Page 49 of Weston & Cyrus
Ugh.
“I liked my headspace.” It’d been nice and floaty and having to pretend not to be floaty had made it even better. I wasn’t sure why it’d worked like that, but it had. “What if I can’t get it back?”
Chuckling, Cyrus shook his head. “No pouting. We’re going to pick up takeout and head back to your place so I can start fucking with you again and get it back.”
“What kind of takeout? What kind of fucking with me?” They were legitimate questions but he grinned and shrugged. “How are you going to get it back? What are we going to do with the bear?”
Was he really going to make me talk to it and show off my dick every morning?
On a weirdness scale, would that be kind of normal or making-Conner-confused levels of strange?
“I’ll answeronequestion.” Cyrus opened the passenger side as we got to the car. “Think about which one you’re going to pick and you can ask when I get in the car.”
“Do I only have until you get in the car to pick one? What if it takes longer than that to figure it out?” What were the rules here?
“No.” He kissed my cheek as I sat down and it scrambled my brains as he buckled me in. “I don’t think that was the best use of your question, though. But as long as you’re happy.”
What?
Fuck.
I’d used my question.
He was proud of himself for that one, but my brain started running in circles trying to figure out how to get more questions answered.
His eyes were sparkling with mischief as he closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. But the good part of him being so pleased was that I got another kiss and grope as his hand ran down my chest. “Next time you’re going to listen to what I say more closely, aren’t you?”
Fucker.
“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t sure being dramatic would be helpful, so I widened my legs and tried to look relaxed and submissive. “I’ll remember.”
Hopefully.
I wasn’t going to hold my breath, though.
Cyrus’s chuckle said he was thinking something along the same lines, but he was a good Dom and squeezed my cock, givingit a nice massage as he kissed me again. “I know you’ll do your best, even if it’s just because you’re a naughty slut that likes rewards.”
There was nothing wrong with wanting to be rewarded for hard work.
Probably shouldn’t point that out, though.
Hmm.
“I like having reward time with you, Sir.” Kissing his cheek and trying to look innocent somehow made me feel very wicked, and I had to fight the urge to squirm and close my legs. “It’s…you make me feel a lot.”
And he made my brain stupid too.
But as he smiled, he gave me another kiss. “I like rewarding you, but don’t worry, I like punishing you and caging you and using you too. So even if you don’t get a reward, I’m still going to have fun tonight.”
When did him being an asshole end up being so sexy?
“Fun…fun should end up with orgasms for both of us.” It wasn’t a question but I was hoping it might get a reaction from him. “That’s how you made it sound, at least.”
Kind of.
At some point he must have said that because he liked making me come.
“Fun means at least one of us ends up getting an orgasm and the other ends up getting something else they need.” Still massaging my erection, Cyrus smiled like he was thoroughly enjoying the conversation. The combination of innocent and devilish sent a shiver through me that made him even morepleased. “Like a spanking or feeling controlled or enjoying having the control.”
