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)
Oh…wow.
Before I could figure out a reasonable response to his declaration, he stood and kissed my cheek. “The cookie tin is in the kitchen. My mother made me one before they moved to Florida.”
Huh?
Oh, the sewing kit.
“I thought only grandmas had those.” Wasn’t it some kind of initiation to getting old? I’d never met anyone under seventy that had one.
“My mom is basically a grandma. She had me when they’d about given up hope of her ever getting pregnant. But don’t tell her that I made her sound old.” Kissing my cheek, he looked down at my dick. “Keep that hard for me, pet, but remember, no touching.”
I couldn’t decide if that would be a problem or not, but by the time he walked into the small kitchen and came back out, I was still hard so I didn’t worry about it at the moment. “I won’t tell, Master.”
He chuckled, coming over and giving me a long slow kiss that made it even easier to do as he said and stay hard. “There we go. I wanted to do that as soon as you walked through the door.”
“Thank you for your restraint, Master. It would’ve made staying soft very difficult.” I was being honest, but it had desire sparking in his eyes and I could feel my face heating up again. “Just thinking about you makes me hard, Master.”
He made a low, pleased hum before cupping my cheek and taking my mouth again. As his tongue fucked me and he held me to him with just that soft caress to my face, he made my knees weak. All it took was one touch and I wanted to curl into him and never leave.
When he finally pulled away, he gave me a soft peck before looking down between us. “You’re such a good boy, pet.”
I was still working on figuring out where my brain had wandered off to as he worked my dick through the fly of the underwear I’d remembered to put on. When he’d buttoned my pants and left my dick poking through the open zipper, I realized what his plan was. He really was going to keep my erection on display for him.
Okay, staying hard wasn’t going to be as difficult as I thought it might’ve been.
Master was looking at the execution of his wonderful plan, artfully arranging my pants to make sure my dick was shown off to perfection as he smiled. “Let’s try that for the time being, pet. You look like a very pretty slut, and I’m proud of you for remembering underwear.”
I couldn’t help blushing even though I was so glad he realized I’d been good for him. “I wanted to be your good boy, Master.”
That earned me a gentle stroke along my cock and a kiss on my cheek. “I’m very glad you were thinking of how to make me happy, pet.”
His sweet words had me going slightly lightheaded—also possibly due to the lack of blood in my brain—but he didn’t seem to mind when I curled into him and rested my head on his shoulder. “I like making you happy, Master.”
And I liked it when he did wonderfully wicked things to make me happy.
Still holding on to my cock and gently playing with it, Master’s free hand wrapped around me and hugged me tight. “You make me very happy, pet.”
Brushing his lips over my cheek as he finally inched back, he kept up the distracting caress that was starting to make me whimper. “And right now, what would make me very happy is more kisses from my sweet boy and to see your hard cock sticking out all night until I’m ready to play with it. Do you think you can do that for me, pet?”
He was so sweet as he nuzzled my neck, all I could do was nod. “Yes, Master. I’ll be very good for you.”
That earned me more soft strokes to my erection and as he came to the tip again, he ran the pad of one fingertip over my slit, just teasing it. “You’re such a sweet boy, pet. I want you to remember not to play with your penis, though. If it starts to get little again, you just think about me playing with it, or you can remember how good it felt to be a pretty slut and have everyone watching you come at the club.”
He was so…helpful, yes, he was helpful.
I just hoped he wouldn’t be too helpful or I’d end up coming when I wasn’t supposed to.
Chapter 14
Jared
“No, it wasn’t bad but the decisions some people make are just ridiculous.” I couldn’t tell him exactly what had happened in the meetings today, but sometimes, working in PR was fascinating.
Public relations careers were not for the faint of heart or the easily shocked.
Finley chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not going to ask. I’ve seen enough drama on the news the past few days to know that anything giving you that grin is going to be terrible.”