Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Yep.
Conner was amazing…and a handful.
I was so glad he wasn’t my sub, but he was fun to conspire with.
Doing my best not to laugh, I glanced over and winked before leaning in to kiss Finley on the cheek. “Be a good boy and spread your legs wider, pet. You don’t look nearly slutty enough and I wouldn’t want our audience to think you were actually as innocent as you look. They might think I’m molesting a little or a pup. We don’t want that, do we?”
That had his face getting even hotter as his cock throbbed against my hand, but his feet shifted apart as he whimpered quietly. Feeling how thoroughly he was enjoying himself, I gave his dick a little pat that had our audience smiling. “Good boy, pet. And as a reward, I’m not going to ask you what you’re wearing under your pants.”
That had him nearly swallowing his tongue. “Conner is very naughty.”
Oh, I agreed to that completely, but in the spirit of our adventure tonight, I shook my head and frowned. “He’s not the slutty sub who might’ve gone out in public without underwear.”
Finley nibbled on his lower lip, looking up at me with wide apologetic eyes. “Would that…would that keep me from getting my reward?”
Needy little slut.
“No, pet. As long as you’re a good boy I’ll still let you come in your pants later, but I am going to start checking your clothes when we go out in public.” Shaking my head, I stroked his sexy erection which seemed to get harder with every caress. “Who gets to decide if you do something slutty in public, pet?”
I couldn’t decide if he was going to throw his arms around me in a hug or melt into a puddle of cum under the table, but either way, he let out a shaky breath and seemed to barely hold back his orgasm. “You, Master. You get to decide how slutty I am in public.”
God, he was…
“That’s right, pet.” Stroking his cock, I gave him a bright smile. “Good boy.”
I wasn’t sure if it gave off good pup vibes or good little boy vibes, but either way, he squirmed and his face got even hotter. “Thank you, Master.”
Giving him another innocent cheek kiss, I toned down the smile just a bit. “Such good manners.”
He whined, swallowing and thinking for a moment before letting out a shaky breath. “Thank you, Master.”
I would’ve loved to have known what he was thinking but I didn’t actually want him to come before we finished dinner. “You’re welcome, pet.”
Going back to just gently teasing his cock and stroking along the inside of his thigh, I slid his menu between us. “Have you decided what you want for dinner, pet?”
It was a good all-around restaurant with a variety of options, perfect for a date, but I wasn’t sure he was actually able to pick anything at the moment. He’d seemed startled to see the menu on the table, even though he’d glanced at it when we’d sat down.
“I… Um, I think…” He paused, swallowing and trying again. “Master?”
“Yes, pet.” Giving his cock a squeeze, I aimed for a curious expression as he whined. “What were you thinking about?”
Not the menu, judging by his moan and the way he blushed at our audience’s quiet giggles and cough.
“I…” He sucked in a breath, focusing intently on the picture of the steak on the menu. “Can they see your hand, Master?”
Keeping my hand still, the only movement was subtle caresses to the head of his cock with my thumb. “Let me ask you one thing first. Do you want me to answer your question, pet, or would you rather not know?”
His whimper was filled with frustration and desire. “I…I don’t know, Master.”
Keeping my hand mostly still, I nodded and leaned over to kiss his cheek again. “It’s a difficult decision, but I think you’d find it more erotic if you didn’t know one way or the other.”
Finley shivered, letting out a breath. “It’s…they obviously know what I like, Master. So they might be pretending? I’m…I’m not subtle, so it wouldn’t be hard to guess when you were touching me.”
He looked down, clearly studying the table and looking like he was doing high school geometry to figure out the angles.
He was adorable.
Barely holding back a smile, I nodded as I pretended to study the menu. “They’ve seen you at the club, pet. They loved seeing you hump my leg the other night.”
That’d been one of the only reasons they’d agreed to this scheme to begin with. They’d seen how he looked at me and how we’d gotten along. That, along with Conner’s always delightful oversharing, meant they’d been willing to play along as our naughty audience.
“Oh…” Finley went very still as his mind started to whirl in a new direction.