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)
Whining, he nodded and took a deep breath as I sat down. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”
When he was close enough, I stroked his cheek and aimed for low-grade asshole Dom. “Don’t worry, pet. If you’re naughty, I’ll punish you and help you to remember that you want to be a good slut for me.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if that was a threat or a promise to look forward to, and I knew his naughty brain was wondering what kind of punishment he would earn if he misbehaved. He was just curious enough that he’d do it eventually, but I was fairly certain that tonight he valued his orgasms more.
Finley finally swallowed and gave me his fallback answer. “Yes, Master.”
Naughty slut.
“Good boy.” Cupping his cheeks, I leaned down and gave him a soft peck, earning me another blush as he looked up at me sweetly. “Are you ready for your first orgasm?”
His entire body seemed to clench as I reached down beside the end of the couch and grabbed a cushion for him. He managed to nod as his eyes kept darting between my face and the cushion, but I could see how distracted he was getting. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
Finley just kept getting more and more perfect as he looked at the cushion and then back up at me. I had a feeling I knew what he was wondering, but I let it hang out there between us for the moment.
“Come here. Sit up on your knees.” As he scrambled into position, spreading his legs temptingly wide as his cock strained to escape, I let him see how incredible he was. He was wicked desire personified and I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done to earn a chance with such a perfect sub.
“Are you excited for your orgasm, pet?” The answer was obvious but I loved the way drawing attention to his desire made him squirm.
His eager squirm as he shifted reminded me of an excited toddler doing a potty dance and that must’ve shown on my face because he blushed and whined before he could get the simple answer out. “Yes, Master.”
Chuckling as he fought to keep still, I studied his sexy bulge. “It’s almost time, but first, you have me very curious about what’s under your pants, slut.”
It certainly felt like he wasn’t wearing anything under them, but the way he was blushing and looking sweetly ashamed said it wasn’t that simple. It left me with one simple question…
What had Conner pushed him to do?
This had that naughty tease's hand all over it, but I could only guess what he’d pushed Finley into doing.
His hands kept shifting and he was obviously one step from grabbing his erection. “Hands behind your back, slut. You don’t get to touch your penis without permission.”
Eyes going cartoon-level wide, he was clearly surprised that I knew what he was thinking. As he mumbled something about me being psychic, I decided not to tell him how obvious he was when he was aroused.
I liked the idea of being a psychic Dom.
As he squeaked out an apology, I reached for his pants and released the button. By the time I was easing the zipper down over his tempting bulge, he was sucking in a breath and making the sweetest needy sound. “Let’s see what my slut has been hiding on our date.”
That had his cheeks going pink again and I could only smirk as his sexy underwear came into view. I wasn’t sure what to call them but the nearly tissue paper-thin boxer-ish clothing was loose and drapey and hid nothing.
Just trailing my fingers over the silky fabric that was covering the base of his cock had him whimpering as his erection strained to escape its confines. “Oh, you have been a naughty slut. You went out in undies that don’t even cover your soft penis, much less your hard cock.”
Shaking my head and aiming a look at my sweet slut that said how naughty he’d been, I sighed. “I really am going to have to check you before we go out in public.”
Whatever he was picturing had him looking like he’d nearly swallowed his tongue, and his cock throbbed, giving me another warning. “I… It was Conner’s fault, Master.”
I had a feeling I was going to hear that a lot.
“Then it will be Conner’s fault when as your punishment you have to wear these to the club.” Still wearing an expression that said he should be ashamed of himself, I zipped him back up and patted his somewhat covered erection. “Everyone is going to see your naughty penis peeking out the bottom and know you’re a wicked slut.”
If he managed to keep it soft, it would only tease out from the bottom…but we both knew he couldn’t.
When he was hard, it was going to look even more perfect.