Page 64 of Weston & Cyrus
They were Master’s toys and he got to decide when they got attention.
Man, that really made them want attention.
That’s right but if you can’t make better decisions you won’t get to come later.
I was going to get to come later?
Wait.
Fuck.
“I can make good decisions.” He’d kind of talked around when I’d get to come next, but I didn’t think it was the moment to ask clarifying questions. “See?”
Scrambling off the bed, I stood by the dresser that doubled as a nightstand and faced the bear without thinking about it. “Good morning, Mr. Bear.”
God, how did I keep getting more turned on?
“Please…” Fuck. I could do it. I wanted to come later and Master was watching. Somehow. “Please tell my Master that I was a good slut last night. See?”
Aiming my dick toward the camera, I quickly moved my hands away so it didn’t look like I was playing with it. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Bear.”
My Master was clearly trying to give me a heart attack so he didn’t have to let me come later.
“I did it.” Fuck. I’d done it. “I was very good.”
I was also very lightheaded but I wasn’t sure if that was shock or not enough blood in my brain. There was enough to remember to give Mr. Bear his cheek kiss and focus back on my phone, though.
Thank God.
Good job, slut. But push out your ass. I need a better view.
From where?
Where was his view?
Obeying, I was vibrating with crazy energy as I waited for his next message to come in and unfortunately nearly screamed when his text and my alarm started going off at the same time.
Very nice.
And very jumpy.
He texted too fast.
“I wasn’t expecting the alarm. I’d been thinking about you, Master.” True and it sounded good, so I wasn’t surprised when a laughing emoji popped up next. “When…when can I ask about my orgasm later? If I’m good.”
I was going to have to drink less water before bed if we were going to do this every morning.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Shit.
He was fucking with me.
“I have to pee, Master. I’m sorry. Please?” I gave up trying to look like a real adult and wiggled, managing not to grab my dick but dancing around for him anyway since I had a feeling that was what he’d been looking for.
Fuck.
