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)
So maybe we wouldn’t have to find a new Thai place?
Chapter 22
Jared
“He’s not going to try to punish you, stop worrying.” With any other sub, I’d have worried that their nervousness meant they were uncomfortable in their clothes or just being at the club in general but not with Finley.
No, my sweet boy was going to love showing off his body in his sexy clothes once he stopped obsessing over Conner’s confusing threats…promises? Whatever we were going to call it, he was making Finley crazy and owed me big time.
And I’d made sure to remind him of that several times this week already because even after he’d theoretically apologized for threatening Finley, my boy was still just a bit nuts.
Finley gave me a sweet smile that was utterly unbelievable and tried to look cheerful. “I’m not worrying, Master.”
Liar.
Pausing in the hallway that led toward the lounge, I raised one eyebrow. “Do subs who lie get orgasms?”
Sighing dramatically, Finley pouted and rocked back and forth on his toes, looking delightfully innocent even though he was nearly naked. “But, Master, it’s a little white one to make sure you wouldn’t be stressed.”
So that made it okay?
I was supposed to be taking care of him, not the other way around.
Tugging on the leash that bound him to me, I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around him, carefully letting the leather trail down his back as I held him. When he was tucked up nice and tight against me, I kissed his nose, making him roll his eyes. “Master, everyone will think I’m a little again.”
He was probably right, but I gave his nearly bare ass a spank.
The tiny silky undies that Conner had given him looked positively delicious from the back and left the bottom curve of his ass cheeks peeking out temptingly, just begging to be decorated by my hand. “You’re almost naked and wearing a leash, pet. If they can’t see that you’re my naughty slut, they’re blind.”
And the first person to ask him if he was cold would get my boot and a large portion of the uncomfortable leather pants I was wearing up their ass.
Melting into me, Finley ignored everyone around us and rested his head on my shoulder. “Thank you for putting me in a leash and collar, Master. You’re so smart. You knew how much I wanted them.”
Because he’d only pointed out a dozen different styles that he thought would be very pretty for a well-behaved slut over the past week.
I was a bit dense sometimes, but not a complete idiot.
“You look sexy in just your undies, but with the leash…oh, it makes me want to do things to you, pet.” Nibbling on his neck just above the collar, I smiled as he shivered.
Just brushing up against the soft leather of the collar had him nearly melting and I hoped he never lost that innocent excitement.
“I can’t wait until I find a more understated everyday collar for you that you’ll wear all the time for me.” As he went very still, I tried not to smile. He thought he was so subtle. “I saw a pretty collar the other day that would be perfect for a sweet boy…one who doesn’t lie to his Master when he’s nervous.”
Instead of apologizing, Finley sighed. “Does that mean I have to wait longer to get it now?”
Laughter would’ve been a terrible response, but it was so hard not to.
“Yes.” Doing my best to sound like I regretted how naughty he’d been, I made a soft thinking noise. “I think it’s something we’ll have to come back to after we’ve been Master and boy for at least a month.”
Considering that was only about a week away, his frustrated huff was slightly overly dramatic. “But I wanted to show Conner that you’re going to keep me.”
No laughing.
No laughing.
No laughing.
“How about you hint that I’ve told you I have a surprise for you if it comes up?” Kissing his cheek as he straightened and nodded, I smiled at my overly dramatic slut. “I don’t think it will, though. I have a feeling he’s going to be focused on other things tonight.”
Much naughtier things that took way less brain cells to focus on.
That had my naughty boy’s eyes widening as he leaned in eagerly. “What kind of things, Master?”
If he weren’t so delightfully obvious about how he felt about me, I’d worry about his fascination with Conner.
But, then again, everyone was fascinated by Conner…and my Finley just wanted to go home with me.
His Master.
“We’ll have to see.” Shrugging, I aimed for innocent but Finley’s excitement said he didn’t believe it at all. “Let’s go walk around some more and see where Conner is. For someone who was desperate for us to come, he hasn’t been easy to find.”
Because I wasn’t looking in the one place I knew he was…but I wasn’t going to point that out to Finley.