Page 76 of Weston & Cyrus
He was so much fun to fuck with.
“I wasn’t.” He blinked and swallowed. “I didn’t?”
Raising one eyebrow had him letting out a soft whine that said his brain had stopped working just enough to make our date much easier. “You heard me.”
Pressing his lips together, probably to hold back a moan, he nodded and looked like he was inhaling slowly to give himself time to think. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” His reward for making sure I knew he was in working order was another pat to his lap, that time right over his hard cock. “That’s a much better tone.”
A dash of dickishness made him forget to function, so as he blinked at me, I went back to our original discussion. “Next time you don’t know what to do in a social situation like coming to the gym, I expect to be notified immediately. Texting is fine or you can tell me at the first moment we have privacy, but waiting and sending mixed signals will have immediate consequences.”
The shiver that raced through him said he’d understood at least some of what I’d said, so I continued with my explanation. “Some consequences will lead to humiliation and possibly an orgasm if you behave, but others will make you squirm and there will be no chance of a scene ending in happy playtime.”
That finally had something clicking in his brain. “What…I mean…how do I know which it will be?”
Needy little brat.
“You don’t.” I thought that should’ve been obvious, but with his brain only working at half speed, I took that into consideration and spelled it out for him. “I will make that determination on a case-by-case basis based on what I think will work best in the moment.”
I’d have to switch it up to make sure he didn’t start driving me nuts on purpose because it got him an orgasm. “If I think a spanking and edging will work best, I’ll use that. If I think you need attention to your little toy, I’ll do that.”
Staring slightly dumbfounded at me, Weston took time for his brain to process what I’d said before he started nodding. “I…I understand…but…but what would you have done today?”
Clear and reasonable questions meant he could safeword, so I pressed forward to answer it honestly.
Picking out something fun fairly quickly, I shrugged and took my time so it looked like I was really thinking about it. Dragging it out made him squirm, and the best part was getting to glare at him again when it looked like he was playing with himself. “Well, if you’d told me right off the bat what the problem was and given us a chance to talk it out, I’d have taken you back to my office to reward you after our conversation or workout.”
Giving him a bright smile like a light bulb had gone off over my head, I switched to the good puppy tone. “If you were quiet, we could’ve had toy time. I think you’d have liked sitting on my lap.”
It would’ve made him feel embarrassed, but adding in me being sweaty from our workout and it would’ve made my dirty cutie very happy.
But my frown and something about the way I was shaking my head as I shifted gears had another shiver racing through him. “But if you were being naughty and didn’t explain what the problem was, we’d have gone back to my office and I’d have spanked your bottom and played with it instead. Not enough for you to come, but enough that you’d remember who you belonged to.”
“I. You.” He was thinking about something hard enough that random shit blurted out, so I waited to see what else he would say. “I can’t…I can’t work out with a plug. That wouldn’t be safe.”
But it clearly was a fantasy he’d thought about at least a few times.
“Well, I wouldn’t give you anything with a lot of weight or where hurting yourself was possible, but I think stretching and things like jumping jacks that you might’ve done in gym class in high school would be safe.” Actually, thinking about that, I wondered about the specifics. “You know, I’m going to call Conner and see if he knows how safe that would be.”
“Oh God.” Weston’s horrified look had me trying not to laugh.
“No. Just Conner, but he thinks he’s the god of the club at the very least.” I was pretty sure he was more like that Monkey King figure from those old Chinese stories, but it wasn’t something I was going to point out for a variety of reasons. “He’s got an extensive knowledge of BDSM, though, so I’m sure he’ll be able to help us out.”
He’d also thoroughly enjoy fucking with Weston about it too.
“When did you get to be so evil?” His horror had faded to something closer to shock, so I wasn’t sure if he realized what he’d said.
Still, it would be fun to punish him for being rude later.
“I’ve had a long time to think about what I’d do with you, slut. It’s made me very creative.” And slightly evil like he’d said. “So keep that in mind when you decide if you’re going to be a good boy who explains what he’s thinking or a naughty one who hides from his Dom.”
And boyfriend.
But Dom was going to get me information about what was going on in his squirrely brain, so we were going to stick with that for a while. “Now, why don’t you finish picking out what you want for dinner.”
We’d told our waiter we needed a few minutes, and he’d taken us at our word. Of course, it’d come with a wink and a giggle from the young twink, which had also gotten a fabulous blush from Weston. Needless to say, he was going to get a big tip, but eventually he’d come to check up on us and do his job.
We might not be doing great at the regular dating side of things, but everyone else around us seemed to be able to see it.
