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 was a question his brain could latch onto.
Nodding, he watched me with wide eyes as he tugged just hard enough on the soft Velcro cuffs to make sure he knew how trapped he was. “He’d…yes, he’d like that. He likes…he likes touching himself while I watch.”
Because Finley’s hungry reactions were priceless…and I had a feeling Conner had been testing the waters to see if Finley wanted to play with them. Finley didn’t really seem to have connected the dots, but Conner wasn’t like that with just anyone and it made me wonder if they were searching for a third or just for something fun.
Either way, it clearly hadn’t been right for Finley and now he was mine.
Wonderfully and completely mine.
Rolling his balls between my fingers and giving his taint some lovely pressure, I smiled as he moaned. “Because you’re so sexy and he loves being watched as much as you do.”
Which might’ve been the issue…two attention-whores did not make a stable relationship, even when a patient Dom was thrown in the mix.
Finley couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to blush at the sweet praise or beg for me to stop…or maybe to give him more. “I…Master, you’re…he’s very naughty, Master.”
The slightly confusing sentence seemed to be a mix of everything running through his head, and none of it was a safeword, so I just nodded and kissed the velvety tip of his cock. “He really is.”
And so was my boy.
But he liked playing sweet and he was delightfully innocent looking when he was trying to be good. There was only so long that could last, though.
As he finally started to squirm and another long suck had him gasping and bucking his hips up, he shook his head. “Master, what are you…god, that’s…Master…”
It was almost a sentence, so I had to reward him.
Scraping the sensitive tip with my teeth, I barely held back a moan as he shook and wiggled. “Master…”
That was still not a safeword.
“It’s my turn, pet.” Letting him catch his breath just for a moment, I kissed along his soft inner thighs, alternating between his smooth limbs as I lightly nibbled on the tender skin. “Remember? You got to pick one orgasm and the other was mine.”
It took several more kisses on his thighs and one flick of my tongue over his taint—which he’d lovingly offered up as he whined—before he realized what I said.
And groaned.
“Oh, Master…” His tone was a sexy mix of frustration and desire that made me want to grin. “You’re so wicked.”
As he mumbled something about fine print, I went back to thoroughly enjoying the pretty penis I’d left for my dessert. Every time he got close to being overwhelmed, I switched to his balls or his thighs before going back to his cock.
The gentle edging had him slowly getting hard again, but his mind was where the passion was whirling and making him desperate. His needy sounds and the way he squirmed for me as he babbled confusing half-sentences said he was right on the edge well before his cock had gotten fully engaged in all the fun.
When he was tugging on the restraints with his hard cock waving around, begging for another kiss, I slipped one finger into his still-slicked entrance and nailed his prostate.
Without warning, Finley cried out as his orgasm exploded through him, firing drops of cum onto his stomach as I licked the sensitive underside of his sexy cock. I kissed and nibbled down the length as his pleasure slowly faded, teasing his balls and kissing along his thighs again until he’d melted into the bed.
“Master…” It didn’t seem to be a question or a full sentence, so I stretched up over him again and pinned him against the mattress, still so beautifully restrained. “Yes…”
That was all I got but it was more than enough.
The tender expression in his gaze…the sleepy well-fucked smile…the way he’d given me everything just to please me…yes, it was more than enough.
Chapter 21
Finley
“We don’t just have sex. You’re so dramatic.” Frowning into the phone as Conner sighed, I turned and studied myself in the mirror, loving the subtle date look he’d helped me put together. It wasn’t too sexy but I knew Master would love the way my ass looked in the jeans. “We’re going out to dinner tonight. In public. With clothes on. Without an audience.”
My dick wasn’t even showing in the pants.
That was slightly disappointing, but I probably shouldn’t expect to be groped and shown off in public except on special occasions.
Conner refused to let up on his drama, and I could even hear a frown in his voice as he huffed. “Every time I ask you what you’ve done, you only talk about sex, or orgasms, or spankings, or making his neighbors jerk off outside.”
“That’s not what I said happened.” It’d just sounded like someone orgasmed the last time Master had opened the window. “Besides, you always just ask about the good parts.”