Page 63 of Weston & Cyrus
Get out of bed, slut.
How did he know I was awake?
“What the fuck?” I’d paid really good attention when he’d been setting it up on Tuesday night. I knew I wasn’t in range. Right? “How did he do that?”
Fuck.
Did you think I put just one in your place, slut?
Oh wow.
Wait.
There was more than one?
How long had I been in the bathroom the other night?
He could hear me?
Stop gaping like a slut looking around for a cock to suck.
Yeah, he could see me.
Closing my mouth, I couldn’t decide if I should look at the phone, the bear, or around the room like a nutcase. “Um, I just got up?”
Shoot.
That’d come out like a question.
“I just got up.” Trying to project confidence at the very least, I straightened my legs so I looked like I was relaxing and not like I was hiding. “Good morning?”
There was no reason to type if he could hear me, so I didn’t bother as I stared at my screen.
It would be a better morning if you’d started off like a good boy.
Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about getting punished for being soft any longer.
“I was…I was going to be good when my alarm went off.” I’d have had five more minutes of panicking before that happened but he’d screwed up my schedule. Of course, panicking and overthinking had killed the erection I’d woken up with and that had given me more to worry about.
That wasn’t a problem at the moment, though.
He could see me.
“I was good and slept naked.” Oh. “And I remembered to lay out pajamas at the end of my bed just in case. See?”
His first apartment building had gotten damaged in a fire. Everyone had been physically okay, but way too many of his neighbors had slept naked for everyone else’s peace of mind, so he’d been stern about me having clothes in easy reach.
That’s a start, slut.
So was I considered good again?
Yes, I saw last night.
Wow.
No, I had to figure out how to be a good boy again.
“And I didn’t touch the…the toys that belong to you.” Spreading my legs wider hopefully let him see I’d been good, but it also had the side effect of making me harder…and slightly embarrassed, which also made me harder. “I wasn’t going to play with them.”
