Page 12 of Weston & Cyrus
“Yes.” Weston looked slightly shell-shocked as he tried to use X-ray vision on my pants to see my cock, but he got words out and even licked his lips. He knew what he was doing even if he was questioning it. “I…Yes, I’m ready for dinner.”
The tummy comment had gone over better than I’d expected, but I decided not to push my luck by doing it again. I wasn’t sure how much control he had left, and I needed him hard to make sure we got through dinner without him thinking too much.
Post-orgasm Wessie would probably overthinkeverything.
“Good.” Standing up, I made sure to give him a great view of my bulge as I crowded close to his chair. “Remember what your reward is if you can behave. That means leaving what I’m sure is a cute little erection alone while we’re in public.”
So we didn’t get arrested.
His slow nod said he knew what I was saying, but he took a deep breath and shivered before I actually got a response from him. “You’re…I made you…”
His question had nothing to do with dinner but it was where his brain was focused, so it made sense. “Yes, you’ve made me hard. Does my good boy want to have his face rubbed with it later?”
I’d been desperately searching my brain for anything I’d seen him react to over the past couple of years, and I was starting to be grateful I had such a good Wessie memory.
I probably couldn’t have said what I had for lunch last week, but I knew everything about Weston.
Bingo.
His whimper was sexy as fuck but it was the way he licked his lips and his whole body clenched that was my favorite. “I…I can be good…but…but you need to be sure about…about what you want.”
We were definitely moving in the right direction, so I didn’t worry as I cupped his chin and made him look up at my face again. “I know what I want.”
I always had…he was simply really obtuse about grasping it.
Even in the club with me hard as a rock, he still seemed confused about it. “You have to…your needs matter. This is…”
As he swallowed and fought for brain cells to help him finish his thought, I nodded. “I am. This isn’t anything that’s outside my limits. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy making you tell me more of your fantasies and seeing how hard I can make you before you beg me to let you come.”
If we had a bit more privacy at the moment, I was pretty sure we’d have already gotten there. But the Bound & Controlled lounge was not the place to have that scene for a variety of reasons—one big one being he’d never done a scene like that before in public and we were going to talk about it in detail before we jumped headfirst into that one.
“You’re…I think you need to know that you’re making me really stupid.” His confession was adorable and sexy as fuck.
“I’m glad. It’s a good look on you.” He thought too much in general. “But all you have to remember is that you’re turning me on, I want to date you, and I’m going to find a fun way to use you and give you an orgasm after dinner.”
He swallowed, still letting me keep his face turned up to mine. “If I’m a good boy.”
“That’s right.” Stroking his cheek with my thumb, I did my best to let him see how much I was looking forward to it. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll find something for you to hump or I’ll let you play with your little cutie.”
Oh, he liked that.
His entire body lit up like fireworks had gone off in him.
“I…I think…I think you can’t say that if I’m going to be good. It’s…it’s too much.” Admitting that was practical but it was also embarrassing enough it sent another shower of pleasure through him. “I won’t be able to…to behave.”
“To be a good boy.” I frowned, shaking my head and looking disappointed in him. “Try again.”
His whimper said we were getting closer and closer to the edge, so I didn’t push further as I waited. “I…I won’t be able to be a good boy, Sir.”
Sexy as fuck.
“That’s much better.” I stroked his cheek one last time and slowly released it as I nodded. “We’re not going to pretend you’re something you’re not.”
I left that part vague because I wasn’t sure what to say, but it didn’t seem to matter because his brain filled in something sexy enough that he moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I stepped back enough for him to move, but he was still crowded against me as he got up from the chair. “Tell me your safewords.”
To make sure he realized he had them and to make him think for a moment.
