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)
He shook his head, giving me a look that said he didn’t believe it at all.
Because he was smart.
“I don’t think my naughty slut has the patience to be a good boy any longer.” As his hard body pressed against mine, he gave me a sweet peck on the cheek that made wonderfully humiliating emotions fire through me.
Something about the innocent kisses when he knew I was so wicked made me want to squirm against him and apologize for being so naughty.
He knew it too.
Yep, some Masters were just psychic.
“But that’s okay.” His overly cheerful smile made me feel even more dirty. “You don’t have to hide any longer, pet.”
He stroked my cheek, giving me a tender smile that had sparks of desire and embarrassment running through me. “I know how naughty you are and I’m going to let you show it.”
As he kept up the tender touch, I found myself whimpering and trying to grind myself against him again. But I was stuck and he was focused on the sweet shame. “How are you going to get to show me what a slut you are, pet? What did we decide?”
The answer was so obvious it should’ve been easy to confess, but the words seemed stuck in my throat, held back by need and relief. When I finally got them out, I knew I sounded desperate and breathy. “I’m going to hump your leg until I come in my pants, Master.”
The words made me lightheaded, something about being in his space and just having his attention all to myself made everything else from the real world start to fade.
“That’s my good boy.” His tender tone was at odds with the rough way he was holding me, but that just made it all even more perfect. “Then what will happen?”
Whimpering as the blush I couldn’t hold back swept over my face and probably my whole body, I tried to be his good boy. “Then…then you’re going to see how many times it takes for it to look like I’ve wet myself.”
His serious expression as he nodded made me feel even more ashamed even though logically I knew we’d planned it out. “That’s right. Do big boys wet their pants, though?”
God.
Shaking my head, I tried to find the brain cells to respond, but it seemed like every drop of blood in my body was in my dick. “No…no, Master.”
Sparks of desire and shame fired through me, making my knees week as he nodded. “That’s right, pet. But what kind of boy ends up with wet pants?”
Whining, I did my best to ignore the way my muscles were twitching and tried to focus just on Master Jared. “Littles…littles and sluts, Master?”
“Good boy.” His bright smile had my knees going weak. “I knew you’d guess right. Which one are you?”
The implied meaning that it was sometimes hard to tell had my cock throbbing in my pants. It was just the right mix of humiliation and teasing to make it hard to think. “I’m…I’m a slut, Master. I’m your slut.”
I was flashing between hot and cold as the words hung out there between us. The way his body was pressing against mine was the only reason I was steady, but it was the way he was radiating tenderness and ownership as he looked at me that made me feel like I could float way.
He was too perfect.
He even kissed my cheek. “That’s right, pet. You’re all mine.”
Pushing away the random fears to the back of my head, I swallowed and nearly melted as he gave me another kiss, this time a soft peck on the lips. “It’s time, pet. I want to see you crawl and hump and cry out your pleasure just for me.”
As I whined, nodding and doing my best to find my legs, he stroked my cheek again. “Just for your Master this time, pet.”
This time it would just be for him, but the wicked delight in his eyes said there would be a next time.
Chapter 10
Jared
I’d planned this moment a thousand times over the past few days, but as I saw how unsteady and distracted he was, I decided making him crawl would definitely be the safer option. The fact that it would also be embarrassing made it even better.
Pinning my thigh between his legs to keep him steady, I studied my needy slut. “I’m going to keep you dressed for the moment. But don’t worry, I’ll get you naked later. I’m very excited to unwrap my present.”
As another shiver went through him, Finley gave me a romantic look and nodded. “Yes, Master.”
I couldn’t tell if he was tracking everything or not, but I knew he had his safeword and Conner had assured me that my boy could speak up if he didn’t like something, so I didn’t let myself obsess about my decisions. That was definitely the hardest part of being a Dom and one that no one had pointed out before.