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)
Smart men were so sexy.
“Did you happen to hear about the sub at the club who nearly had a meltdown when I showed up the first time?” He’d been so dramatic it definitely wasn’t a secret, and I wasn’t surprised when Finley nodded sheepishly.
“I shouldn’t like gossip…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken part hanging between us.
He shouldn’t like gossip but he did.
“One of the littles who was there was shocked and told Conner when I was hanging out with him and Ben.” Finley shrugged, looking like he couldn’t decide if he should feel bad or giggle. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Conner and Ben had done an extensive background check on me and I’d signed a confidentiality agreement before I’d been able to join. There was nothing to worry about and it wasn’t like I was part of the press or someone actually important.
But one drama queen little had decided that since he’d walked by me in a hallway at my office building six months before, I shouldn’t be able to be a member of the club. Even Conner thought that was stupid. He wasn’t even my client…and after seeing his behavior firsthand, I was going to make sure he never ended up working with my firm.
I might be low on the food chain at work, but they realized I had good instincts and good contacts, so I wouldn’t have to explain why we shouldn’t work with him. Anyone who tried to throw their weight around like that would end up doing something stupid in the long run, and my company had a solid reputation.
Besides, his being a sub was one of the worst-kept secrets in DC, so I had no idea what he was panicking about.
“I’ve done my best to stay away from him, but someone from his office was sniffing around for a new PR firm recently.” The way Finley winced had me chuckling. “Oh yeah. That was my reaction too. Word carries fast, but so far, he’s stayed away from us.”
“You have the weirdest job.” His grin and the way he leaned over to kiss my cheek made it clear he was teasing, but it was the perfect opportunity to shift the evening into something more heated.
“Naughty boy.” Wrapping my hand around his head before he could pull away, I made a tsking sound that had his eyes widening as he sucked in a hopeful breath. “Being cheeky and you’ve forgotten a very important rule again.”
We’d gotten so distracted just hanging out after dinner, he’d forgotten he was hanging out.
It took a couple of seconds before his gaze flicked down to his lap and he sighed quietly. “Shoot. How do I keep forgetting that?”
Laughing would not have been the right response in the situation, but he was so damned funny.
“Because you’re a slut at heart, pet, and you really don’t think about just waving your penis around.” The sweet tone of the condescending but still accurate words had him blushing and giving me the cutest, most manipulative pout ever.
“I’m sorry, Master.” He scrunched up his face and closed his eyes, looking delightfully innocent as he focused on very naughty thoughts. “I’ll fix it and be your good boy.”
I couldn’t decide how much was his genuine response and how much was artifice but it was delightfully Finley. I loved watching his cock slowly rise as he filled his mind with wonderfully dirty fantasies.
But the best part was when his eyes popped open and he looked down at his dick excitedly. “I did it, Master.”
Oh yes, he did.
“You’re a very good boy for fixing the problem with your penis, pet.” I reached over, slowly stroking it absentmindedly. “But…should it have gone soft to begin with?”
Thoughts flashed across his face so quickly I could only catch a few, but I knew he was wondering how to handle the situation. The faint hint of a punishment in my voice sent a shiver through him, and I knew he was wondering how badly he wanted to protest.
“I…” He paused, swallowing and licking his lips as he considered the situation again. “No, Master. It was naughty. I should’ve remembered I was on display for you.”
Giving him a squeeze as a reward, I nodded and continued to aim for a serious expression as I focused my touch on the head of his cock. “That’s right, pet. You were supposed to keep your pretty penis on display for me. I think we’re going to have to look for something to help you with that tomorrow when we go get your cage.”
Finley let out a low whine, but I could feel his excitement and need as it pulsed through his body. “I…I want to be good for you, Master.”
The answer was so wonderfully vague I almost chuckled. He had no idea what to ask for and I could see his dirty thoughts whirling.