Page 53 of Weston & Cyrus
“Yes. You’re my slut. Mine.” I gave a casual shrug. “I can enjoy taking care of my toys in a variety of ways, and we both know how wonderfully humiliating it would be for you.”
It’d take a lot more than he’d want to do before we reached my limit, but it wasn’t a kink for me, so I kept my expression light and waited to see what he’d say.
Eventually he blinked a few times, and processing came back online as he realized I wasn’t squeamish and he really didn’t want to take the risk of being dumbstruck and vague for too long. “I did it when you sent me to get a shower earlier. You…you told me to get all clean but not come or play with my toys.”
He’d definitely been doing his best to follow directions.
“Look at you being helpful and anticipating how I’d want to use you.” The cheerfultalking to a puppytone had him blushing and squirming, but the way he was moving his hips as I leaned over and kissed his cheek said his cage had gotten a bit tighter. “That’s going to make it much easier.”
He liked that part too.
Weston was back to gaping at me like he’d never seen me before, but the shiver that raced through him as he sighed said he wasn’t worried. Nervous and horny…yes. “Thank you, Master.”
So cute.
“I’m going to have so much fun getting you dirty.” Another cheek kiss, that time on the other side, had his face getting pink again, but I knew that was a sign I was doing great. “Are you going to use your tight little toy to make me feel good?”
He was already naked, so I stroked my hand over him as I toed off my socks and started taking off my pants with the other. It had his brain going dim again, but after a few moments of unabashedly staring at me, he slowly nodded. “I like making you happy.”
Squeezing my dick through my boxer briefs as I wiggled his caged cock had him making the sexiest whimper, so I gave him a big smile to let him know how cute he was. “You’re going to make me very happy. Now I just have to decide how we should play.”
That got another good jolt from him, but it also might’ve been because my underwear had dropped to the floor and my erection bobbed, begging for his touch. It was an attention whore too, so they were going to play great together.
“Play.” He repeated the word like it meant something, but it felt kind of hollow and he kept staring at my cock. “Yes.”
Did he have any idea what he was saying?
Moving my hand away from his ass seemed to help, but whipping off my T-shirt had him going back to doing his confused stare thing again.
So clearly there was a point where too much need turned off his brain.
That was good to know and I’d have to keep track of when that happened and what we were doing at that point.
Was it cage related?
Me being naked related?
Him being naked hadn’t gotten us to that point, but stroking my hand down my chest and over my muscles certainly got a sexy moan from him. “Would you like to give me kisses first? Hmm? I think I’d like to have my slut worship me first before you get to have my cock inside you.”
His whimper said it was a great plan but words were still a problem.
Bingo.
He nodded.
“Good boy.” Kind of. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
Hmm.
Deciding to fuck with him and see what happened, I climbed up on the bed and crawled over him to get in position in the middle. It got more sexy sounds from him but I wasn’t sure if it was the view or the way I’d dragged my dick over his face that really made him feel dirty and turned him on.
“Come here, slut.” Spreading my legs, I gave my thigh a pat. “Come play.”
He blushed, groaning as his face got redder, but he scrambled to obey and curled up between my legs, shaking by the time he was in position. “What…what can I do? What…what would you like?”
“That’s a very good question.” Making exaggerated thinking sounds, I frowned thoughtfully. “For me to have the most fun, I’m going to have you curl up beside me, tight toy out so I can play with it while you give me kisses.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to blush or explode in an orgasm, so his body jerked a few times before he finally was able to nod.
