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)
It’d have been easier to answer that if I hadn’t been caressing up his surprisingly smooth chest. I realized well before I’d exposed his sexy nipples that my boy was entirely too smooth for it to be his natural look.
He’d waxed himself to be shown off to perfection.
“Soft and pretty, and oh look what I found.” Tugging on the little peaks that stood out from his chest, I gave them a few rough pulls before releasing them and slowly trailing my hands over him as I circled my boy, making sure not to block the view too much. “They stand out so prettily, it’s like they’re begging for clamps or jewelry.”
The tips of his nipples stood out just enough to be tempting, and they were the perfect little handles for me to tug and play with. I knew how much fun we were both going to have with them as he moaned and his head fell back as I pinched the sexy tips.
His shirt was tucked up under his chin, framing his chest and putting him beautifully on display. Even though he wasn’t naked, I could see the smooth skin peeking out under his arms. Yep, waxed and smooth.
Such a pretty slut.
But he was a pretty little slut that was shaking again.
Hmm, too much nipple play possibly.
But it was a learning experience and it was good information for our come-in-his-pants scene. I had a feeling it wouldn’t take much attention to his sensitive nubs to get an easy orgasm out of him and I tucked away that knowledge for the future.
“Such a good boy.” Easing up, I went back to caressing his chest, making sure he knew I was studying every inch that I’d bared as I showed off my boy. “And such a pretty one too.”
Pretty, not handsome.
The word was just feminizing enough that I knew it was sparking wonderfully dirty fantasies in his fascinating mind. Would I dress him up? What did I mean by pretty? What happened to pretty subs? The questions seemed to be right under the surface, but before he could sidetrack me, I trailed my fingers down his chest and flicked at the button on his pants.
Sucking in a breath, his eyes got wider as his gaze darted back and forth between my hands and the window. I gave him a moment to safeword or even ask me what I was going to do before releasing it and slowly inching down the zipper.
Moving just behind him, I kissed his shoulder as I continued to unwrap my present. “Don’t forget, I’m not too disappointed that your cock isn’t tiny.”
I worried for a split second that it’d been a step too far, but then he shivered and gasped as his cock just about jumped out of his pants.
Yep, not too far.
“I’m sorry, Master.” Simply apologizing for not having a tiny dick pushed him right up to the edge. I’d seen him come close already several times as he’d humped my leg, so the foggy expression and the tension in his body were familiar at this point.
“That’s okay, pet.” Stroking the hard length, I palmed his cock and just teased the head with my thumb. As I caressed over his slit, I kissed his neck again. “I’ll find you a nice cage to make it look cute, and I bet if I keep you soft all the time, it will look even smaller.”
That had his dick throbbing and his breathing turned ragged as his orgasm inched closer.
I kept up the soft caress to the head of his cock, just focusing on the most sensitive parts as I teased his imagination and his body, stroking his back and down over his tempting ass. “I’m going to look for a sparkly cock ring to match your pretty dick and that will keep it nice and small. A pretty pink jock would make sure everyone knew how small it was.”
As he shivered, inching closer to the edge, I went back to slowly caressing along his shaft. His cock was beautifully proportioned with a flared head that was well defined and a thick shaft that was a nice handful. The too-gentle caresses were making him just as crazy as the talk about making him small and soft was, and I knew his hard cock wouldn’t be hard much longer.
Feeling how close he was, I cupped my hand over his cock as I went back to kissing his ear and squeezing his ass. “I wonder if you could come just by humping your soft cock against my leg? Do you think it needs to be hard for you to come?”
The innocently asked question had a jolt of pleasure going through him. As he sucked in a breath, shaking and barely holding on, I kissed right under his ear and slid my hand down the back of his pants to knead his ass. “Rut against me, slut. Let me see what it would look like for you to hump your pretty clit against your Master.”