Page 44 of Weston & Cyrus
It was, however, a wonderful distraction.
“What plans?” Finally breaking, he sounded skeptical. “Dinner? You still have to feed me if this is a date. That’s the rule.”
He only seemed to remember date rules and that we were on a date when it was convenient.
“Nope.” I was going to play that by ear based on how our next stop went. “But we’ll figure that out at some point.”
He’d eaten a lot at lunch because he’d been slightly distracted at breakfast, so I knew he wasn’t starving.
Curious and suspicious? Yes. Hungry? No.
“Then what were you planning?” He tried to sound casual but I knew his brain had started to whirl because he’d inched closer to me as we walked over to the car.
Date Weston forgot we were trying to date and walked a friend distance apart.
Sub Weston inched closer and looked like he wanted to rub himself against me.
I was pretty sure there was some kind of middle ground, but we were still a work in progress with it.
“Something.” I shrugged as he huffed, but my asshole glare and raised eyebrow had him clamping his lips together as a shiver raced through him and he almost tripped over his own feet. When he was steady, I deepened my frustrated-looking expression. “I haven’t heard enough…manners…from you to make me want to share.”
We’d still go but I’d have fun driving him crazy and keeping the destination from him as long as possible.
His wheels kept spinning as we got to the car, but before we got to the passenger side so I could open his door, he found his voice. “If I ask nicely, will you tell me? If…if I havegoodmanners?”
“Good manners will get rewards. We’ve already established that.” In a lot of fun ways. “In this case, it will get you information and a happier Dom.”
The closest people to us were on the next lane over, but Weston didn’t look around. He swallowed hard and inched closer so his hand was brushing mine. “I’ll try again. In the car. I’ll try again in the car, Sir.”
Oh, that was sexy and fun.
“Let’s see if you can find some better manners then.” I knew he could and I knew it’d fuck with him just enough that he’d remember I liked him and I thought he was sexy. “Hands on your thighs when you sit down. No playing with your toy. You’ll get distracted.”
Yep, he had that sexy, foggy edge to his gaze before I’d even opened the door, and he rubbed up against me as he sat down. “I’ll be good, Sir.”
Until he decided to see what being naughty would get him.
But since I was going to enjoy it either way, I nodded and kept my tone even. “I hope so. I’m looking forward to seeing how sweet you can be for me…and how polite.”
And I was very curious to see what direction his wonderfully wicked mind would go with that description.
All I got at the moment was a distracted nod as I buckled his seat belt, but his expression was sexy and his cheeks were pink by the time I got in the driver’s seat. I turned on the car to make sure it wouldn’t get too hot but lowered the volume on the radio and waited for him to decide how he was going to try to manipulate me.
It took him a few seconds, but after a deep breath, he positioned his feet wider and spread his legs. Weston wasn’t a natural spreader, so I knew it was a clear signal to start our discussion and the new chapter of our date. “I know I shouldbe patient and well-behaved, but your…your slut would like to make you happy and to know what will happen next.”
“That’s better.” Leaning over, I took his invitation and stroked my hand down his chest as I kissed his cheek. As he let out a soft whine, I brought my hand between his legs and rested it over his hard cock. Since it was my toy, I was going to hold it for a while. “It’s going to make this little toy hard and my slut nervous. You’re going to like it as long as you can be a good boy and pretend to be boring, though.”
My response seemed to shut down most of his brain because it took several long moments before he shivered and his ability to process came back online. “I can be boring, Master. I’ll be boring.”
So. Fucking. Sexy.
“What do sluts get when they behave and look boring in public?” Waiting for his brain to work again, I massaged his cock and kept him distractedly turned on.
He knew the answer but he had to swallow and lick his lips a few times before he could manage a verbal response. “A reward. A slut gets a reward when they behave and look boring in public.”
“That’s my good boy.” Still keeping a firm grip on him, I kissed his cheek and kept the cute puppy tone that made him squirm every time. “What kind of reward could you get?”
There were endless possibilities and it looked like his fascinatingly dirty brain knew that right away. He glitched again and blinked at me in silence for several long moments before slowly nodding.
