Page 65 of Weston & Cyrus
He’d made me even harder again.
I was never going to get to pee at the rate we were going.
“I’ll remember to be good tomorrow.” What else would make him happy? “I’m sorry I dawdled. I was nervous. Thank you…thank you for helping me be good.”
That’s much better, slut.
Oh, thank God.
Still wiggling side to side, I glanced around the room. “Are…are you going to be watching me for long?”
No. That wasn’t how I should’ve said it.
“I don’t want you to be late for work, Master.” Yes, better. “I’m sorry if I made you late.”
He got to the gym insanely early sometimes, so I honestly wasn’t sure if keeping track of me being a nutcase had put him behind.
Don’t worry, slut. I can watch you through my phone, so I can be anywhere.
Wow.
Trying to catch dicks again?
Shoot.
Closing my mouth, I swallowed hard and licked my lips. “Just yours, Master.”
Maybe later?
We’d said we were going to play the evening by ear, but I was starting to wonder how to get a more concrete plan from my busy Master.
“Can…” Could I ask that? “Um, can I come by later to work out? I know…I know you’re busy and…”
And something.
I was supposed to be worried about something.
Thankfully, he took pity on my un-caffeinated brain.
Yes, slut. Grab your gear when you leave for today and come by after work.
And?
Nope.
I hadn’t been nearly good enough to ask about specifics and we both knew it.
Leave the bathroom door open and I might call you a good boy again, slut.
He was trying to kill me.
“Can…can you see all the way in the bathroom?”
A laughing emoji and a devil were not nearly enough of a response.
Does it matter?
That didn’t help either.
