Page 91 of Weston & Cyrus
He would really…
He’d say it was my idea.
Had it been my idea?
“You’d be rocking back and forth, tugging and fucking.” He wiggled his finger right over my hole, making me squirm as he laughed. “You’d like that, so I’ll let you do it to yourself. It’ll be a fun reward.”
Really?
I mean.
It would.
Would that be a reward?
“I’ll bring a book or something to keep myself occupied until you wear out your little toy.” As I moaned and tried to accept mycompletely brain-dead status, he kept spanking and fucking with me.
Hopefully fucking with me.
“Then once I’ve put your hug on again, it’ll be my turn to play.” He said it so happily but my brain used its last remaining cells to imagine all the ways he could use his very exhausted slut. “I could fuck your mouth or take the dildo out of you and use your tight toy.”
His slightly mocking laugh sent sparks of humiliation and desire through me that were even better than the ones the spanking gave me. “Probably not tight at that point but that’s okay.”
It’d be okay because he’d probably spend the whole time talking about it to make sure I knew I wasn’t tight any longer.
Fuck.
He was going to make me come.
How long would he really lock my dick up for?
“Loose will make it easier to just thrust right in you and not have to take the time to stretch you.” Master made a thinking sound as the thumb of his free hand barely pressed against my currently tight toy. “Once you’re worn out from all that tugging and orgasming, I’ll ease the dildo out and then thrust right in.”
Fuck.
He.
That.
“I think the hardest decision will be if I want an audience for your special time or if I want it to be private.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the perfectly placed spank, the thrusting thumb, or just the image he’d put in my head, but my toy decided it liked him better than it did me.
Shit.
“Oh dear.” Master’s oopsie tone made the humiliation and orgasm even better as it tore through me. I could feel my entire body heating up with desire and shame as I cried out and shook, his spanking and the way he was sighing making everything even sharper. “You were naughty, slut.”
As I went boneless against the bed, I tried to shake my head. “Your toy…your toy got confused. It was…it was picturing the club.”
And was stupid.
Little heads meant little brains.
Little brains meant bad decisions…but damned good orgasms.
“Well, we already know how we’re going to fix this going forward.” Thethis is so sadtone in his voice was so fake it made me want to squirm. “Hugs at each apartment and we’ll have firm rules about when he can come out to play.”
Fuck.
