Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Not giving his brain a chance to catch up, I patted the front of his pants before releasing his belt. “I’m going to make sure you can’t hurt yourself, though, don’t worry.”
That got me another wonderful groan and he closed his eyes. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Kissing his cheek, I lightened my tone and put a smile in my voice. “You’re being a very good boy for me.”
He liked that more than he wanted to admit because a soft whine escaped before he could hold it back and his bulge was perfectly defined as his pants fell to the floor. “I…I can behave.”
That sounded much more grown-up, but we both knew there was something about being my good boy that he really loved. “Yes, you can be a good boy for me and that’s going to get a reward when we’re done.”
It really didn’t take much to shift the scene just enough to make him want to squirm, but his cock was hard as a rock and sprang out like it was desperate for attention as I peeled the front of his briefs down. “Look. You’re already being good for me.”
Loosely wrapping my hand around his erection, I gave it a soft caress that was just light enough to make his face scrunch up. “I…I’ve been good…you’re right.”
Laughing wouldn’t have been the right response, so I had to hold it back as I continued the frustrating pleasure and kissed his neck. “Yes. You’re my good boy.”
Ashton couldn’t push back against that without what he was thinking being perfectly obvious. His dramatic sigh made that abundantly clear and was adorable. “Thank you, Sir.”
Oh, Sir was it?
That only came out when he wanted to push back but knew he shouldn’t.
“My good boy has nice manners.” That made his dick very happy and his brain very frustrated. The sigh he made as his dick jerked and wiggled for attention showed the mixed signals running through him. “I’m going to reward that.”
His groan was quiet but still filled with drama as he pouted. “Thank you, Sir.”
How he managed to make that sound so ridiculous always amazed me. But acknowledging that would’ve been the wrong way to handle it, so he got a kiss on the cheek. “So sweet for me.”
And he was going to be so desperate very shortly.
He knew it too and that seemed to confuse him because he wasn’t sure what to say. “I… Yes, Sir.”
When that was all he said, I knew his brain was trying to run a mile a minute while he was stuck in tar. So I made a cheerful sound and nuzzled right under his ear as I finally pushed his tiny briefs down to the floor. “Step out of your clothes, baby.”
He wanted whatever was going to come next, but he shivered and let out a soft whine. “Then…then my shirt comes off?”
“No.” The makeshift restraint was sexy and made him look like he was trapped in my clothes. “Don’t worry. You just have to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”
His head told him he should be complaining because he scrunched his face up, but his erection jerked in my hand and precum slicked the tip. “It seems part of you wants to be a very good boy. I knew you’d like playing with me.”
Rubbing my thumb over his slit, I kept my touch light as I made how aroused he was even more obvious. “You’re going to be a dirty boy, though. I’ll get you cleaned up once we’re done. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
I could almost hear the quiet voice in the back of his head grumbling, but he just let out a deep breath and rested his head on my shoulder. “Thank you.”
Ashton was aiming for defeated and dramatic, but his hard cock and needy shivers made it slightly unbelievable. Still, it helped push the scene in a new direction. “Oh, I think my boy needs cuddles.”
Lap time.
Oh, that groan.
He’d already taken off his shoes and socks by the time I’d found him trapped, so it was easy to get him to step out of the rest of his clothes, leaving him still restrained by his shirt. “That’s right. Careful like a good boy.”
At some point he was going to stop taking deep breaths and say something but that was probably after he’d orgasmed. I was pretty sure he didn’t want to do something drastic and risk me actually stopping the scene to ask how he was feeling.
That was too scary for him to contemplate.
“I…I like making you happy.” More adorable noises accompanied the simple sentence and the sound effects made it feel like we were at the stressful part in one of his books. “I do.”
He was wonderfully insane.
“I appreciate that.” I also appreciated the way making me happy turned him on. “You’re a very good boy.”