Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Was it the talking? The tone?
“I like knowing what my good sub wants.” I thought I was on the right track when he whined and I could feel his orgasm getting closer. “When you’re a human sub, that will mean words and nods get you rewards and more pleasure, and when you’re a playful pup, that will mean barks and tail wags.”
That seemed to have a rush going through his entire body and his hands reached back and grabbed my sides.
I might not have been brilliant, but that was a signal I could read clearly, so I kept up what he clearly wanted…pup talk.
“You’re going to look so cute when you wiggle and wag your tail.” Either one or both. “And I can’t wait for you to roll over onto your back and whine for tummy rubs.”
The other pups at the photo shoot did that on a regular basis, so I wasn’t surprised when Ender did a faint side-to-side wiggle like he was imagining the pups. “We’ll play and I’ll throw a ball for you.”
The ball thing couldn’t have been erotic, so I had a feeling his obvious reactions and whine were just about hearing me talk about what he’d wanted for so long. “And when you’ve been a very good pup and worked hard, I’ll give you cuddles and pets and I’ll let you hump my hand. Would my pup like that?”
Yes, my pup loved that.
One more tug had his entire body tensing and his orgasm fired through him like a rocket. The way his eyes opened in shock said he hadn’t expected it, but I was just glad I’d made him come and that he clearly liked the humping my hand idea.
Yes, his words might not work very well but his body could communicate without him if it came down to it.
And to reward such good communication, I kept jerking him off and went back to nibbling on his ear as I pinched his nipple. It was a lot to keep track of, but he was worth the multi-tasking, and just kept shaking and making the sexiest whimpers.
Ender was normally pretty quiet, so the sound effects were fun.
And I even got more when his orgasm finally slowed and he went boneless against me. Of course, that might’ve been because I hadn’t stopped playing with him yet. “Oh, I like the whimpers, pet, and you’re so cute when you’re getting soft. How long do you think I could play with your softie before it was too much?”
Too silly?
Too mean?
Just right.
He turned his head and tried to hide against me, whining softly. “I…you can’t…”
That was not a safeword or a no.
“I think you’d like suffering for your Dom.” This part of his submissive side would at least. The pup side, probably not, but there were clearly different parts of him I’d have to understand to make sure he was getting what he needed. “But I won’t make you take too much now.”
I kept playing with his quickly deflating cock for a few more moments, rubbing over his slit and rolling the head of his dick between my fingers to make him squirm just a bit longer. I didn’t want him to be able to brush aside the scene as just a one-off or downplay how much I was enjoying dominating him.
Even when I finally stopped tormenting him, I kept my hand over his dick because he needed to know it was mine. “What do you say to your Dom when he lets you come?”
Yep, I was going to keep reinforcing the new role I had in his life until he didn’t feel like he’d panic; until the idea of trying to find someone else to be his Handler was completely out of his mind.
Like I’d let anyone else take care of him like that.
That was bullshit right there.
He couldn’t find regular dates that treated him well enough. He was crazy if he thought I’d let him submit to any random moron that he went out with.
Of course, Ender was stubborn and kept his eyes shut, trying not to wiggle because I had a feeling he liked the way I was holding his cock and petting his chest. “Well?”
His embarrassed whine made me smile, especially when he’d realized what he’d done and tried to stop himself. My chuckle just had him sighing and slumping against me, the cutest pout on his face. “Ugh. Fine. Thank you, Sir.”
“Hmm.” That was a bit more sass that I thought was appropriate. “Try again. This time without the attitude, please.”
I was polite, but it wasn’t something we were going to debate on and he knew it…his sigh said that’d been very clear.
“Sorry, Sir.” Taking a deep breath, he tried again with more submission in his voice that time. “Thank you for…thank you for letting me come.”