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)
Yep, for some reason being very politely praised for how his dick looked was definitely a hot button for my sexy boy.
So of course I had to praise him again.
“It’s nice and firm and long enough to be shown off perfectly.” And that gave me another idea that I knew he would love. “You know, I don’t think the guys at BJ’s got a good enough look at how well sculpted your penis is, pet.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to die from embarrassment or thrust against my hand and explode. My touch was probably too light to make him come just by playing with his dick, but he was already almost at the point of too sensitive and I didn’t want to overwhelm him…not yet anyway.
As he jerked his hips back and forth in tiny movements that he didn’t seem to be in control of, I gently trailed my fingers along his erection. “They’d love those pants too, pet. You know the ones I mean.”
That kept the blush going perfectly but he started working the plug faster, desperately trying to come, so I knew he loved the idea.
“But just in case your little guy here is feeling shy, we could always put a cock ring around him to keep him proud so he can enjoy showing off.” Giving his cock a wiggle like it was waving hi to everyone, I had to smile when he sucked in a breath like he was shocked…but his cock gave the game away by jerking in my hand.
There was no hiding what this fantasy did for him even if he was pretending to be surprised. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea. Then you won’t have to worry about my happiness, pet, and I bet everyone there will give you lots of praise for being so hard.”
His brain seemed to have filled in the details on that a bit too clearly. All it took was one slightly condescending pat on the plug to have him clenching down on the toy and crying out as he came again. It seemed that it was the perfect length to nudge his prostate, so I was glad to see my research had paid off.
“Oh, naughty boy, I think you like that idea.” Giving the plug a few more light pats as I teased over the head of his cock, I kept his orgasm going while a few tiny spurts of cum slicked my fingers. “You remember how polite they all were the first time, telling you how nice you looked, and I think I even heard one gentleman comment on how cute your blush was. I bet they’ll be even more enthusiastic when we go back.”
We hadn’t made time to go back to the bar. There always seemed to be other things to do, but I made a mental note to fix that as soon as I could. His reaction to the simple fantasy said he’d been thinking about his first visit and was ready for another.
“Well, you didn’t make much of a mess this time, so that’s very good, pet.” That had another spark of pleasure firing through him and his groan said he was right on the edge between good pleasure and good pain.
Giving his cock a rest, I teased over his probably tender balls and back up to the plug, giving it a tap. “Did you know this has a wonderful vibrating function too?”
I wasn’t sure his brain was completely tracking the conversation any longer, so I was nice and decided to show him. “It’s probably better to let you experience it so you remember for next time.”
Patting the plug, I reached in the drawer again and pulled out the remote and a soft flogger that was another new surprise. His brain was barely starting to function as I trailed the strands of the flogger over his back and lightly pressed the lowest setting.
He jerked, tugging on the restraints as his back arched and his head lifted off the bed. “Master…”
Every nerve in his body seemed to be tingling at the faint sensations and just the lightest brush over his ass had him whining. “Master…”
Payton was no longer hiding and was fighting to get a thought out, so I kept my caresses as light as I could, giving his brain a chance to catch up to reality without letting him come down too much. It took several long moments for the sensations to be manageable but eventually he took a deep breath and turned his head, resting his cheek on the mattress.
He looked almost drunk, eyes slightly unfocused and subspace clearly nudging at his brain. He’d fought to push it back, though, so I had a feeling he wanted to remember every moment.
I couldn’t decide what I loved more, seeing him fly or seeing him desperate not to miss a minute of our time together.