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)
His head jerked without him thinking about it, but he still needed a reward for answering my question. So I gave the chain another gentle tug before releasing it to wrap my hand around his erection. I’d have loved one more hand, but the way he was rocking and trying to fuck his dick into my fist kept the clamps jumping on his chest.
Every jerk made them bounce and every rocking grind had them swinging back and forth. He was torturing himself better than I ever could, and I was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. Best distraction ever and best boy ever for coming up with a wonderful way for me to let my stress out.
But we didn’t want the fun to end too fast, so I alternated between soft and rough strokes…fast ones and slow ones…and just holding it while he fucked himself into my fist.
Oh, that was my favorite.
Ashton whined as his face scrunched up, and he sank just deep enough that he wasn’t overthinking anything. “It’s…it hurts and I need…I need you and I have to…ugh…”
There was nothing grown-up or demanding about his tone, but he wasn’t ready to hear that. He was the master of playing ostrich, though, so I pretended not to hear it too. “Then go faster, baby. I know you can do it. Show me how much fun you have going faster.”
His pout was adorable and I couldn’t resist brushing my lips against it. “Kisses for my good boy.”
The way his body jerked as I pulled away said he wanted another kiss, but the need to come was worse than his desire for more kisses. “Please…I…Master. Please. I need…”
“Do you want my help, baby?” Nuzzling against his neck, I brushed my lips right under his ear and got my own rush as he nodded and let out a sweet begging noise. “Such a good boy for asking for my help.”
Pressing him closer to my chest, I wrapped my arm completely around him so I could reach the chain, then on his next thrust, I helped.
Pinching the head of his cock, I yanked the chain and pulled the teeth off. The clamps were just hard enough that they gave him the perfect amount of pain. We both knew he’d love it, but what he hadn’t expected was the extra attention to his cock.
He cried out, shaking and bucking against my hand, chasing the sweet and fiery pleasure that was exploding through him. But as fast as the fireworks had hit, they were slow to fade and he ended up jerking in my arms, eyes closed as sparks kept reigniting.
When he finally came down, he was going to do his best to find where he’d left his worries, but I had a few more tricks up my sleeve. It was time for me to distract my boy, but that was what a partnership was all about…trading off crazy until we both had those rare moments were everything was perfect.
Chapter 5
Ashton
“No, I run on cookies and caffeine. I don’t need dinner.” I might never walk into the kitchen again.
There was stuff on the table.
I’d managed to get the cookies out of the pantry before I’d noticed what was on the table but then I’d seen it.
Well, them?
Yes, it was probably a them…but I wasn’t going to talk about them. I was going to eat cookies and never go into the kitchen again.
“Okay.” Micha was pretending everything was perfectly normal but he’d left them on the table. Diapers didn’t show up like magic. Even in dirty romance novels they didn’t pop up like magic. Well, unless it was actually a magic world.
No. I wasn’t going to get distracted.
I’d figure out if there were magic romance novels where diapers just appeared later.
“But…but I can share if you’re hungry too.” Yes, I was losing my mind but I was a good partner. “Let’s…let’s go sit down.”
Yes, that was a good idea.
Friday nights were for cuddling and hanging out. Just because I’d been a bit distracted over the last week didn’t mean our plans had to change.
Micha seemed firmly attached to his everything was normal routine and looked up from his phone. “Cuddle time first? I think that’s a great plan.”
Bullshit.
But he was so good at making it sound reasonable I let him lead me over to the couch and even handed over my cookies once I was on his lap. He’d lapped me. It was cheating because my brain only half worked when I was on his lap.
It was cuddle physics, so I just couldn’t help it.
Everyone who had an ounce of sub in them knew how cuddle physics worked.
“Thank you for sharing.” He was sneaky and kissed my cheek too. “You know, pizza goes with cookies, so we could order that for dinner.”
He was so sneaky.
“I’m not talking about what’s in the kitchen. There’s nothing in my contract that says I have to talk unless my health and safety are involved.” I’d read it yesterday just to be sure there weren’t more loopholes I could exploit.