Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Tell Daddy thank you again, slut. He just made your bottom so pretty. It’s pink and looks so good with marks on it.” Tate’s dirty talk was on point and sent a shiver through Joel.
“Thank…thank you…Daddy…” Focusing was hard but Joel managed to get the words out as his ass pushed up, hole winking at us. “You’re…you’re making me so pretty and…and I’m going to tingle so good, Daddy.”
To say he liked being marked would’ve been an understatement.
He wasn’t the only one who liked it either. Tate looked like he’d never seen anything sexier because he was nearly licking his lips as he reached his hand between Joel’s spread legs and flicked the head of his cock again. “Good job, slut.”
Joel didn’t seem to hear the praise. He was too busy crying out and doing his best to stay upright. Every muscle in his body seemed to clench and his breathing was so deep and fast I was worried about him, but I should’ve known better.
His head crashed to the bed as he sighed and finally caught his breath. “I didn’t come. I was such a good boy. I didn’t come.”
How that was even an issue I couldn’t understand, but I knew for him that the flash of pain had nearly pushed him right over the edge.
“Good boy.” Rubbing one hand over his back, I squeezed his ass and gave him what the internet said would be a deeper, steady kind of pain. “That’s right. You didn’t come.”
Tate was almost laughing, so I took the lead on the praise until he could get his wicked delight under control. “You kept your bottom up and it’s so pretty. And your cutie is so hard too. You did so good.”
Finally moaning and getting control of himself, Tate gave Joel’s other cheek a squeeze and reached under him to rub his cock. “I’m so proud of you, slut. You didn’t come even though I bet that felt so good.”
They were both insane because Joel gave an almost drunk nod. “It was. I was amazing.”
Tate seemed to agree and his reward was to give Joel’s balls a tug. It was much gentler than when he’d done it at the adult store but it lit Joel up again. His head came up off the bed and his body arched up with his ass pushing high in the air as he cried out.
Before the pleasure could’ve faded, he was shaking and mumbling to himself as his legs wobbled. “I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy. I won’t come. I won’t come.”
I couldn’t decide if Joel was processing what he was saying or not, but his voice had a desperate quality to it and I could see his cock jerking as jolts of pleasure fired through him. All I could do was continue to run my hands over him because I was pretty sure all it would take was one more spank before his desire to be good wouldn’t matter at all.
His dick was not on the same page with the whole behaving and waiting to come plan.
Tate must’ve agreed with that because he leaned close and kissed Joel’s pink ass. “Tomorrow I’m going to stretch you out on the bed with one of your cages wrapped around your cutie and then I’m going to have fun seeing how many times I can make you come.”
That sounded…stressful?
Maybe?
Yes, at the very least that sounded stressful.
“Oh, Master…” Joel’s views on the sexy threat were very clear based on how he’d moaned out Tate’s title. “You’re so good to your naughty sub.”
Tate responded by kissing Joel’s bottom again, starting sweet before nibbling on the tender skin. It got a breathy moan from Joel that made Tate smile. “That’s right. I’m going to give you wonderful pain, and then when you’re exhausted and can’t orgasm any longer, your Daddy is going to give you kisses and cuddles and take good care of you.”
Yes, that was definitely my job in that scene…no matter how erotic and stressful the rest of it sounded.
I was not designed to be the one to hurt him to please him but I could be the support Dom for it and give lots of cuddles once Joel was happily exhausted.
As our hands moved over Joel, Tate kissed and nibbled along the underside of Joel’s ass, inching closer to where I knew Joel wanted his Master to explore. The will he, won’t he questions running through his mind left Joel breathless and clenching his hole. “I…I like kisses and…and I like kisses. Yes. That’s…you need to know that.”
It seemed like his Master had scrambled Joel’s brains because nothing else he rambled made sense as Tate finally closed the final inch and licked our boy’s nearly sparkling clean bottom. I knew that because that was what he’d said as he’d sung to himself in the bathroom.