Page 107 of Weston & Cyrus
I had no idea what I was going to say and Nico’s chuckle just made me even stupider.
“I know. You’ll come. You’ll beg.” Master sighed. “You’ll be a slut. I know.”
My moan probably said I agreed with him but I didn’t. No. I was going to behave and I was going to stop moaning and I was going to behave.
“Naughty slut.” His chuckle was probably what made it so terrible and what made me start trying to hump his lap again. “But you’re my naughty slut and that means no more stomping and pouting when you’re not getting enough attention.”
Had that been why I’d been a pain in the butt?
I couldn’t remember but it probably didn’t matter anymore.
“But I’ll be good, Master. I will. I’ll…I’ll use my manners and I’ll be a good slut.” I just had to show him and then…and then he’d do something.
Something to make the wonderful ache get even better.
“I think you’re sincere about trying but I’m not sure if you really understand what being good means.” A few more spanks had my whole body feeling floaty, and the heat from my ass was spreading warmth through every inch of me.
“Let’s give you a chance to show me.” HisI have a great ideatone sent desire, fear, and embarrassment through me.
Nico was hearing everything.
“If you’re an obedient slut and show me that you want to be used to make me happy, I’ll believe that you want to be a good boy.” The cheerfulness in his voice made it sound innocent and sweet, but we both knew it would be wicked and dirty.
And still kind of sweet.
Ugh.
My head started nodding before I could even begin to guess what he was going to do. “Obedient. Yes. I can be good. I’ll make you happy.”
Nico sent my head spinning when he chuckled again. “He’s an eager little thing even if he’s not well-behaved.”
“That makes up for a lot.” Master sighed as he squeezed one ass cheek. “But it means he needs constant reminders.”
It was so true another flush of humiliation washed over me even before he sat me up, standing me there with my pants down at my knees and my ass sticking out. Master’s shaking head andfrown as he looked down at my cock only made the problem worse. “I knew it. Still hard.”
I whined before I could stop myself, but I managed to keep my eyes on his face even though they were doing their best to wander. “I’m sorry.”
“I doubt that.” Still looking sexy and serious, he made a low hum like he was considering all his options. “But you didn’t come from your spanking this time and your humpies weren’t that bad.”
Humpies.
My face had to be a thousand different shades of red, but I did my best to ignore it as he studied me and pretended to think about what would come next. “I’d thought the spanking would take care of your little problem here, but I should learn not to assume things about a slut.”
The little problem in question bobbed for attention as Master reached into the bag and grabbed my cage. “If I weren’t such a nice Dom, I’d punish him to make him soft again.”
Just imagining that had the world spinning and I could almost feel lightning rush through me as he gave the head of my dick a tap. “But I’m a nice Dom.”
Evil.
He was evil; he just didn’t know it.
Leaning around me to focus on Nico just made that obvious. “Sorry if we’re being distracting.”
“No, you’re good.” Nico’s casual response had me aching to turn around and see what he was doing. “What’s your plan?”
God.
He.
