Page 42 of Weston & Cyrus
“I like playing.” So did he. “You like playing.”
I liked coming too but I wasn’t sure if I could ask for that.
“I don’t know what I can ask for, Sir.” Another happy sound. Another kiss. “I want to be good.”
Good boys made happy Masters and happy Masters made orgasms.
I remembered that even if the rest of life was kind of fuzzy.
“You can always ask for anything, but understand sometimes I might say no.” A kiss on my other thigh inched closer to my cock. “I might have a plan for later or I might have a surprise. You might need to be punished. But it’s always okay to ask.”
Surprises.
Punishments.
Always okay to ask.
Kisses.
“When.” It was always okay to ask. “When the cage comes off your toy…when the cage comes off your toy, it’s going to want to play.”
Yes. That was the best way to ask.
It made me squirmy and that made him happy and happy got kisses.
So close.
I needed more kisses.
“I think you’ve been very well-behaved, my sweet slut, so having playtime with this cute little toy would be fun.” Master chased the thank you I was going to give him away when he kissed me again, right beside the cage. “But you have to promise to keep being a good boy. There’s no getting playtime and then being naughty.”
No naughties.
“I’ll be good.” Yes. “I’ll be a good slut and we’ll have breakfast.”
Then we’d do something.
Anything.
Anything that would make me floaty and him happy.
“You’ll help me.”
That was what Masters did.
“Yes, I’ll be a big help for my slut.” Master moved, making a low, sexy sound, and then his fingers were at the cage. “Andyou’re going to be sweet for me and not worry and we’re going to have a fun day together.”
“You’re.” Was he taking it off? “You’re going to stay? All day? Right?”
“Yes.” His confident tone had relief rushing through me, and it was so wonderful I didn’t even realize he’d released the cage until my cock sprang up for attention and it was so hard I almost hurt. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to have a fun day together and you’ll earn more rewards.”
Rewards.
Like getting out of the cage.
And having his mouth on me.
God.
