Page 36 of Weston & Cyrus
“But you’re my date and my cuddle bug too, so how does my boy want to have fun next? Hmm? Should we watch a movie or is there another game you want to play?” Making anohkind of sound, I acted like I’d just thought of something. “Toys. You have other toys you were going to show me.”
His groan was truly dramatic and said I was going to win this game too.
Yay.
“I…I’d like to watch a movie with you, Sir.” The words said movie but the way he was nuzzling against me and trying not to whine said he was imagining something else too. “But…but you should see my toys.”
So I had plenty of ways to fuck with him and reward him.
Got it.
“That…that would make me a good boy, right?” Yep, I’d created a needy praise monster. “You wanted to see them. It’ll…it’ll make you happy.”
I couldn’t decide how selfish the happy thing was, but it was cute and a lot of fun, so I wasn’t going to look too closely at it.
“It’s going to make me very happy and very creative to see them.” His shivers were giving me ideas too. “Happy because I love having fun with you and it shows you trust me with your secrets. That makes me happyandcreative.”
Over the moon, honestly, but it wasn’t the time to point that out.
His thinking still seemed to be fuzzy and I wasn’t going to test his panic button to see what would set it off. We were kind of on our first date, so it seemed like a reasonable idea to take things one step at a time.
Weston seemed to like whatever he heard from me and wiggled against me, rocking his soft cock into my hand. “I like making you happy.”
I could almost hear the wheels in his head grinding as they tried to process something, so I was patient and kissed his neck as he wiggled. After a few long moments, he sucked in a breath and seemed to make a decision about something. “Will you…will you play with my soft toy more, Sir? You said…you said telling you what I want is important. I like it…I like it when you make me…”
He shrugged as he lost the right way to describe it, but I knew what he was trying to say. “You’re right. You did a wonderful job and I’m proud of you for admitting what you want.”
Relief rushed through him so strongly I could almost feel it filling him before he sagged against me. “You like knowing. You know I’m. You’ve said things.”
I’ve said things?
Oh.
“I know you’re a slut? I’ve told you it’s okay?” When he nodded against me, I gave his ass another pat. “I like seeing how excited my needy boy gets and I like seeing you blush and squirm and have to confess how dirty you are.”
His praise whore inner core loved it.
His humiliation kink loved it.
The tiny part of his brain that was actually working normally glitched and made him whine and squirm. “You can’t say that.”
Bullshit.
“I think you need a reminder about your place in this relationship.” My stern tone had his entire body clenching. “Show me your toys and I’ll decide the best way to handle that.”
Because it hadn’t been a safeword, and he didn’t need to start thinking we needed to limit the dirty talk we used.
Something shocked Weston enough that he sat back, giving me a wide-eyed look that had me imagining doing wicked things to him. “You. I.”
That wasn’t informative at all.
So I ignored it.
“Toys.” The voice clearly just did it for him, so I told myself I’d remember that later and probably needed to remember to use it sparingly.
“Reminder?” He really didn’t seem to be hearing himself, but that at least gave me a better idea about what was running around in circles in his head.
“Yes. You need a reminder about your place in our relationship.” And as his Dom, it was my job to make sure I helped him with it. “But don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”
