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)
And as he reached over and slowly trailed his fingers up my thigh, I sent out a plea to the universe that he wasn’t going to test my control just yet.
I wasn’t sure if watching my control shatter under his touch would be the good kind of humiliating or not, but I at least wanted to make it through dinner before we tested it.
Getting kicked out before we’d had dinner wouldn’t make it the worst date I’d ever had by a long shot. But I had to be able to tell Conner we’d gone on a wonderful date before Master Jared made me come a thousand times. So that meant talking and dinner and then sexual torture.
Hopefully.
Fingers crossed…because I really wanted to be tortured.
Chapter 8
Jared
I could feel him quivering under my touch but nothing in his body language or words said it was negative. His eyes might’ve darted to the other couple trying not to watch us but the way he licked his lips as his gaze lingered on my lap said he wasn’t worried.
As I gently ran my hand up and down his thigh, careful not to get too close to his erection just yet, he swallowed. “I…I’ve followed all the rules, Sir. Even…even the hard one.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a play on words or a slip of the tongue, but I nodded and took the comment seriously. “So you haven’t jerked off, humped the bed, or even had a wet dream?”
The list had his cheeks nearly neon pink, but the way his erection was straining against his pants had me wondering what he had under the smooth black fabric.
It took him several seconds to get his mouth and brain working at the same time, but after a few not-so-subtle peeks around the room, he shook his head. “No, Sir. I…I wanted to be very good for you.”
“No touching your penis at all except for necessary things like cleaning?” Something about the direct question had his cock jumping and he seemed to clench his entire body like an orgasm was ready to fire off at any second.
“No, Sir.” The breathy tone had me sliding my hand higher up his leg as he shivered. “I…I was very good.”
Squeezing his thigh just below the head of his dick, I nodded and tried to seem pleased without looking too excited. “Because you’re looking forward to your reward later?”
He swallowed, nodding slowly as his gaze lingered on my hand. “Yes, Sir.”
“Such a good boy. You remembered the rules and your manners.” The sweet praise had his blush rising but it was the way I spread my fingers and petted over the tip of his erection that had him whimpering. “Did you still want to explore coming in your pants for me?”
It was a legit question.
I had to know if he was still up for exploring the scene we’d discussed.
What might not have been as innocent was the way I was teasing the head of his dick and deliberately bringing the fantasy to the front of his mind. The fact that our dinner neighbors were starting to glance over at us and smile also wasn’t helping his ability to focus or sit still.
“Master…they…” His cock throbbed and I had a feeling the naughty boy wasn’t wearing anything under his pants.
He was doing his best but the whole situation was right out of his fantasy spank-bank.
“Finley.” Getting his attention was easy but making sure his brain was actually working was harder. To make sure he heard what I was saying, I stopped playing with his sexy erection and made sure I kept eye contact with him. “Do you remember my promise about not getting us in any trouble?”
He blinked, taking a deep breath as he nodded and licked his lips. “Yes, Master.”
Master again, huh?
“I understand getting in trouble for doing something in public is crossing a line for you.” When he took another breath and seemed to process that thought, I continued. “I understand we haven’t known each other long enough for you to trust me completely, so I want you to know that I’ve discussed everything with Conner. He’s given his approval and is confident you’ll have fun.”
That actually earned me a long sigh which almost had me laughing. “But he’s a terrible influence, Master.”
Our dinner neighbors must’ve heard that part because giggles and coughing came from the other table. I knew they were probably trying not to smile, but Finley was my only concern at the moment.
The sound effects had him blushing as his eyes darted back and forth. “Oh, Master…”
I was back to being the most romantic man in the world in his eyes, but I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page. “Is there anything you need to tell me?”
I was imagining something like a safeword but he sighed again. “Yes, I’m starting to understand why he told me to pick this outfit, and I think I need to ask more questions next time he decides to be helpful.”