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)
Which was actually what sober Ashton did most of the time too. He was delightfully confused about that type of scene and could never decide how he felt about it. Well, except when he knew what he wanted. So he was wonderfully confusing most of the time.
He kept me on my toes…which might’ve been one of the reasons I loved the nut so much.
“But I need to come.” His whine was close to the way he sounded when he was easing into little space, but it took me a few seconds to realize he was faking completely. “You take care of me. I’m your good boy.”
The brat was trying to figure out a new way to manipulate me.
He was so cute.
“Do naughty boys who manipulate their Doms get rewards?” My question had him mumbling a quiet fuck. “Excuse me?”
He was pouting as I dumped him on the bed and just kept getting cuter as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You have to stop reading my mind. It’s rude. Everyone agrees it’s rude and they can’t agree about anything.”
Who was everyone?
Nope.
“I’m your Dom and in charge of you. That means it’s not rude.” We had the strangest arguments when he’d been drinking. “I have to be able to take good care of you and sometimes that means reading your mind. Or would you like to have these conversations out loud?”
He sucked in a breath like he was horribly offended, but he also didn’t realize he was saying nearly everything he was thinking, so I wasn’t worried. “That’s so rude too.”
“Do you want to come?” Raising one eyebrow got a deep sigh from him and he flopped back on the bed, spreading his legs. “I thought so.”
Drama queen.
“Yes. I’m sorry. You can read my mind as long as I get an orgasm.” His theatrics seemed to make him harder based on the way he grabbed his misbehaving dick again. “And maybe tell me I’ve been naughty?”
Dork.
“You have been naughty, so I have to tell you that.” Growling out the ridiculous statement had him looking up at me with big doe eyes. He had the most interesting definition of romantic, and I was starting to think the romance novels he read were to blame for it. “I’m also going to have to hold you down and help you remember your place.”
“Under you.” Sighing out the words, he sat up and snuggled against my chest. “I remember. It’s under you.”
That was definitely from a romance novel.
Just a dirty one.
“That’s right.” Cupping his chin, I eased back just enough to make sure he was looking at my stern expression. “And I’m ready to use my little slut.”
“Aww, he’s so good to me.” Ashton seemed to think he was talking to himself, so I ignored that part. “Yes, Master. I’m your slut.”
“Good boy.” Between the words he loved and a gentle stroke to his cheek, he melted a bit more and looked like he was ready to start sprouting love poetry to my dick. “I’ve waited too long to use your ass, so I’m not going to be gentle with it.”
He was probably pretending his shiver was out of fright, but he’d grabbed his erection again and gave it another tug. “I…I’ll be good. Please be gentle.”
Ignoring the plea just made him more aroused and he started jerking himself off through his clothes.
Subtle, he was not.
“Stop that, slut.” Barking out the order nearly made him come, but the confusion held him back. He didn’t seem to realize he’d been playing with himself based on his frown. “Who does that dick belong to?”
Moving us toward actually fucking him seemed like the best idea, so I quickly released his pants and pushed them down to free his erection. When it was bobbing and waving around, I grabbed it tight and glared at him. “Who does this belong to?”
Ashton’s brain was working at about ten percent capacity, but eventually he swallowed and managed to work his mouth. “You. Oh, you, Master.”
Twisting my hand, I eased a finger under his balls and between his cheeks. “And this ass?”
He was going to come if I kept barking at him, but I had to stay in character, so there was nothing I could do about it.
I’d just have to punish him if he came too soon.
Oh well.
“I…that’s…” Licking his lips, Ashton mumbled something about saying the right thing and then aimed wide eyes at me. “You, Master.”
It’d taken him entirely too much brain power to come up with that simple sentence.
“Good boy, slut.”
Yep, if I dawdled, he was going to come and then fall right asleep…then in the morning he’d feel guilty about not making me come too.
“Roll over.” The rough tone to the order got another shiver from him and a wince when I tugged on his dick. “Is there a problem?”