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)
Trailing my fingers down his neck, I circled the base right above his chest. “You’d look very good with a collar and leash, pet. I think I’m going to have to do some shopping for my pretty slut.”
Blushing, he took a breath and looked like he was trying to steady himself. “I…I want to look good for you, Master.”
Good, huh?
“You always look good, pet.” Kissing him softly, I didn’t want there to be any question about that. “You’re sexy and you radiate a sweetness that makes me want to do wicked things to you. But I’m going to have fun playing dress-up with my slut.”
Caressing his neck, I didn’t bother trying to hide how much fun I was going to have. “I bet knowing everyone at the club was watching you would keep you hard no matter what I dressed you up in.”
Shame and desire and the realization of just how right I was flashed over his face as he made a low whine that had me smiling even wider. “See, I knew you’d agree with me, pet.”
Giving him another peck because he seemed to love the tenderness mixed in with the eroticism, I shifted back to the scene at hand. “But that can wait, pet. For now, you’re going to get down on your hands and knees to crawl over to the couch for me.”
When he blinked and his brain seemed to be resetting, I kept his gaze on mine. “Tell me what you’re going to do when I step away.”
Having to respond had his brain coming back online. He gave another cute blink and started slowly nodding like he was having another discussion in his head that I hadn’t heard. “Yes, I’m going to get down on my hands and knees and crawl to your couch, Master.”
“Good boy, pet.” Stroking his cheek, I kept our gazes locked. “And tell me your safeword.”
That had him standing straighter and seemed to engage his brain even more. “Red stops everything, Master. Yellow slows things down.”
“That’s right.” Giving him another kiss, I trailed my fingers around his ear and let him relax into me again. “You’re going to be so good for me, slut. I can’t wait to see how sexy you look crawling for me and how hard you’re going to come when you hump my leg.”
Yes, his eyes lost the focus he’d fought for and I could almost see him sliding back into his submission. Seeing the shift between the real world and subspace made me more confident that he wouldn’t get too lost in the moment.
“Kneel for me, pet.” Stepping back slowly, I watched him closely as he found his center and finally looked steady again.
As he slowly sank down against the door, he stared up at me, blushing and looking like he was aching for praise. When he was on all fours, I crouched down in front of him and kissed his nose, treating him almost like a pup. “Yes, I knew you’d look beautiful like this, pet. I can’t wait to see how sexy you look naked and kneeling for me.”
Trailing my fingers over his head and down his back, I nodded slowly and made sure he could see the desire on my face. “Maybe with a cock cage or pretty plug to help you remember how naked you are for me.”
Both of those things were very clearly on his green list, so I wasn’t surprised when he shivered and pressed his face against my shoulder. “Oh, did that idea make my slut feel naughty?”
Sliding my hand under him, I gave his erection a good jostle as I felt him up. It hit the right note, making him moan as his cock jerked in my hand. Giving it a nice squeeze, I chuckled. “Yes, you liked that idea. I won’t forget how much you like being dressed up for an audience.”
The whole thing seemed to push his buttons just right. The low, needy sounds he made as I felt him up like he was on a dirty auction block said he wouldn’t last long racing for his first orgasm.
I wasn’t worried, though.
We had all night.
Pushing aside that thrill for the moment, I kissed him again before slowly rising. Nothing in his body language or sounds felt off so I stepped back and nodded toward the couch. “Follow, pet.”
It was just degrading enough that he whined and his hips rocked, looking like he was trying to get friction against his hard-on. “Remember, you’re not supposed to hump without permission or touch your penis without my say-so.”
That had his cheeks getting even redder as he started to follow me into the living room of my small apartment. “Yes, Master. I’ll do my best.”
Shaking my head as I led him slowly over to the couch to drag out his sexy crawling, I gave him a stern glare. “This is not about doing your best. That’s the rule and you know it, slut.”