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)
The baggy shape and probably something about the material kept the cum from sticking to his skin and gluing him into his underwear, which I was very grateful for. I was going to have to find more of these if we were going to keep up the game because they’d done an amazing job at keeping his pants from showing the wet spots.
Someone needed a crazy five-star review on their site.
“I’m going to make sure I give you enough time that your penis is well trained and my sweet slut gets all the attention he needs to be happy.” Because it was easy to see that those were two different things.
Hard or soft, orgasm or not, he would thoroughly enjoy a variety of humiliating scenes. He was definitely going to keep me on my toes and my imagination churning, but I was up to the challenge.
“Master…” His wistful tone was all romance and sweetness, but he seemed to lose his train of thought as I pushed the underwear to the floor.
His cock was still soft, looking slightly overused but still beautiful. “There we go. Let me check and make sure your little guy is healthy after all those orgasms.”
I thought it would get a mild reaction from him, a cute blush or the sweet way he said Master when he thought I was being romantic, but my naughty boy’s legs nearly melted. He let out a soft whimper as I knelt down and took a long look at his soft penis.
Realizing just how erotic he found the examination, I didn’t rush. Taking the head between my fingers, I stretched out his soft cock and studied it from several angles, moving it around like a very wicked doctor might.
I had flashes of scenes in the doctor room at the club, but I knew I’d have to get Finley’s take on that idea before I planned too much. Mostly because I wasn’t planning on being the doctor. It would be much more fun if I was the concerned Dom making sure his slut was healthy.
Finley’s cock made a valiant effort to respond as I manhandled him, but even a sweet slut had physical limitations. I had to point that out, though, because it seemed like too good an option to miss out on. “Your little cutie is trying to get attention and show me he’s a big boy. But it seems like we wore him out.”
Finley’s beautiful whine had me chuckling and giving his cock a pat. “But don’t worry. The next time we explore your orgasm limits, there are other ways to give you a dry orgasm. We haven’t explored your pretty hole yet. I’m sure your prostate will be fun to play with.”
Oh yeah, if we’d waited just a few more minutes, he’d have already been hard and begging to come again just from the teasing alone.
For now, though, I just gave his penis a soft tap and rose, kissing his cheek like I was just the sweetest Master ever. “We’ll have to remember that for next time. I should probably make more notes.”
Just the vague mention of my dorky little notepad had him blushing and whining again. “Master, notes are…they’re…”
Clearly erotic to my dirty boy.
“Don’t worry. I won’t forget that we need to measure your little guy.” As a grower, not a shower, that seemed to hit Finley’s dirty fantasies perfectly.
He sucked in a breath and nodded as he blushed. “Thank you, Master.”
He was such a sweet dirty boy. “So polite, I should definitely reward you. Would you like to help me take my clothes off?”
That had his eyes going wide again. “Really?”
There was an asshole Dom memory in here somewhere, so I vowed to help him make a new one. Nodding, I kissed his cheek. “You’ve been a very good boy, slut. You submitted sweetly and you were so good when I was forcing you to come over and over. You definitely deserve a reward.”
Curling into me as he smiled, he rested his head on my shoulder. “Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, pet.” I’d have stood there with him wrapped in my arms for as long as he wanted, but he quickly kissed my cheek and straightened.
“I’m going to take very good care of you, don’t worry, Master.” His bright, earnest smile as he went to work on the buttons of my shirt gave me a peek at what he’d been thinking earlier. He needed to take care of me…but I wasn’t sure what that meant to my sweet boy.
Finley was very…he was very Finley.
As he helped me out of my clothes, very focused on his task, I was patient and relaxed as he carefully stripped me. There was no way to hide how hard I was even if I’d wanted to, and Finley’s sweet smile said he noticed. He just didn’t do anything about it right away.