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)
It helped him stop laughing for about thirty seconds but my glare seemed to bring back the giggles. “You are adorable, pet.”
“I’m not the one who’s lost their mind.” Giving him what I hoped was a stern expression, I shook my head. “No Yoda and no falling off furniture.”
He managed to keep his delight to just a few snickers before he got himself under control. “Are those new limits we need to add to your list?”
“Evidently.” Both of them should’ve gone without saying but he’d clearly lost his mind.
As his giggles faded, his hands started wandering over my back, slowly making their way to my ass. I tried to be patient but he kept stopping right before his hands got to where I wanted them. I had every intention of being good but I found myself rocking against him and whining. “Master…”
His chuckle this time was wicked and pleased. “You were a naughty boy.”
Oh…he hadn’t forgotten.
“I can’t help it.” Grinding my hard cock against his, I sprinkled kisses over his face. “You’re so tempting.”
It really was his fault.
From the first moment we’d met, every time I saw him, all I imagined was doing wicked things with him…and discovering so much about myself had only made those fantasies more vivid. The Payton who’d originally met Ben the Baker might’ve had very innocent daydreams but they weren’t so innocent anymore.
One hand came down in a flash, but the wonderful sparks were tempered by the layers of fabric between my ass and his hand. “We’re going to have to fix your behavior, pet.”
His sexy promise was followed by the softest kiss, and the mix of sweet and wicked had my heart beating faster and my whines getting louder. Master squeezed my ass as he shook his head, giving me a sexy, stern glare. “No, you don’t get to beg for an orgasm until you’ve learned your lesson.”
That sounded terrible, so I whined and ground my dick against his. “But Master…”
“I think this is going to require something more serious than a spanking.” His words were gruff and would’ve sent a shiver through me no matter what, but something devilish flashed in his eyes and I knew he’d thought of something devious.
“I…” Oh, what had I gotten myself into? That was not a simple spanking and orgasm face. “I’ll be good?”
Hmm, that probably shouldn’t have come out as a question.
“I’m going to help you learn to be a very good boy, pet.” He stretched his head up, kissing my nose like we were talking about something cute and light. “But don’t worry. I remember your list.”
That did not help the butterflies in my stomach.
Before I could figure out another promise I probably couldn’t keep, he rolled us over and gave me a quick peck before almost jumping off the floor. As he held out his hand, I was still processing the punishment and how fast the world had spun. “Come with me, pet.”
I knew I’d follow wherever he led but part of me wished I knew where he was going.
A larger part that was probably smarter said not knowing would be better because then I couldn’t worry. I wasn’t sure he was right but I found myself taking Master’s hand anyway. That didn’t mean my brain turned off as Master helped me off the floor, though.
“What are you…How do…” So my brain was almost working.
As questions and dirty images skipped around in my head, Master’s grin looked even more wicked. “I’m not going to answer any questions, pet. I just expect my sub to be obedient as he learns his lesson.”
That did not help the whirling in my head or the whirling in my stomach…or how hard my dick was getting. That naughty thing was not always a trustworthy barometer of what to be worried about.
“I like making you happy.” It was a fallback response but one that was genuine enough to get a kiss from Master as he squeezed my hands.
But as he pulled away, the softer emotions in his eyes were mixed with the pleased, devilish ones. Whatever he had planned was making his Dom side utterly delighted.
Which made my dick even harder.
Had I mentioned that I liked making Master happy?
“You’re making it very hard to be worried when you’re so excited.” My confession had him chuckling as he led me back toward his bedroom. “I don’t appreciate that.”
“You’re so cute.” His cheerful response wasn’t helpful to my nerves or my dick.
I was working on a good question or comeback, but as we walked into his bedroom, he swept my brains away with one simple sentence. “I attached the cuffs earlier, pet.”
Oh.
All rational thought and even my feet skidded to a halt. “Really?”
Unfortunately Master kept walking when my feet didn’t and I nearly went head over heels, but he caught me. He wasn’t happy about it, though. “What did I tell you about that?”