Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Aiming for a noise that was a mix of disappointment and slut shaming, I shook my head as another whimper escaped him. “You’re making me want to do very bad things to you. Such a terrible influence.”
That got another shiver from him and his hand gripped my shirt so tight I was worried he’d accidentally strangle me. “I’m sorry, Master. I can’t help it.”
What he wanted and just the game in general was perfectly clear, so there was nothing holding me back as I sighed and pushed the scene forward. “You’ll have to take the consequences then.”
Fuck.
Condoms.
I was pretty sure neither of us had any because it’d been that long since either of us had thought about sex with someone else.
Okay, I could work the questions in.
As I shallowly fucked him with my finger and nibbled on his shoulder, I reworked the dialogue in the scene in my head. When it felt reasonable, I gave his shoulder a kiss but kept teasing his hole. “But I’ll be nice and let you choose. Are you going to pay the consequences with your mouth or your ass?”
He jolted, probably at the blunt phrasing, but I could feel the point where the fantasy hit reality and he realized the problem.
His groan that time was frustration, not embarrassment, but then he went still.
“My ass, Master.” Whatever he was thinking kept his normal shyness at bay, and while I appreciated it, I needed to make sure we were all on the same page.
“Are you trying to please your Master because you know how much I want to mark you, or is that what my needy boy wants?” We were probably right at the edge of what his brain could take, but he needed to know that I was good and I knew he was too.
But waiting for a moan or a complaint or for him to just have a heart attack might end up giving me one.
Chapter 19
Ender
Ugh.
I hated conversations that couldn’t be avoided.
Why hadn’t I texted him about condom stuff before? I knew he wouldn’t push things like that too fast and that if I wanted his dick in my ass I’d have to push it.
That’d been keeping me up at night too.
God, I needed a nap and an earlier bedtime.
“I…I want to be marked.” And it’d been long enough since either of us had done something involving a real person in a naked situation that I wasn’t worried about diseases.
But that wouldn’t be enough for Leif unless he remembered that doctor’s appointment I had about six months ago.
Fuck.
“Close your eyes.” The firm order had me obeying before I could start to worry about what he was going to do.
Oh, my blanket.
As he pushed it off us, he moved around and I couldn’t even begin to guess what he was doing. I heard fabric rubbing against something and his arms shifted me around. But he didn’t make me sit up and his last order was still letting me hide against him, so I couldn’t complain too much.
“I love you like this.” His mumbled praise might’ve just been random thoughts escaping but it sent a shiver of pleasure through me and my dick made another valiant effort to get hard.
A whine escaped before I could catch it, making him chuckle, but he didn’t let that distract him. “Almost ready, pet.”
That didn’t help my patience or my cock, but it did keep building the anticipation.
“There we go.” The pleased-with-himself tone in his voice did wonderful things to me too but I couldn’t have explained why. “Kneel for me, and if you’re very careful, I’ll let you keep your eyes closed.”
Yes!
“I’ll be very careful.” Because I was naked and we were going to have to talk about stuff.
His chuckle said he knew that was a promise I was planning on keeping. “I thought so.”
To make sure I did my best, I eased sideways and let my feet barely touch the floor. A pillow. Okay. Yes, he’d planned out what he wanted. “Very careful, Sir.”
Focusing everything on making sure I was steady and knew where the pillow was, I didn’t have enough stray thoughts to worry until my knees were on the pillow and I could feel his legs bracketing me on either side. “I did it, Sir.”
That was the point where I remembered why he’d wanted me to kneel, but his hands caressing over my chest and up my neck was a wonderful distraction. “You did very well.”
The praise in his voice sent sparks through me and made me almost miss the feel of fabric tickling my ear. “What—”
I stopped the question as soon as I realized he’d blindfolded me. “Oh.”
“Yes. That’s much better.” Leif didn’t need my agreement but he had it anyway. “Now, hands behind your back. I’m going to plan out your consequences.”
I didn’t have enough working brain cells to have been able to repeat the previous conversation, but I nodded and obeyed because I didn’t want there to be any doubt about my consent.