Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
The wording couldn’t have been random, so I nodded, stroking over the front of his pants before stepping away. “Good boy. I’m glad you remember who’s in charge and who’s going to be deciding how to discipline you.”
Swallowing back another moan, he nodded frantically and took a deep breath. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
My needy boy.
I could give him what he needed.
“Come with me.” The walk from the couch to the bedroom wasn’t long enough for much of a pep talk, but as I followed him to make sure he was steady, I kept telling myself that I wasn’t going to fuck this up again.
And not overthinking the situation and his reactions was going to be my main way to accomplish that.
As we walked into my bedroom, I wrapped my arms around him and pinned his back to my chest, nodding toward the en suite. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
Shaking his head, Hunter took a deep breath. “No, Sir.”
Stroking my hand over his chest, I kissed his neck, loving the soft, desperate sound he made. “Tell me your safewords.”
His voice was breathy as he repeated them carefully, working to sound rational and completely focused as he finished his thorough answer. “I’m green, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Kissing his neck again, I reached up and tweaked a nipple. “Will I be upset if you use your safewords?”
“No, Sir.” The confidence in his tone had something warm flowing through me.
“That’s right.” Pinching the hard bud again, I smiled as he whimpered. “But don’t forget you have to be a good boy for me if you want to earn an orgasm.”
A shiver raced through him and his head fell back as he soaked up the flash of pain and hot pleasure. “Will…will you still use me if I don’t get to come? I want…I want to help you come, Sir.”
His submission was as beautiful as he was.
“Yes, baby.” Kissing him tenderly as I continued to torment his tight nipple, I nuzzled against him. “Even if you’re naughty and have to stay hard and aching, I’ll let you help me get off.”
The fantasy of being left desperate and needy while I used him to get off was so strong in his mind, I could feel his barely restrained orgasm. It took several seconds before he came back from the edge and the fight faded. “Thank you, Sir.”
My boy had a wonderfully vivid imagination.
“You’re welcome, boy.” Giving his nipple one more tug before going back to petting over it, I held him for several long moments before inching up his soft shirt. “I’m a firm believer in naked spankings for boys who need to be disciplined.”
It wasn’t really a question, but he nodded as he raised his arms so I could pull off his shirt. Slowly stripping him, I stroked over him as I took my time removing each piece of clothing. When he was finally naked in front of me, I scanned over his tight, lean body and the hard cock that was jutting out in front of him.
“That’s much better.” Trailing one finger along the underside of his length, I kept a stern expression. “Are you allowed to come while I’m spanking you?”
Shaking his head was easy, but it took several moments before he could verbalize the answer. “No, Sir. I…I have to wait for permission.”
“That’s right.” Closing my hand around his length, I gave him a slow stroke. “You’re going to be my good boy, aren’t you?”
His wide eyes and frantic nod said he was going to be good or die trying. But when he licked his lips and blinked, I knew he was trying to tell me something. Easing off the teasing, I released his dick and walked around him, gently stroking his chest and back.
It was enough for him to find his wandering brain cells. “You…you remember my limits, right, Sir? We…we talked about them…”
We’d talked about a lot of things, so it took a moment for me to jump to what I thought was the right limit in question. Stopping behind him, I palmed one ass cheek as I kissed his neck. Spreading my fingers, my thumb teased right at the edge of his tight hole. “Yes. I remember what my needy boy was desperate for.”
To be fucked.
He’d finally confessed that his version of vers was only about ten percent topping, which made a lot more sense now that we’d cleared up a few things. He’d also admitted that the last few guys he’d dated had been on the fifty-fifty side of things and vanilla.
The shiver that racked his body made his knees weak and I could feel desperation vibrating from him. Even if I’d wanted slow and romantic tonight, he couldn’t have given it to me. But luckily for him, that wasn’t what I wanted either.
I wanted to own him.