Page 32 of Weston & Cyrus
I wasn’t a grown-up who was boring, I was his slut, and that meant I was more like a naughty puppy than a real person.
“Come up here and sit on my lap.” His head pat and good boy tone had every muscle clenching, and my dick made a valiant effort to orgasm without any touch at all. “Naughty sluts who dawdle don’t get toy time.”
Fuck.
That was never going to get less humiliating.
He was amazing.
“Good boy.” His cheerful tone as I managed to sit up and start obeying had more crazy sensations flashing through me, and it was like nothing worked right but my dick. “Come here. Straddle my lap. That’s right. No hiding your toys.”
I hadn’t felt exposed before even though I was naked, but something about spreading my knees wide and sitting on his thighs made me feel like everyone in the world could see my ass. Master gave me another beaming smile and patted my head as he tucked his cock back in his briefs. “That’s right.”
I was pretty sure that shouldn’t be as hot as it was either, but nothing in me was working right. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Oh, my slut has such good manners when he wants to play.” He’d managed to make even basic manners hot as fuck, and I had to force myself not to grind my dick against him. That didn’t seem like it would be a good idea, even with Cyrus’s sweet tone. “Let’s see if you can keep being so well-behaved.”
Oh…that sounded dangerous but it was erotic enough to have me shivering again.
“Cutest slut ever.” He melted my brain even more when he kissed my cheek. “Okay, how should you ask for playtime?”
God.
I was never going to make it through our first date without dying from humiliation-induced pleasure.
He knew it too based on his ear-to-ear grin as he stroked his hand along my neck and down to my chest. “Show me what a good boy I’ve got.”
This came way too naturally to him…which seemed to be cheating in some way…so maybe I couldn’t feel bad about it?
“I…” Good boy. I needed to be his good boy to come. That was the important part I needed to focus on. “Will you…will you have playtime with my toy, Sir?”
Master’s eyes flashed with pleasure, sending more crazy things through me. God, he was so sexy when he was happy. “Oh, that was very polite.”
How did that make me feel so wonderfully dirty?
“Such cute squirms.” Still sounding cheerful and like I was adorable, Master shook his head like he couldn’t believe how cute I was. “Yes, playtime for my slut.”
Thank God.
He killed my relief and turned it into something humiliating and wonderful with one question, though. As he wrapped his hand around my erection, he kissed my cheek again. “Do you want slippery playtime or are you a naughty boy who wants his toy to ache?”
Fuck.
My head crashed into his shoulder as I whined, but he chuckled and gave my cock a squeeze. “Silly boy. But don’t worry. I’m patient.”
So patient he was going to kill me with that too.
Lubed or dry.
His tight grip and huge hands said dry would be amazing but I’d already come once. “Slippery, Master. But…”
Ugh.
“But achy next time?” The ridiculous wording and humiliation it gave me had a mixture of hot desire flashing through me, but he made a pleased sound that had my cock trying to get even harder.
“Thank you for telling me how naughty you are, sweet boy. I’m so proud of you.” That probably shouldn’t feel so humiliating, but it did, and a few more brain cells poofed away as subspace inched closer again. “Slippery playtime it is.”
I whined as he released my cock to reach over to my nightstand, and I could feel my face heating up as he chuckled. “Oh, my slut has the big bottle.”
