Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Dirty nicknames bad or good?
Good.
Very good.
He sucked in a breath and squeaked before shaking his head, but while he tried to say one thing, his body said another.
He’d almost come.
The jolt that raced through him had his hips thrusting his erection against the bed and he barely held the pleasure back.
“Oh, were you a naughty sub?” Reaching around his body, I cupped his cock and gave it a jostle. “No, still hard and I don’t feel any cum. You don’t have permission to have an orgasm yet in case you were confused on that part.”
Making a tsking sound as he shook, I went back to helping him step out of his shoes and the rest of his clothes. “I think I was right. You are a naughty slut if just acknowledging it had you almost making a mess in your clothes.”
Oh yes, we were going to talk about his love of dirty talk.
Ruslan whined, shaking his head as he helped me get him naked, eager to get to what I thought would be his favorite part of the night.
“You’re not a slut?” I made a low disbelieving sound as I rose, running my hands up his thighs as I stood. Of course, he arched out again, shaking his ass as my light caress made him shiver. “That’s not what you’re showing me.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to crawl under the covers to hide or orgasm and explode cum everywhere. Shaking his head was his favorite activity, but his heavy cock was begging for attention as he tried to discreetly rub it against the mattress again.
“No, I saw that.” Such a needy boy…but I kept my voice rough since it seemed to fuck with his head perfectly. “On the bed and on your back. You can’t be trusted like this.”
He whimpered, the pout in his tone obvious, but he obeyed, either because it was easier than talking or he was trying to do his best to make sure he didn’t lose his orgasm.
Both?
As he crawled up, albeit slowly, I went around and found the lube in the nightstand on what seemed to be his side of the bed based on where his phone charger was plugged in. “Perfect. I knew a needy boy would have the good kind.”
He went a beautiful shade of red and pulled a pillow over his face as he obediently stretched out. “Naughty boy.”
That didn’t help his drama or the way his cock was waving around, but I wasn’t trying to fix either of those, so it was fine with me.
“I can’t help it, Master.”
Oh, he wanted something enough to actually speak.
“You’re going to have to, slut.” Making another tsking sound as I snapped open the lube had him moaning. “Toys and silky lube and such a sexy cock…you’re trying to make me want to come over every night just to watch you orgasm. I can’t have you trying to manipulate me.”
Something about the ridiculous teasing had his dick back to waving. “Yes, we’re going to have to keep you locked up so you don’t tempt me. A sub isn’t supposed to lead a Dom around like that.”
And his erection was waving hello again…it was turning out to be very friendly.
“Naughty boy.” Walking around to the end of the bed, I grabbed the toy and climbed up between his splayed muscular legs that were clearly an open invitation. “I’m going to have to keep a close eye on you.”
He didn’t seem to mind that threat either based on the sexy whine he made. “I…you can’t…”
Whatever he’d been going to say was lost as he spread his legs wider and I brought one slick finger to tease around his opening. All he could do was moan and bring his legs up wider as he hid deeper under the pillow.
The mixed signals could’ve thrown me for a loop if we hadn’t already dragged out some basic information out of my needy, dramatic boy. But he’d proven he could speak, he had his safewords, and he’d already admitted that all he wanted was to be made to come, so I wasn’t too worried.
“Master…” His body opened as he moaned and I sank easily into him as he fought to welcome me in. “Please…”
All I could do was translate that as a generic plea to come, but I’d have given anything to have been able to peek into his head at that point. But I was quick to remind myself that his wiggles and sighs and the way his muscles pulled me in made it clear how much he was enjoying himself.
“Be patient. I haven’t even kissed you yet.” That got a frustrated groan from him and his body clenched around me in protest. “No, open for me. Be a good slut and don’t pout.”
Oh, that even had his chest blushing, but he obeyed and relaxed around my finger. “Good boy.”