Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Tonight is about cuddles and orgasms.” I already got my spanking so that was one thing off the to-do list. “And you making decisions.”
That was always nice, no matter if it was about chores or orgasms.
“Yes, and all you have to do is make sure I know if I accidentally run into a limit or if you need me to slow down on anything.” The hand on my head tightened and he started massaging his fingers into my scalp.
I moaned, not worrying about how I sounded at all since I was naked and he’d already figured out I liked him. “That’s so…”
“Another thing I should’ve realized.” He sounded vaguely sheepish when he realized how much I loved his touch, but I didn’t think it would last long.
“I didn’t want you to know.” He might’ve stopped touching me so much. “You’re important to me and I didn’t want to fuck that up.”
And younger me had thought pointing out how I felt would fuck things up.
Older me had the truth smacked in his face a few times by an insane barista, so I’d decided to grow up and hope it stopped him from chasing me out of the coffee shop for arguing with him.
“We’re not going to fuck anything up.” Letting out a sigh, Boone eased me back, tilting my head enough for him to see my face. “As long as we’re finally honest about what we want.”
Each other.
And he proved me right by leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.
It was barely a kiss but he looked pleased as fuck as he pulled away and straightened. “And what I want right now is to rub soap all over your body.”
Three cheers for honesty.
Chapter 7
Boone
And poof he was brain-dead again.
Wynn had been so functional as we’d gone to the bathroom after his spanking, I’d thought he was going to stay that way.
He hadn’t.
I probably should’ve expected it, but something about being washed turned his brain completely off. He made it through ogling me getting naked and stepping in the shower with him, but once I had him facing the wall with his hands braced against it, his brain just stopped.
Maybe it’d been telling him that I had a fantasy about being a corrupt cop?
Possibly.
But his moans and sighs as I worked my way down his back, cleaning him and massaging his muscles said being brain-dead was a good thing.
“Yes, that’s my good boy.” Pushing his ass back and spreading his legs made him a very good boy. “I’m going to get you all clean.”
I was careful around his slightly tender cheeks, but when my fingers caressed up the middle of his ass, he whimpered sweetly. “That’s right. I know you like being touched here.”
It’d made him come like a rocket…and my cum-covered pants were the proof of that.
“You’re going to love it when I fuck you nice and hard, aren’t you?” I wasn’t really expecting an answer, but he made the effort to nod, so that had to be rewarded.
Giving his neck a kiss, I moaned and sank my soaped-up finger about a knuckle into him. “Good boy for letting me know what you want. I like rewarding clear communication.”
I wasn’t going to say everything had to be verbal to get rewarded, but making sure I encouraged him to find ways to show me what he wanted seemed like it would be a good idea. He stared at me in shock way too often and that wasn’t any kind of communication.
Wynn shivered and another soft whimper escaped as he clenched around me. “Like…I like…I like that.”
Oh, words too.
“I’m so proud of you for making sure I knew that.” Nibbling on his neck while I slid my finger deeper inside him had him making the sexiest whine. “I think a good reward for you might be to have my dick inside you when you get your second orgasm. What do you think?”
The way his body spasmed around me had me trying not to laugh, but his needy tone as his words stuttered out made me hard as fuck. “I…I…I like that. Good…good boy. Words…I…I get two.”
Just the effort he made was sexy as fuck.
“That’s right, but who’s in control if I fuck you?” Making a soft, thinking hum against his neck got another shiver from him. “Can you submit completely or are you going to be a brat?”
His needy whine made me think he wasn’t ready to promise to be a good sub…but it might’ve just been too erotic to give me a clear reaction.
“I might have to tie you down if you’re a brat and make it difficult for me.” Tsking quietly, I ignored the way he tightened around me as I found his prostate. “I’m trying to decide if I want to stretch you face down on the bed so I can relax on top of you as I slowly fuck you, or if I’m going to put you on your back so I can spread your legs and fuck you hard.”