Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
And hard.
He’d done his best to earn his promised reward and I hadn’t even needed to help prime the pump to keep him hard. No, his fantasies and just feeling naughty in general kept him needy and looking sexy as fuck.
I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed either.
Our waiter might’ve been older and a bit out of the loop on why my boy was so distracted, but I’d noticed more than a few people giving Payton knowing grins as we made our way out of the restaurant.
I had to admit I enjoyed it but it also made walking back to the car interesting because he wasn’t tracking where we going. My keeping a hand on his back and steering him through the parking lot was the only reason he made it to my car.
“Here we are, pet.” I kissed his head as I opened the passenger door, and he blinked and looked around like he was wondering where we were.
Politely ignoring it seemed like the best plan, so I helped him in. He didn’t really need a hand, but I thoroughly enjoyed making sure his belt was very secure. The sexy moan he let out as my hand checked out the lap belt made it clear he was going to want his reward sooner rather than later.
“You’ve been a very good boy, pet.” We had enough privacy that I gave his firm erection some attention with a soft pat and a few long caresses. “What happens to good boys?”
Payton’s moan got caught in his throat and it took him a moment to be able to answer. “I…Good boys get to…they get to make their Masters come.”
Well, technically that was correct.
Focusing on just the head of his dick to keep him distracted, I made slow circles over it as I brushed my lips against his. “What part of their body do they get to use to make their Masters come?”
That was easier to get out but scrambled his brains even more based on the wide-eyed, needy look he was now giving me. Eventually the answer came out more as a moan than an actual word but it sounded beautiful to my ears. “Their mouth…”
My needy boy was looking forward to that…and several other things as well. “That’s right, pet. Now let’s get home so I can decide what we’re going to do first, rewards or play or maybe something else fun.”
Like his spanking.
As he frantically tried to decide if he was going to ask what something else might mean, I gave him a quick peck and moved back to close his door. By the time I got around to the driver’s side, he seemed to have decided that asking was either too difficult or too dangerous.
I might actually answer and that could either give my needy boy a heart attack or an orgasm.
Neither would be an optimal outcome, but I didn’t want him to come down from his high completely, so I stroked his thigh as we started the drive back to my place. It kept him just warmed up enough that he was making needy sounds as I got close to his cock, but he didn’t come and didn’t grab his dick…and he tried to actually keep up the conversation.
So overall, it was a win for both of us.
“I…I was reading some of the blog posts the other night and…and I think the pup…those pups you showed me…I think they live around here.” Having a topic to think about besides sucking me off had him sounding less distracted. “They posted some pictures of a coffee shop that looked like it was a few blocks from here.”
His confused look as he thought about the pups and the Leashes and Lace guys made me chuckle. “I thought I remembered someone mentioning that they worked for them but I wasn’t sure. It’s been a while since I went to any of the puppy parties around here.”
A combination of being too busy, slightly burned out, and just a bit frustrated with life had made it difficult to work up the excitement to go…especially since I was single and most of the guys who went were paired off.
Payton’s head whipped around and his eyes went wide as shock smacked him in the face. “They have parties?”
Had I not mentioned that?
“I can’t decide if you’re surprised I didn’t mention it before, shocked that it happens in general, or worried I’m going to drag you to one…oh, or worried I won’t drag you to one.” Honestly, it could’ve been a combination of all of them but I wasn’t going to begin to guess when he was like this.
He blinked and his mouth opened and closed a few times but nothing had come out by the time I had to start focusing on the road again. Unfortunately, the restaurant and my apartment were a bit too close together and he didn’t have time to sort through everything running through his head before I pulled in behind the building.