Page 57 of Weston & Cyrus
I.
That.
Master laughed softly again as he pulled his fingers out and gave me another spank. My squeak gave his laughter an edge that made me squirm. “No humpies. But yes, I can feel how much you love that idea. It’s a good thing your hug is on or you might’ve come.”
Mumbling about me being naughty, he slipped two fingers back inside me and continued slowly fucking me. “If you beg sweetly to lick my sweat off, I might even let you come when I use your ass at the end.”
Might.
He might let me come.
Swallowing past a whine, I kissed up his arm and rubbed against him. “I’ll…I’ll be good then but tonight…tonight I’m being good too.”
I worked his fingers as my brain scrambled to think of other ways I’d been good. “I…I love worshipping you, Master. I love being used and making you happy. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Yes, and then I’d get a reward.
He made another low moan, stretching his fingers inside me as I nuzzled against him. “I love seeing how happy worshipping me makes you, slut, but your tight toy is going to feel wonderful. You’re learning how to work my cock perfectly.”
Tighten. Relax.
“I’m so proud of what a smart slut I’ve got.” Master sounded pleased as I continued to work his fingers. “Using you is going to be a good reward for both of us.”
Master was going to use me.
“Is your hug getting tighter? I saw that little wiggle.” Master kissed my head and his chest jerked when I whined and nodded. “Don’t worry. We’re going to teach you to come using just your tight toy.”
I was going to worry.
Lots of worries.
“What…what if I can’t?” Could I do it? I’d never tried. “I want to. I do.”
It would make Master happy.
“We’ll work hard, don’t worry.” Master’s fingers wiggled and stretched me again. “There are plugs and fun decorations thatwill help teach you as well. But I’m not afraid of hard work and neither are you.”
Master’s muscles showed he liked hard work.
I was fucked.
I tried not to whine but it escaped.
“So cute.” Master patted my head and his puppy tone came back. “I know you like hard work too. You’ve got a cute little body and an adorable toy to match. You like making me happy and I know you’re going to love suffering to make sure you’re being good for me.”
Ugh.
I would.
Somehow he made it sound so embarrassing I knew it’d turn me on and that would make it sound like a wonderful idea.
When I nodded and we both knew he was right, his fingers sank deeper into me and found my prostate. “Good boy.”
Rewards.
He was rewarding his slut.
I was definitely fucked.
