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)
Cohen just smiled understandingly and crouched beside the door as he reached in and released my seat belt. “Tell me what word stops everything.”
It seemed like a ridiculous question, but I figured maybe it was how he started a scene, so I answered carefully. “Red, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He reached out and ran his hand over my head, sending happy sparks flowing through me. “Tell me what word slows down a scene if something gets to be too big or too emotional.”
Taking a breath and doing my best to keep my brain engaged, I obeyed. “Yellow, Sir.”
“And what word means that, even if you’re scared and emotional or nervous, you want to continue?” His knowing expression had my face heating up, but I wanted to show him I was a good sub.
“Green, Sir.” Leaning into his hand, I focused on relaxing my muscles. “I’m green now, Sir.”
“Thank you for telling me, cutie.” His fingers trailed down my face, stroking over my lips, and I had to fight the urge to lick him. “All you have to do tonight is focus on obeying what we tell you and letting us know how you feel. That’s it. You’re going to use your safewords if you need to, but I’m going to listen to your whimpers and see how hard you get for us.”
That had me whimpering for him right then, pulling another soft chuckle from him. “Yes, just like that, good boy.”
That wasn’t helping my blush, but I loved knowing I’d already pleased him even if it was for something silly. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I think rewards are important for good boys, so would you like a kiss for being so good, or would you like me to play with your cock?” He asked it like the question was completely reasonable…like did I want cake or pie.
Was there an answer that would get me both?
Greedy boy.
“I…” My brain felt like it was scattered all over the yard and I had to work to figure out some kind of response. “What do you want to give me, Sir?”
To my way of looking at it, there were no bad choices.
But Cohen shook his head. “No, cutie. I want to hear from your pretty lips what kind of reward you want. If you’re worried about what I’m thinking, though, don’t. I would love either one and I will always give you options that I would enjoy.”
He slowly fucked his finger between my lips, smiling as I whimpered. “Even with punishments.”
My dick couldn’t decide if he was just fucking with me to make me crazy or if it was true…but either way, he liked it.
I broke.
I licked his finger and sucked on it.
Cohen made a low hum filled with pleasure, but then it changed to a tsking sound. “Naughty boy. Did I tell you that you could suck on me?”
Was it possible for all the blood in someone’s body to be in their dick?
Asking for a friend.
I whined, trying to apologize, but he kept fucking my mouth. “Such a sexy, naughty boy, but I promised you a reward and a Dom should never go back on his word.”
God, he was going to ask me again.
As he finally slipped his finger out of my mouth, he tapped on my lower lip and gave me a hungry look that I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to seeing from him. “Pick, cutie.”
He’d scrambled my brain…that was my only excuse for what popped out of my mouth. “Please play with my cock, Sir.”
Where had my fucking brains gone?
I’d been going to ask him for a kiss.
I knew that was what I’d been going to say, but somehow the message had gotten lost between my brain and my mouth.
It was clearly my dick’s fault…not mine.
But Cohen gave me a beaming smile like I was a good boy who’d pleased his Daddy. There was just enough of a spark of humiliation that fired through me as I melted under his gaze that my dick jerked in my pants.
Traitor.
“Good boy. You used your words.”
Fuck.
How was he this good at making me crazy?
“Thank you, Sir.” I managed to get a somewhat reasonable response out, but when he reached for my pants, every brain cell scattered again.
He was…
I mean, now he was…
He did.
Logically, I knew no one could see us. That was why I’d felt so confident hiding in his driveway to begin with. No one else would’ve seen my whiny ass giving myself a strange pep talk.
But this…
My hands shifted to the edge of the seat and I found myself pushing my hips up as he released the zipper.
“Good boy.” Helping my Dom was clearly something that would get me another atta boy smile, and I could feel myself blushing, which pleased Cohen even more. “I knew you’d be a good boy for your Daddy and me.”