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 was back to alternating between blushing and wanting to melt as he stared up at me. “I…”
Before he could figure out what to say, I scraped my nail down his neck just teasing at a hint of pain. He shivered and made the sweetest mewling sound as the sensation swept through him. “You were humping against me even when your penis was getting soft and it had to be sensitive. I’m starting to see why you listed out mild pain on your limits sheet, pet.”
He’d actually put cock and ball teasing in parentheses next to the line about actual CBT.
Finley looked up at me like I was the greatest thing he’d ever seen. “You don’t think that’s stupid?”
Good grief.
Who’d told him that?
“No, pet.” Doing my best not to let him see the frustration that fired through me, I kept my tone light. “You seemed to like the pleasure from teasing it when it’s so sensitive but you don’t actually want to be hurt. I bet you’d squirm and whimper so sweetly if I kept playing with it just after you came and focused soft touches on the head of it.”
Wide eyes looked up at me as he stared at me in awe. “Oh, Master, that would be terrible. Thank you.”
He was delightful.
“You’re welcome, pet.” Leaning over again, I kissed his head as he smiled bashfully at me. “If you’re very good for me, I might even strap you down to my bed while I do it so you could fight against the restraints and be completely helpless while I enjoyed playing with your softening penis.”
His quiet whimper sent desire firing through me and I had to remind myself that our night was nowhere near done. “Thank you, Master. You’re always very thoughtful.”
God. He was…
“You’re welcome, pet.” Stroking his cheek as he rested against me, I saw the moment his mind started to clear as the pleasure faded. “Now you have a hard decision to make. Would my pet like ice cream in a bowl on the floor or would you like for us to watch a movie while we see how long it takes to get you hard again?”
And the submission was back.
“Master…” It wasn’t much to go on wordwise, but the way he was looking at me spoke volumes.
Which I promptly pretended to ignore.
“I know, it’s two very good options.” Shrugging, I refused to acknowledge his suspicious frown as he tried to figure out what the catch was. “I even got vanilla because a sweet slut admitted it was his favorite.”
And had then promptly apologized in the next text because some moron had told him that was a stupid favorite.
Not-vanilla people were not supposed to like vanilla flavoring for some dumb reason.
His tender expression filled his face again as he gave me a loving smile. “Really, Master?”
“I picked it out just for you.” And I’d thought of a thousand ways he could eat it that would keep him perfectly humiliated.
That thought was probably clear on my face based on the way he blushed. “You’re wonderfully devious, Master. Thank you for thinking of me.”
He was the cutest thing ever.
“You’re welcome, pet.” Focusing my touch on the spot just below his ear that always seemed to send waves of pleasure through him, I smiled down at my boy. “You’re wonderfully naughty. Thank you for submitting to me.”
Because this was definitely the best first date I’d ever had.
Chapter 11
Finley
“Let’s check you again, pet.” Master’s excited expression had my knees going weak. “I think we’re getting close.”
I’d thought that humping his leg would be the humiliation highlight of the night, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. His pants checks definitely topped it. Something about having to stand up every ten minutes during the movie and have him study the front of my clothes had me going lightheaded with shameful desire.
Obeying, I stood as he paused the movie, turning around and remembering to put my hands behind my back without being told this time. I was having a problem keeping my hands off my slightly sticky cock and Master kept having to remind me not to touch myself.
As his hands smoothed over the front of my tented pants, he studied me carefully, pointing out the sprinkle of wet dots that were right around the head of my dick. “That’s not very noticeable, pet.”
He gave me a beaming smile as he kept up his distracting touch. “I think with the right underwear, and making sure these babies aren’t too full,” I changed my mind, Master Jared cupping my balls and jiggling them a bit was the most wonderfully humiliating moment of the night. “We could probably get two orgasms out of you before it looks like you’ve wet yourself. This isn’t too noticeable.”
Who knew science could be so erotic?
“But I’m not sure we’re done yet. Let’s see about a third time.” The way he looked around like he was trying to figure out the plan was probably fake, but something about the distracted way he studied the room made my dick jump. “There’s probably not much cum left in you, pet, but we need to be thorough. What do you think?”