Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Either way, I’m glad he enjoyed it.” And I wasn’t going to worry about why he’d been so giggly this morning…because I was fun Uncle Cohen. I wasn’t the one making rules like no mimosas at breakfast.
Or whatever he’d gotten up to.
Bishop’s infectious grin turned wicked and he stepped closer to lean in and press a kiss to my neck. “He loved it…and he wanted to make sure I told Uncle Cohen all about it.”
The naughty pup was already pushing my buttons, so I didn’t feel bad about wrapping my arms around him and giving in to the urge to grab his ass. “Uncle, huh?”
Bishop let out a breathy moan, but the soft chuckle that followed said whatever he was thinking delighted him. Nodding as he rocked his hips and rubbed his dick against me, he let out another happy sound. “Yes, he was using it like an honorific…you know, like Master or Sir. There was something in his voice that was needy and sexy when he said it too.”
God.
“You’re just fucking with me now.” Squeezing his ass, I gave it a smack. “I’m not going to force you down on my cock in the foyer.”
His naughty giggle said that was what he’d been aiming for. “But I promised Ian that I would make it up to Uncle Cohen. He was worried about us having naughty fun without you around.”
My sweet boy.
But the naughty pup got another spank for trying to turn me on even more.
As he groaned, rubbing his dick against mine again, I massaged over the tender spot I hoped he could still feel. “Did you go over what we’d discussed again? He knows I was alright with it, right?”
I didn’t want to be left out too much, but I also didn’t want Ian to worry. I wasn’t sure if that would make him resent me or not, but I wasn’t going to take the chance.
“Yes, Sir.” Bishop made a soft pleased sound as I continued to play with his tempting ass. “We even talked about different options that might help make it up to you, though. He was so wonderful, Sir. He didn’t want me to be flogged without him there to see it, and he was very clear about that boundary. I was so proud of him.”
He’d set a boundary and hadn’t died?
“Ian must’ve really wanted to see that, pup.” So did I. “I bet he was shy when he told you that but so turned on.”
Bishop chuckled, nodding against me. “Yes, Sir. But he didn’t hesitate to tell me and I think that’s what startled him the most. So we said that for firsts like the flogger, we’d try to do that together.”
Nibbling on my neck, Bishop shivered and made a sexy sound, thoroughly enjoying whatever he was imagining. “I think that means bigger things too, Sir.”
So did I.
“Then we’ll work our way up to that and have fun doing everything together.” Having sex with my sexy men at the same time was not going to be a hardship. But jumping into three-way sex didn’t sound like a good approach either. “And we’ll spend lots of time asking our sexy boy very detailed questions about what we should do together.”
Bishop gave me a cheeky groan. “You’re so mean.”
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes and gave him another spank. “I’m Uncle Cohen. That means I can’t be mean.”
Not to Ian at least…but my teasing pup…well, that was another story.
“You won’t be mean because you’re going to want me to make it up to you and make you happy.” Something in his voice had me imagining how the sexy conversation had gone between the two aroused men. “He wanted me to go down on you, Sir.”
God, that conversation…
I’d have given anything to have been there…I was starting to think my idea of having Bishop move in hadn’t been so dramatic after all.
Squeezing the naughty pup’s ass again, I had to admit they’d come up with a good plan. “I’m going to have fun using that sexy mouth of yours, pup, but first, we need to talk about your plans.”
His groan that time was pure drama. “I know…”
Laughing would’ve been a terrible idea because I needed to stay serious, but he was so dramatic. “Come kneel for me, pup. Tell me what you’ve decided.”
He’d given me an abbreviated version when he’d called late yesterday afternoon, but I wanted to hear it all laid out in detail this time. He must’ve heard the seriousness in my voice because he sighed before pulling away and slipping out of his shoes, his pout leading the way to the living room.
He never did anything in half measures, but eventually he was seated and cuddled between my legs, the drama having faded to a more manageable level.
“I have it all planned out, Sir.”
Yep, that confidence right there was the only reason his drama had retreated.