Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Trapping him against the doorframe, I softly kissed his lips, loving the tenderness in his eyes. “Of course, pet. You’ve been such a good slut. You even humped my leg over and over and managed not to leave cum in your pants. That deserves a reward.”
Kissing along his jaw, I nibbled on his ear as he whined and shook. “The next time were at the club, if you’re very good, I’ll have even more fun rewarding you.”
The vague promise had his knees going weak, but thankfully, he didn’t ask what I would do. I had no idea because I needed his limits list and a few good conversations before I could tailor a scene specifically for him. He didn’t seem to realize that, though.
“Oh…Master…” He blinked at me with a befuddled expression as I finally pulled back. When he just let the words fade without saying anything else, I smiled and took his hand again.
“Come, pet.” I had a few ideas about what we could do depending on what was in the room, but I sent out a prayer to whatever dirty gods were listening that there would be reasonable, easy-to-use options.
Thank fuck.
Conner was amazing.
“Walk to the middle of the room and raise your arms.” The restraints hanging from the ceiling would make Finley feel wicked and he’d look incredible. If we’d been aiming for a longer scene, I would’ve done something different, but my only goal at this point was to get his pants off before he exploded without an audience.
“Good boy.” As he obeyed, shaking with desire and excitement, he tried to subtly study the mirror. I came up behind him, blowing on his neck as I leaned forward to rest my head on his shoulder. “I bet you’ve got a nice crowd getting ready to watch you, pet.”
He gave up trying to hide what he was doing and looked at the one-way mirror head-on as he whimpered. “Master…I…”
Stroking up his arms, I massaged the surprisingly tight muscles under his T-shirt and kissed along his neck as I positioned him in place. “I bet they’re wondering what I’m going to do to you and they’re imagining what your body looks like and how loud you’ll be when you scream out your orgasm for me.”
His entire body tensed as he imagined the scene playing out and I knew my estimate of his ability to hold off his orgasm had been right. This would not be a long scene, but it would be a beautifully memorable one.
Finley was probably trying to guess what I was going to do as well, but thinking about the people watching him was definitely a bit higher up his fantasy list based on how he was watching the window. His mouth opened like he’d thought of something to say or ask, but right as the words started to form, he realized he was restrained and the words flickered away.
Along with his last brain cells because he looked up startled and even more aroused. “Oh, Master…”
Somehow restraining him and putting him on display seemed to make me the most romantic Dom he’d ever met.
I loved it.
“Such a sweet slut.” Stroking my hands along the underside of his arms, I kissed his neck and focused on scrambling his brain even more. “I can’t wait to unwrap my pretty present.”
Feeling his muscles quiver as I explored his chest was one of the best feelings in the entire world. Doms didn’t strut around. They weren’t roosters. But this one was having a hard time not telling everyone watching how good he’d made his sub feel.
But I was a good Dom and that meant I was calm and focused on my sub and his needs.
And right now, he needed my attention and to keep building the fantasy that he was imagining.
“This tight little body was made to be shown off, slut.” Teasing over his nipples, a rush of excitement flooded through me as he whimpered and whined for more. As I gave each one a rough tug, I made a tsking sound. “I can’t even get a good hold on them with all this fabric in the way.”
His embarrassed squeak gave me the impression he couldn’t decide if he was supposed to apologize or just moan as I rolled his sensitive nubs between my fingers. Before he could figure that out, I nibbled on his neck and started inching up his shirt.
“That’s okay, though. I have the chance to show off my sexy slut, and next time, I’ll make sure you’re in something tempting.” He’d love to be shown off even if the whole thing embarrassed him. “If you’re a good boy, I might even find you nipple clamps or a collar with the word slut on it. Wouldn’t it be nice to make sure everyone knew what a naughty boy you were?”