Page 56 of Experiments in Love
Anson laughed, spanking my other cheek…but we both knew he was fucking with me by doing it over my clothes. Clothes were starting to get frustrating, though, so I tried to look cute as I wiggled against him. “You know…spankings are supposed to be on a naked bottom. We shouldn’t break the rules.”
He barely held back another laugh but he made a low, happy sound that made me want to giggle. “We shouldn’t break the rules, you’re right. You’re such a good boy you’d never do that. No matter how many rules I give you or how much control you give me.”
He said such wonderful things.
“You…” I’d have done better teasing him but my pants started sliding down, and getting naked was distracting. “You said you’re going to give me lots more rules.”
His low agreeing sound did happy things to my insides and my dick, but the way his hands skimmed over my naked ass made it all even better. “Rules about the club and what’s going to happen when I put cocks inside you.”
Anson’s hands tightened on my cheeks and he nibbled on my neck…and even if I could’ve ignored those signs, his hard cock pressing against me made it clear what the idea did to him. “Who gets to control who fucks you?”
“You, Master.” Aside from the whole sub’s veto thing, though. “You’re going to pick out cocks for me and you’re going to give me so much attention.”
Stepping out of my pants as he finished getting me naked, I wiggled against him and moaned as his hands squeezed my ass again. “I still think I’m going to be right. A nice little one is going to be perfect. Buttons aren’t that far back.”
Chuckling, Anson nodded and started fingering my hole. “You might be right. I have a variety of sizes picked out for you.”
“Nice sizes and nice new friends. You said…you said they’re not going to mind?” I hadn’t managed to find a handful of guys that I’d want to do the scene with in all the men I’d dated, so the idea that he knew a variety of nice men who were willing to share their penises for science was mind-blowing.
“Nice men and nice penises and I’m going to be right there with you.” His hand came down on one cheek, making me feel weirdly lopsided until he did it to the other. “Kissing you. Playing with you. What else was I going to do with you? I think I forgot.”
Because putting his finger inside me killed his brain cells too?
Giggling and moaning at the same time, I rocked back against the tip of his finger, trying to get it deeper. “I don’t understand why more subs don’t like this. Dry fingers are so…so good.”
His chuckle was wicked and sent more shivers through me. “That’s good to know, but it wasn’t my question.”
Oops.
The next spank he gave me was too light to hurt but it jogged some brains loose. “You fixed it. Thank you. Brain cells just wander off when you touch me. You’re going to play with my cock. You’re going to tap it and dothings.”
Things that sent sparkly feelings through me.
I didn’t understand why everyone wasn’t into that either, but I was just glad the internet held some helpful information.
“Yes, my boy is going to get lots of taps and fun things while he’s getting fucked.” Picking me up just enough to set me on the bed, Anson grinned as I sucked in a breath. “Let’s do some practicing for that, just in case, you know.”
Oh, I liked the way that sounded.
“Practice makes perfect.” And I’d been very good. “And you needed attention.”
So it was only fair that I helped as much as I could.
My Master needed me.
Chapter 17
Anson
Leaning over to give him a soft, almost too innocent kiss, I trailed my hands down his beautiful body as I straightened, aiming to get needy sounds from him. He moaned softly, but pinching his nipples made him squeak and I couldn’t resist chuckling. “What did I do? Tell Jasper. Remember, you’re making him hard.”
Because he was nearly as big a voyeur as Kennedy was an exhibitionist.
The only difference was that Jasper understood what he was when it came to that kind of stuff and Kennedy was just figuring things out.
“You pinched my nipples.” Kennedy managed to sound needy and whiny at the same time. “But only a little.”
“Oh, poor baby.” That got me the most adorable pout, but it disappeared in a flash as I swept my hands back up his chest and pinched them harder, twisting them just enough to have his chest arching up as he moaned again. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
