Page 52 of Weston & Cyrus
What did he want?
“Will…will you fuck me, Master?” Just getting the sentence out seemed to kill some of his brain cells. “I…you said…and…”
He’d gotten the most important bit out, so I took over the conversation. “Yes, but your hug stays on if you want my cock inside you because that’s going to be my reward.”
Oh, that got a fun response.
He shivered so hard I had to tighten my grip on him and he melted into me. “Yes. That’s. Yes.”
So fucking cute.
“Do you still want to be a dirty slut?” He’d said he wanted to be dirty when we’d first talked about it, but I wasn’t goingto assume until we’d had a few more actual conversations when clearer heads were involved.
We’d both been tested recently for the club, so I wasn’t worried about that part. I wanted to confirm his personal preference and make sure we were both on the same page, but a nod wasn’t quite going to do it. “Ask nicely, slut.”
Kissing his naked shoulder, I flicked my tongue over it and hummed as I waited. “I can’t wait to give you kisses, naughty boy.”
He must’ve guessed where I was talking about because his entire body clenched and he pushed his ass back against my finger to take it deeper. Chuckling, I used my free hand to give one cheek a light smack. “No playing yet. Be a good slut first.”
Either the laughter or the teasing smack killed another few brain cells because it took longer than I’d expected to get a verbal response from him. We were both probably glad I’d caged him earlier or I was pretty sure he’d have already come from wiggling on me and being fucked with.
“I…” Shivering, he whined and tried again. “I want to be your dirty slut, Master.”
Once that part was out, the dam burst. “Yes. I want to be your dirty slut. Please come inside me. I want to feel you. I want to be dirty. I need to come, Master. Please.”
Chuckling again, I gave his ass another tap. “Good boy. And yes, I’m going to fuck you, and because I’m so nice, I’m even going to let you come.”
That had him springing up and looking adorably startled. “I…I might not have gotten to come?”
“Yes.” As I kissed his cheek, his mouth dropped open. “Playtime and orgasms are two different things. Just because I’m playing with this tight little toy doesn’t mean you’ll get to orgasm.”
I shrugged when he kept gaping at me. “Just because I play with your little toy doesn’t mean he gets to orgasm either.”
That seemed to be something he’d already realized because it got his brain going again. “That’s. I.”
Whatever he was thinking had him slightly more functional because he kissed me that time, sweet and cute. “Thank you, Master. I’ll…I’ll be very good so I get to come.”
“I’m glad.” Easing my finger out of him, I ignored the mess on his coffee table and wrapped my arms around him as I stood up. He wrapped himself around me, earning another little tap. “My cute little monkey.”
He wasn’t heavy enough for it to be too hard to carry him, but I held him tight as I moved us back to the bedroom. “You’d still like being fucked and getting dirty even if I didn’t give you an orgasm, though. With your hug on and being spread wide for your Master, you’d still feel used and naughty. And you’d like making me happy.”
It’d be another way to completely fuck with him.
We were definitely going to have to try that one soon.
“But…” Grinding against me, he held tighter as he tried to get his words to work. “But I get to come this time…even though…even though my hug stays on?”
“Yes.” Laying him down on the bed, I spread his legs and reached down between them to tease over his hole. “Do we need to get you all clean?”
Oh, that was fun too.
Every brain cell seemed to die at once and he simply stared at me like I wasn’t speaking English anymore. It wasn’t a safeword, though, so I barely eased inside of him, fucking him with the tip of my finger as he processed.
Describing it as slow would’ve been an understatement, but eventually he licked his lips and the lights upstairs got brighter.
“You would…you would do that?”
Clean his ass?
