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)
More adorable sounds spilled out of him as he scrunched up his face and closed his eyes. Ashton was soaking up every touch, but it was wonderfully funny because no matter how hard he tried, giggles still escaped.
That didn’t seem to distract his fish, though.
No. It was happy to have attention too.
“Good boys get good rewards.” The slightly singsong tone had him trying not to laugh, but I tightened my grip and started to move faster, making sure he knew he could enjoy his reward. “You’ve been a very good boy for me.”
Some grumbling and stomping notwithstanding.
But since he’d been little at the time and had been following all the orders I’d given him, he had a case for that still being considered good too. He’d just been exploring another aspect of his little side, the dramatic brat side.
“You’ve been so cute and so loving too.” Making a pleased sound as his hips started thrusting up against my hand, I moved my fist counter to his movement and got a moan instead that time. “You snuggled me and gave me kisses and you’ve been so good at following my orders.”
Especially the ones that he liked.
“I’ve been so proud of you.” Going faster, I stroked my thumb over the head of his cock with every stroke and I could feel him getting closer to his orgasm. “You’ve been making me so happy and made me feel so loved.”
As his muscles tensed and he scrunched his face up tighter, his suction on the binkie made it sound like it’d pop any second.
“Yes, that’s my good boy. My cuddly boy. My special boy.” As his cock throbbed in my hand, I focused right under the head and he cried out, nearly losing his binkie again as his orgasm fired through him. His quiet toy muffled most of his sounds, but he shook and rocked into my fist, chasing every drop of pleasure until he went boneless in the tub.
And there was finally a yawn.
He always had to run himself into the ground before he let his body rest, so I knew I had to take advantage of his weakened state to make sure he got to bed at a decent hour. “My good boy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
His half-hearted nod came with another yawn and a confused look, like he wasn’t sure when he’d gotten so tired. But with the binkie in, he couldn’t tell me everything else he wanted to do or come up with a dozen seemingly valid excuses why he had to stay up.
They were always very creative and he generally had to read one more chapter, but all I got was whiny grumbles when he had to sit up and a pout when I started rinsing all the bubbles off of him. “Bubbles and jammies don’t mix. You’ll get soggy. And wrinkly. And you might mold.”
There was a valiant attempt made to laugh, but his body wasn’t cooperating and another yawn came instead. “Oops. Those keep escaping.”
I got a smile but he was too busy making sure his binkie didn’t fall out to laugh.
“Sit up on your knees for me.” The soapy bubbles had cleaned a lot of him, but I got the most important parts and made a mental note to shove him into the shower in the morning. “Good boy. Okay, all clean.”
For the most part.
The complete lack of protest showed I was right, but I made a mental note for us to do an earlier bathtime routine on Saturday to give him more time to play. A nap in the afternoon might help too, so I started rearranging things in my head as I rinsed the last of the bubbles off my confused cutie.
“You’re going to hold my hands as you stand up. If you’re careful, I’ll read you a book.” Finding something little Ashton and big Ashton could both enjoy was harder than I’d expected, but I’d found a few books where cute little animals went on adventures, and those seemed like good places to start.
Ashton went still as the offer of a book finally hit him, then nodded as excitedly as he could as he pressed his lips together around the binkie. Watching him fight his yawns was almost as cute as the yawns themselves, but I managed not to smile too much as we got him steady on his feet.
He was beyond exhausted, but it felt like we’d made a huge step in the right direction. As I wrapped him in his towel, I hoped it would be enough to push us into some easier conversations and him into a more relaxed headspace, but knowing Ashton I wasn’t going to hold my breath.
I was going to plan, though.
I was going to plan and plot and make a few phone calls on my lunch break.