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)
My sweet boy was smart, though.
As I picked up his leash again and made sure his hard cock was straining the front of the silky decoration just right, he was nearly bouncing like a kid at Christmas. “Let’s go check the lounge, Master. He’s probably waiting for us there.”
With a drink.
His whispered words were just a bit louder than he realized, but the way he was greedily rubbing his hands together like a billionaire ready to dive into a pile of money said he knew what was coming.
Conner.
And alcohol.
I managed not to laugh as we walked toward the lounge and he shifted into what he probably thought of as his good-boy mode. Hands at his side, his head was tilted down, and he looked wonderfully innocent as his eyes frantically searched for Conner.
When Finley found the giggling sub already cuddled up on his Master’s lap in the corner of the room and probably three sheets to the wind, he sucked in a breath and melted. “Oh, Master, you got him drunk for me.”
Finley could see the romance in anything.
Kissing his cheek, I nodded and did my best to look like a firm Dom instead of a giggling nut who was just excited over pleasing his boyfriend. “I did. You’ve been very good lately.”
And Conner owed Finley after scaring him.
Even Ben had understood that.
As I led my boy over, I gave the leash just enough of a tug to have him moaning and his cock bouncing. “Does my pretty slut want to sit on my lap or kneel at my feet?”
The options were both tempting, but Finley eventually leaned his head against my shoulder as we got closer. “On your lap, Master. That will give me the best view.”
Yep, he wasn’t excited at all.
“I think that’s a very good plan, pet.” Keeping a tight hold on the leash kept him in that dreamy headspace where he slid between innocent and erotic. Between that and just the anticipation of knowing he was going to get to see Conner dance, Finley didn’t notice anything else in the room…including the sexy stares he was getting.
It took a lot for Finley to forget how much he liked being watched, so I knew how excited he was…and it only got stronger the closer we got to the excitable troublemaker. Nearly shaking with anticipation, Finley pressed against me and sighed. “Thank you, Master.”
Kissing his head, I just gave the leash another tug that had him sighing sweetly again. When we finally approached them, Ben waved to a chair that had obviously been saved for us because nearly every other space around them was mysteriously taken for some reason.
Everyone was pretending to be highly involved in their own conversations, but the anticipation in the room was palpable. They knew what the fruity drink meant, and Ben’s cheeky grin said he was enjoying it too.
“Join us. We’ve been waiting for you.” Ben chuckled at Finley's sigh as he curled up on my lap. “It looks like Conner isn’t the only one excited to come to the club tonight.”
Finley shivered again as he wrapped himself around me, and his breathy response made me even harder. “I like coming to the club, Master Ben.”
Conner seemed to take that as permission to start playing because his body undulated on Ben’s lap and he gave Finley a wicked grin. “We like having you come because you’re so cute, Finley.”
I couldn’t tell if he meant that as dirty as it’d sounded, but Finley certainly took it that way. His voice dropped and he whispered to me excitedly. “He likes having me come, Master.”
The night was just getting more and more interesting.
Giving him a hug and tugging on his leash, I kissed his neck, making him giggle and squirm. “Because you’re so sexy when you come, pet.”
I wasn’t exactly sure where the conversation was going, but playing along made Finley even harder somehow, and Conner grinned and nodded looking sexy and almost predatory. It wasn’t unexpected given the oversized bright pink drink on the table in front of him that was mostly empty, but it was the pleased expression Ben was wearing that was the most interesting.
He was either happy that Conner was enjoying himself or he was actually excited to see Finley’s response, but either way, I wasn’t worried.
Finley was mine and they knew it…and the leash and collar made sure everyone else knew it too.
But my boy was so cute I’d share occasionally…like when I figured out the scene I wanted to do in the doctor’s office room. That would have to wait for the moment, though, because we had another scene in mind tonight.
I just wasn’t sure how they wanted the evening to start and had planned on leaving that part in Ben’s hands, but Finley’s curiosity wouldn’t be held back. Leaning forward just enough to be able to rub his ass over my erection, he gave Conner an innocent smile. “Did you like your drink?”