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)
“That’s right, pet. Your pretty penis is going to be displayed for everyone to see.” Pressing a light kiss right under his ear, I gently rocked back and forth just enough to drive him crazy. “I’m going to have to decide what else I should use to make you nice and pretty, sweet boy. A leash and collar, or cuffs, maybe. There are so many fun options.”
And that didn’t even begin to touch on plugs and nipple clamps.
No matter what Derek said, I didn’t think Finley’s sexy body could be overdecorated.
“I can’t wait to play dress-up with you, pet.” As he shivered and sucked in a breath, I smiled and kissed under his ear again. “It’ll be like having a Barbie and a Ken because I know you loved begging me to fuck your pussy while the men listened, pet.”
The cock ring had definitely been a good idea.
Finley’s groan and the way he shook said we should probably leave it on until I made love to him. At the rate we were going, I wasn’t sure there was any way he’d be able to hold back his orgasm without it.
“Master…” He let out a shaky breath as I gave him one last nibble and pulled back just enough to look into his wide, needy eyes. “You wouldn’t…”
“Oh, pet.” Brushing my lips sweetly over his, I kept my voice light and tender. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to embarrass you.”
It definitely wasn’t a traditional endearment or even a sweet nothing that should’ve been whispered in his ear, but I could see my sweet boy melting. “Oh, Master, I don’t know what to say.”
He was adorable.
And he was mine.
Chapter 19
Finley
I either had the most romantic Dom in the entire world or the most wonderfully wicked one.
Maybe both?
The things he said.
Dirty images of him dressing me up as naughty Barbie as he paraded me around the club flashed through my mind and just picturing it flooded me with embarrassment.
“But, Master…Master, that was just for…that was just because I had to come and that was the rules.” Right? It hadn’t been my idea. It was just the rules for the scene. “They didn’t need to know I was a guy.”
Yes, that explained it.
“It would’ve made things awkward when I came over.” Yes, we didn’t need to make the neighbors uncomfortable.
Master’s wicked chuckle said he didn’t believe me, though. “It’s nice to know that you follow rules so well, pet. I’ll remember that.”
Oh dear.
That hadn’t been what I said, had it?
“I…” Swallowing, I tried to think of a logical response but he kept rocking against me, frying my brain. “Rules are important.”
Yes, they were very important.
“That’s right, pet.” Master gave me a soft kiss that made everything else feel tender and loving. “And as long as we’re staying within your limits list, you’re going to follow the rules when we go to the club, right?”
Oh, what was on my limits list that would apply to BDSM Barbie?
I blinked and tried to clear my head, but every time I opened my mouth nothing came out. After several tries, I just nodded and somehow the words came easier. “I like making you happy and being pretty for you, Master.”
And the men outside had been very nice as they’d cheered me on.
“See.” Master’s expression brightened and he looked so cute I found myself smiling and nodding again. “I knew you’d see it my way, pet.”
Wait.
Had I?
I tried to think of exactly what I’d agreed to but Master’s hips started making circles and rubbing his cock against mine. Moaning, I struggled to keep my eyes open as he leaned in and kissed my neck again. “I can’t wait to see how cute your little penis looks when it’s all trapped nice and soft with the cock ring. It’s going to look like an adorable little clit and I can’t wait to hear you begging your Daddy to play with your clit again.”
I hadn’t really called it a clit.
I’d just needed to so that we could make the men happy and not confuse anyone.
It probably would look very cute like that, though.
“You…you like when it’s soft and little, Master.” That was something we could both agree on. “I like being pretty for you…and…and Derek gave us lots of ways to keep it small and pretty.”
He was very helpful.
And interesting.
And handsy.
But Master liked that about him too.
Master made a low, sexy sound and nodded against my neck as he kissed me. “He did. He liked helping you, pet.”
“He…he was very helpful, Master.” I wasn’t sure how to explain everything else but that seemed to work.
“Yes.” Master chuckled, nibbling on my ear as he whispered. “We’re going to have to tell him how helpful he was once we get a chance to see if having a small pretty clit lets you enjoy being Daddy’s girl even more.”