lap. “You were so sexy tonight, pet, and I loved how the men were watching you. But you’re mine, aren’t you, pet?”
He nodded before what I’d said really occurred to him. “I…they were?”
He really hadn’t noticed?
“Oh, pet. Heads turned every time you walked by and I could point out every gay man in the room just by the way they watched you.” And had I mentioned how much I loved it?
Running my hands down his back, I caressed his ass and squeezed his sexy, well-displayed cheeks. “They were imagining doing wicked things to you but you’re all mine.”
He nodded as a shiver raced through him, turned on by being wanted but still wanting to be my good boy. “I…but you’re Master.”
“That’s right, pet.” Going back to nibbling on his ear, I loved the little sounds he made as he squirmed against me. “You’re all mine and I’m your Master, so I’m all yours too.”
He curled against me, burying his face against my neck and taking away the ear I’d been nibbling on. “Really? That means…I mean, it’s…”
Kissing his cheek, I rocked him against me and kneaded his ass as I nodded. “Oh yes, pet. That means we’re together. However we want to define it, you’re mine.”
And it was time to give him a firm display of my ownership to make sure he understood that, so I gave one cheek a soft spank and whispered softly in his ear. “Stand up for me, pet.”
His sweet whimper said he knew what was coming, and without a second thought, he obeyed. I could see the nerves in the way his hands shook and his not-so-subtle deep breaths, but there was desire in his eyes and trust in the way he looked at me to lead the way.
“Good boy.” As he stood in front of me, I ran my hands up his thighs and tried to project confidence as I unbuttoned the sexy pants he’d worn for me. “What do you say if you need me to slow down?”
Payton swallowed and it took him a moment to look away from my hands as I slowly inched the fabric down over his ass, but eventually the question got through. “Yellow, Master.”
“Good boy.” Rewarding him with a little tap to his hard cock, I loved the whimper it got from him and the way his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Now what do you say if you need to stop the spanking?”
He answered that more quickly but it still took a moment for his brain to come back online. “Red, Master.”
Before I could make sure he understood to use it, albeit obsessing a bit, he looked into my eyes. “And if I don’t use it when I should, you’ll be very disappointed in me. The crazy man from Leashes and Lace made a video where he said it over and over.”
Well, the internet was good for something.
“That’s right, pet. Good boy.” Peeling down his tiny briefs that were barely containing his cock let me stroke down the shaft, giving him another reward. “You’ve been so good for me tonight.”
His sweet whimper got cut off as he swallowed and fought to respond in words, not just in beads of precum dripping from his erection, although that was very pretty. “And good boys…they get rewards.”
“They do, pet.” Not giving him another moment to think about what would happen, I helped him over my lap so he was stretched out down the couch. “And you’ve been the best boy ever, so you deserve all kinds of rewards tonight.”