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)
How did anyone have a conversation with the man that actually made sense?
Master Jared’s lips turned up in a smirk and his eyes sparkled but he didn’t laugh. “I bet if I asked his Dom nicely, I could get a drink for the cheeky sub. Would you like him to dance for you?”
Oh…Master Jared had the nicest ideas.
“I…I would, Master Jared.” I’d only talked to Conner when he was sober. “That would be…I would…I would be a very good boy, Sir.”
Stepping closer, Master Jared gave me a serious nod and studied every breath I took. “I bet it would just take a few well-timed caresses while you watched him to make you come.”
Some Doms were psychic. I knew other subs who’d found Doms like that, but clearly, Master Jared was one too. “Probably, Sir. I…I’m sorry?”
I wasn’t sure what the right response was, but since I was talking about someone else turning me on, I was pretty sure an apology would be a good place to start.
He didn’t seem to think so.
Chuckling, he shook his head and stepped closer. He was right at the point where I could’ve reached out and touched him, and I wanted to either step closer and rub myself on him like a cat or step back and breathe to figure out where my common sense had wandered off to.
“You wouldn’t come unless I let you, naughty boy. But don’t worry, as long as you didn’t hide how turned on you were, I’d let you come eventually, pet.” Master Jared said it so nicely I couldn’t decide if it was a threat or a promise.
He was amazing.
“I…I won’t hide, Master Jared.” That was an easy promise to make because when I was at the club, I was terrible at hiding what I was thinking or feeling.
I did much better when I was at work.
Work Finley was professional and fabulous at his job…and it was exhausting. Once I got to the club, I was tired of ignoring everything else I wanted and I yearned for a Dom to take over for a little while. I knew there should be more balance in my life, but I hadn’t figured that out yet.
“You won’t hide anything from me, boy.” The confidence in his tone was incredibly sexy, no yelling, no growling. He just knew I would be good for him. “My only decision is about how I’m going to make you orgasm. I’m leaning toward making you come in your pants, Finley. You’d have to walk around with everyone knowing what a dirty boy you were.”
Oh…he’d…
My brain seemed to skip several seconds of reality because he was suddenly closer and his finger was trailing down my cheek. “What do you have to say about that, Finley?”
“I like the way you say my name, Master Jared.” Hmm, his grin pointed out that hadn’t answered what he’d been asking. It took my brain a second to connect the dots and then just thinking about it had the world tilting funny again. “No one ever said that to me before, Sir. It’s… I’ve never seen a Dom do that either.”
The way he was softly touching me had brain cells scattering in a thousand different directions. I did my best to hold on to a few and keep them focused just on Master. He was the most important thing in the world at that moment and he deserved all the brain cells I could find.
“I’m wondering how many times I would have to make you come before it looked like you wet your pants.” He shook his head like that would be naughty, but there was a spark of wickedness in them that said he was very curious.
“I…” Was I supposed to know that? “I don’t know, Master.”
I should know.
A good boy would know.
“We might have to figure that out then.” He gave me a thoughtful look like he was planning out the next steps in his wonderful torment. “You have two options, Finley. We can figure it out here tonight or you can meet me for dinner next week and we’ll figure it out with more privacy.”
Oh.
I probably looked like an idiot, but it took a few seconds to get my brain and my mouth to work together. For entirely too long, every time I opened my mouth my brain would turn off, but I finally did it. “You’d…you’d want to do that with me?”
Shoot.
That wasn’t enough words in the right order.
“I mean, you’d want to meet me again…for dinner…and…and stuff?” God, I knew that wasn’t any better but it was so unexpected.
“Yes, Finley.” Master Jared’s finger trailed over my lips and it took every ounce of self-control I could gather up to keep still and to stop myself from licking him. “Which stuff would my naughty boy prefer?”
Wow.
Conner was magic.
“In private, Master?” The way my mouth moved as I spoke had my lips rubbing against his finger and it sent another shiver through me. “I…it sounds kind of…scary?”