When he could process again and his body had stopped trying to orgasm, I nodded and continued. “We might start our conversation tonight in bed, but aside from touching base on limits or things like that, the rest of our discussion will wait until morning.”
Coffee and WTF seemed like a good plan.
“Thank you, Sir.” Wynn was looking at me like I was fucking amazing, but he’d also started gently rocking back and letting out a breathy sound every time he shifted.
“Are you trying to get off using my hands?” I wasn’t sure how else to word it. “Did you ask to play with yourself like that?”
Blinking, Wynn looked confused as his gaze dropped again. “Um, I don’t know…and no.”
It took him another few seconds to stop tugging on himself, but eventually, he came to a stop. “Sorry?”
“Do you like the tugging sensation everywhere or just on the leash?” I was pretty sure it was both, but he wasn’t really clear.
“I don’t…let me…” Closing his eyes, he rocked back again, that time a very deliberate movement. “Both. Definitely both.”
When he stopped right away, I decided the experiment wasn’t something I was going to punish him for. I’d technically asked a question he’d needed to move to figure out, so I wasgoing to give it to him unless he tried to find other ways to cheat. “I’ll remember that then.”
Tightening my grip on his cock, I smiled when his eyelids fluttered and he gave me thatyou’re incrediblelook again. Tugging slightly, I watched in awe as his body clenched and shivered. Wynn was struggling to stay upright, but he fought to stay still like he was afraid I’d stop if he was too wiggly.
He was smart.
“I…I…” Barely getting words out, Wynn whined and took a deep breath. “I like that. Thank you. Green. It’s good. I…I like that.”
He’d probably come from it too, but that wasn’t the plan, so I slowly relaxed my grip as I mimed for him to take another deep breath. Wynn obeyed, managing to get more air and to control his orgasm as I released his dick.
I kept the tight hold on the leash.
“Good boy.” Barely tugging on the soft leather, I looked down at his feet. “Step out of the costume. Let me see you.”
He was basically naked except for the strip of fabric that was barely containing his erection, but something about stepping out of the costume turned Wynn on even more. His shiver and the needy expression on his face made that clear.
Wondering if he was feeling more naked and that made him react so strongly, I trailed one finger down his chest. I’d seen him shirtless before, but never like this. It made me question if I should’ve read into how careful he’d always been around me to stay clothed with his dick covered.
“Turn around in a circle.” Relaxing my hold on the leash just enough that he could obey me, I watched as he rotated and madea pleased sound as I saw his ass. “It’s going to look very nice when it’s spanked. I’ve always liked how full your ass is.”
Wynn squeaked but his ass cheeks clenched as he finished and faced me again. “Um, thank you?”
He was such a dork…but he was my dork.
“You’re welcome.” I thought I’d been clear, but I decided not to risk confusing him. “Now, I’m going to enjoy spanking you, but we are doing this to make it clear who you belong to and that I expect a certain level of behavior going forward.”
And the lights upstairs went off again.
His dick was still enthusiastically paying attention, though, so I waited for his brains to come back online. A few seconds and some blinks later, he nodded. “Yes, I’m your sub and my behavior wasn’t…well…I should’ve handled things differently.”
Ya think?
Holding back my sarcasm physically hurt, but I was a good Dom. “Unless you safeword, we’ll do this often enough that it helps you to remember to tell me things instead of fucking with me, and it will help you remember who you belong to.”
The kink he seemed comfortable with…me…well, that was what he was questioning.
“You…I…I belong to you.” He tried to sound confident but it wasn’t believable. “I’ll remember not to fuck with you again.”
That was believable.
“Good.” We’d see how long he could keep that promise, but for the time being, we were going to help him submit and figure out the answer to his spanking questions.
No matter how sure he was that he wanted to be bent over my lap, there had to be things he was second-guessing about it.