Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Reaching over to the line of toys on the floor, I grabbed his ball. Giving his ass one last smack, because it was too hot not to, I tossed the ball across the room. “Go get it, Pup. Bring me the ball.”
Adrian struggled to get his legs to work, but as he crawled off my lap, I reached out to jostle the tail. It must have rubbed against his prostate perfectly because he clenched down on the tail and whimpered.
“Go faster, Pup. I want to see that tail wag.” His tail continued to swing back and forth, and the sounds that spilled out of him made my cock even harder. “That’s right,” I cooed. “That’s my good boy.”
Adrian scrambled across the room, tail wagging and cock swinging, doing his best to please me. I made sure to moan, to make sure he knew how much I appreciated every second of it, and I peered at him through half-lidded eyes. Time blurred between one “good boy” and the next, one toss of the ball and the next, one deliberate touch of that tail and the next. But it was good, so very good.
“My beautiful pup,” I whispered when he came back to me, finally unable to keep myself from reaching out any longer. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close, kissing him hard, deep, urgent. “I want to suck your cock,” I told him, my voice still a low purr, “while that tail brushes every part of you that feels good. I want to taste you, Pup.”
Pup. Adri. Adrian. They were starting to become one and the same, but not in a bad way. They were just parts of my brother, and they were all parts I wanted to explore.
Chapter 19 Adrian
He was trying to punish me again. That was the only explanation. He was getting my brain so fried that I couldn’t actually process what he was saying.
He wanted to taste me. That somehow seemed more intimate, more loving, and I couldn’t comprehend it. Master must have understood I was running on nothing but instinct and need. He gave me a teasing grin and reached back to brush his fingers over my tail, sending waves of pleasure dancing through me. Every time we explored this part of our relationship, it just got better. At this rate, I wasn’t going to survive it.
“Up on the bed. I’m going to stretch you out and play with my pup.” His voice was rough and thick with desire. Then just to make it more difficult to follow his order, he kissed me, still making my tail shift so the plug rubbed against my prostate.
Sparks… Fire…
Insanity.
“Are you being a naughty boy? Does my pup not want to get his cock sucked?” Master chuckled when all I could do was shake my head and try to find my legs. It didn’t work. They were gone.
I finally stopped trying to stand and just crawled over to the bed. I could feel Owen’s eyes following me with every swing of my cock and tail. It didn’t make functioning any easier.
A low moan escaped my lips when I climbed up on the bed, the plug jostling enough to make it hard to breathe. He walked behind me, only pausing to reach down and grab the lube, all sleek grace and drawing my eyes to the tattoos inked into his skin. I wanted to touch them, to touch him, but he was somewhere between Owen and Master, and I knew what he wanted.
I should’ve felt guilty for reveling in the attention like I did, for not reciprocating, but I could see in his eyes that he didn’t care. He cared about me, about my pleasure and my needs, and it only made this hotter. Better.
He got right into the bed without hesitation and moved over me, rolling me to my back and stretching out above me. I gasped out a startled sound as the plug moved again, but Owen wasn’t worried. He almost leered, but I could still see the love that radiated from him. “That’s better.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted… needed. He leaned close and started kissing his way along my jaw and down my neck, drawing out moans and sharper sounds when he used his teeth to just nip my skin. It didn’t hurt, but the sensation crashed through me like the spanking had.
The spanking. Everything he did and everything we tried was somehow better than I’d ever dreamed. Not that I’d dreamed about being spanked — at least, not until everything had changed. Now there were all kinds of crazy things running through my head, and I couldn’t wait to see how much hotter they were going to be. Porn didn’t hold a candle to Owen.