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)
And I knew just how to do it.
“We’re going to the couch and you’re going to get a spanking.” His head cocked and I could see his brain whirling, but he let me finish. “If you are a good boy and keep explaining what’s on your mind and what you’re worried about, I’ll keep spanking you.”
As his eyes started to get wider, I nodded and continued to explain what he seemed to know was coming. “If you stop talking, I stop spanking. No matter if you’ve come or not.”
His jaw dropped and he got a startled goldfish expression that made me fight the urge to laugh. “That’s…that’s so mean.”
Drama queen.
“No.” Shaking my head, I refused to give in to the guilt he was trying to push at me. “That’s making sure my sub gets his worries out into the open.”
And I wasn’t going to apologize for using all my resources to make sure he wasn’t obsessing needlessly over something.
It took Ender a few seconds to get his brain back on track and I couldn’t decide if his reaction was because he was shocked, turned on, or both.
“But…but what if I don’t talk enough?” He glanced over at the couch and sighed. “I…I asked for playtime earlier. I was good.”
He’d been manipulating me…but he had a point.
“Either way, I’ll jerk you off before we go to bed.” Something about that made him finally blush, but I had a feeling it was the gracious tone of my voice and not the actual topic that made him so red and wiggly…and hard.
“But we both know that you’ll like a spanking orgasm better.” Shrugging like there was nothing I could do about it, I frowned and tried to look like I was considering my options. “You’d like the dirty talk that came with a spanking orgasm better too.”
His quiet groan said he agreed with me.
“What…what would be the difference?” His bravery surprised me, but his breathy tone and the look in his eyes said desire might’ve overtaken logic at that moment.
But since it seemed like a good time to test the waters a bit, I stepped closer and let my hands fall to my sides. That alone was enough to get another shiver out of him, but when I kept moving forward, he let out a soft whine.
He was a needy boy.
That would definitely make things easier.
“Well, I might remind you about asking for playtime earlier and I might help you remember what a good cocksucker you are.” Those were definitely on the tamer side, so I wasn’t surprised when he gave a vague nod and licked his lips.
“I might tell you what a good slut you were when you were talking because we both know you’d only be doing it to get an orgasm.” Shaking my head, I stopped just before I brushed against him. “I’d also tell my good slut what a good humper he was as you rubbed your erection against my lap.”
His startled face was back, but it was still filled with need and not much actual thought, so I wasn’t worried. Nope. I was so confident, I reached out and gave his erection a slightly condescending pat that made him gasp.
“This pretty cutie is ready to come out and play, isn’t he?” As Ender’s brain seemed to stop and reset, I gave his cock another tap. “You asked for playtime. So we’re going to call it you being a good sub even though you were trying to manipulate me.”
His expression changed so fast it was hard to keep track of, but it appeared like he was trying to decide if he was going to apologize or orgasm. “I…Sir…”
When he stopped and looked at me expectantly, I realized he thought he’d given me a full sentence or at least a complete thought.
He hadn’t.
We’d see how the lack of higher brain function affected his ability to talk enough to earn an orgasm, but for the time being, I was just going to take it one step at a time.
“Are you going to be a good boy now and get a spanking while I call you a slut, or are you going to wait until later and just get to come?” There weren’t any bad options but it took him a second to start to nod.
It just seemed like a delayed response because there wasn’t enough blood in his brain, but I was patient and tried to listen for anything close to a safeword.
“Yes, Sir.”
Well, it was polite but not terribly helpful.
“I’ll be good.”
It wasn’t exactly what I’d been looking for, but I was pretty sure his answer was connected to the good boy part of the question, so that made me think he was voting for a spanking and a discussion.
Or at least some part of him was…the rest wasn’t working much.