Our Boy (Our Love #2) Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Our Love Series by M.A. Innes
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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Kind of.

“I…I was just thinking about what was going to happen.” Overthinking was more like it, but that didn’t sound like it would be a sexy confession. “I didn’t touch myself, though.”

I could feel my face heating up, but the bad kind of nervousness was quickly fading into the good kind.

“Are you sure?” His voice deepened and something about the have you been naughty tone had me squirming. “I think I’m going to have to check you out and see if you’ve been a naughty boy. I distinctly heard your Daddy tell you not to come while you were getting ready to come over.”

God, he’d heard that.

Bishop had been exhaustive in his instructions…embarrassingly so, but I hadn’t realized the orders might’ve come from Cohen too.

God, had he been the one to tell Daddy to remind me to be thorough when I got a shower?

Cohen’s sexy voice went low as he chuckled, almost caressing me and sending another shiver through me. “I think I know where your mind has gone, naughty boy. I think you had too much fun when you took your shower earlier.”

Not too much fun…I hadn’t disobeyed the exact orders…I’d just stretched the spirit of them.

Before I could whine that I’d been good, because I certainly wasn’t going to explain exactly why I was counting my behavior as following the rules, he made another low, sexy sound. “Do you need help remembering to be a good boy?”

Help?

Oh, help.

Sucking in a breath, I closed my eyes and just focused on the sound of his breathing and the desire I’d heard in his voice. “Will you help me be a good boy? I don’t want to be naughty for Daddy.”

Yes.

I knew this game.

Cohen was going to help me remember to be good for Daddy.

Daddy was going to help him show me how to be good.

Daddy was going to watch.

Just remembering the desire dripping from Bishop’s voice as he’d told me that he wanted to watch Cohen flog me had my knees going weak and my dick getting even harder.

“Yes, cutie. I’m going to help your Daddy show you how to be a good boy.” The promise in his voice had a whimper escaping, which just seemed to turn him on even more too. “If you’re a very good boy when we’re helping you, you might get a reward.”

Rewards.

Helping me.

God, maybe I had needed the reminder not to touch myself? For some reason, my hands ended up in my lap and I had to put them back on the steering wheel as I balanced the phone against my shoulder.

When had I let go of the phone?

Fuck it all.

I wanted this.

I wanted this more than I wanted to let the embarrassment win.

They weren’t going to make fun of me for what I wanted. Hell, they’d even been negotiating about when they’d put me in my diapers. Flogging was not going to be top on their Reasons Ian is Weird list.

“Thank you, Sir.” Taking a breath, I finally let out a whine. “Will you come get me?”

For some reason getting out of the car seemed fucking huge.

“Yes, cutie. As long as you stop cursing in your head.”

Uncle Cohen was psychic.

Nope.

Sir.

Not Uncle Cohen.

I was going to stay big and get flogged and get to come.

Hopefully.

“No more cursing, Sir.” As he chuckled, I felt my face heating up again. “Don’t tell Daddy?”

He made a low thinking sound that was pure theatrics, but I found myself holding my breath anyway. “I won’t tell your Daddy if you let me tie you up tonight.”

My breath came rushing out.

He’d been going to tie me up anyway.

Daddy already said so because he didn’t think I could be still and submissive without it.

He was probably right.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be a good boy.” For some reason, I was almost light-headed as the front door opened and I saw Cohen framed in the glow. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, cutie.” Cohen’s voice was soft but there was an edge of domination to it that had my heart beating faster again. “Tell me what color you are.”

I didn’t even have to think about it.

“Green.” I knew what I wanted…I just wasn’t sure I knew what to do now that I was getting what I wanted. “Just a nervous, yucky color green.”

We needed more expressive colors.

Cohen chuckled then smiled. “Hang up the phone, cutie. I’m coming.”

“Yes, Sir.” Following his order, I disconnected the call and focused on breathing. I was aiming for relaxed enough that he wouldn’t worry, but I wasn’t sure that was a reasonable goal.

I managed to get closer by the time he got to the car, though.

“Hello, Sir.” My voice hadn’t cracked or sounded weird as he opened the door, so I was pretty proud of myself. “Thank you for coming to get me. I seem to be…stuck?”

That was as good a word as any since I wasn’t sure why getting out of the car was so hard.


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