Page 105 of Weston & Cyrus
My behavior.
There was nothing else he could do about me being a brat.
“I…I was rude and…and I forgot my manners.” There’d been other things, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember them.
Or for the orgasm of me.
Please let me get to come.
Whatever he saw on my face had Nico nodding as he trailed the towel lower to fuck with me too. “He’s a cutie, but yeah, he seems to need a bit of correction sometimes.”
“It’s time.” Master rolled his eyes. “Time for a spanking and his cage before we head out for the night.”
Looking around and pretending to study the locker room and Nico, Master frowned. “I can take him to my office if you want privacy, though.”
“Nah.” Shaking his head, Nico gave a casual shrug. “As long as you don’t mind me getting cleaned up.”
Cleaned up?
He was going to take a shower?
“Nope. As long as you don’t mind company. We’re both ripe after that workout.” Master reached over and rubbed my chest, squeezing my pecs. “I worked him out good and now it’s time to work him out another way.”
“He seemed a bit feisty when he came in.” Nico chuckled as Master rolled his eyes. “I thought you might need to rein him in a bit.”
Were…were they talking about the first time I’d gone to the gym after we’d started dating?
God.
We’d talked about how that scene should’ve gone a thousand times.
He’d even done lists about what kinks and topics we could’ve logically added in that would stay in both of our limits.
And he trusted Nico.
Like really trusted him.
Nico had introduced him to the club and had helped shift Cyrus from just being curious about kink and BDSM to really understanding them.
When they both chuckled at me and shook their heads, I knew I’d missed part of the conversation. “I…I’m sorry.”
The way Master rubbed his hand over my head made me feel even more embarrassed, which made me even harder. Being harder made me squirm and that just made them chuckle again. The wicked circle looked like it would go around over and over, but Nico made it even more insane. “Like a kid doing a potty dance.”
Master sighed. “That might be it. Sluts have no control.”
God.
That.
I.
They.
“He’s also easily turned on by muscles.” Master’s teasing tone had my face going hot, and Nico laughed, flexing his arms and pretending to preen for me. “Yep. Like those.”
Patting my ass, Master shook his head. “Yeah, hug time for you. That should help your wandering eyes too.”
He’d made me talk about that too.
