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)
He gave a start and looked around like he had no idea what I was talking about, but once he saw his hands in front of his body, he blinked and shoved them behind his back. “I’m sorry.”
That was definitely genuine confusion and went right to my dick, making me even harder. “You should be.”
The more befuddled he got the easier it was to stay in character because it was just so fucking hot. His arms were jerky and his body didn’t seem to want to work right, but my favorite part was how slow his brain was. It was like he was so turned on by what I was doing to him, every system was short-circuiting.
“That’s better.” Nodding as he slowly got himself situated, hands behind his back and knees splayed wide, I raked my gaze over him and settled on his hard cock. It was arching away from him, begging for attention it wasn’t going to get anytime soon. “Show me where you can’t touch. Point to it, slut.”
That added just a dash of humiliation and I got another full body reaction as I made him move his hand again. Ashton was blushing and squirming, but he pointed to the head of his cock and swallowed hard. “There, Master. I can’t touch this.”
“That’s right. Who does it belong to?” Nudging the base of his dick with my boot, I raised one eyebrow. “Should you be making me wait?”
I could almost see the circle thinking screen come over his face, and it took several long moments for him to blink and come back to life. “No, Master.”
And then it took another few seconds for him to realize what I’d asked him.
“Oh. I.” Giving his head a shake, he glanced between me and his dick, then back to me. “It belongs to you.”
“That’s right.” And it was so insignificant it didn’t even get a name. “Back into position.”
As he scrambled to get his hands behind his back again, I wrapped one hand around the base of my erection and pointed it at my needy boy. “Show me how a good slut apologizes to his Master.”
Shaking, Ashton took a steadying breath and slowly leaned forward until he could gently brush his lips against my slit. When he’d barely given me a kiss, he waited, knowing he didn’t have permission to move yet.
I gave my cock a squeeze, milking just enough precum to paint it across his lips. “Show me how sorry you are, slut.”
He had no idea what transgression had gotten him to that point, but he was quick to throw himself into his apology. His lips wrapped around my cock and he sank as deep as he could the first time, keeping a tight suction as he slowly pulled off.
“I’m not impressed, slut.” Not moaning that out and ruining the scene made me the best Dom ever. “Try harder.”
Stern face.
Rough tone.
Snapped-out orders.
Stand perfectly still.
Ashton’s brains might’ve already turned to mush, but as he set about enthusiastically apologizing, he was quickly doing his best to kill mine too. But since both of us being brain dead would be a problem, I thought about the most boring meetings I’d ever been in and started replaying them in my head.
It kept me from exploding too quickly, but nothing short of the apocalypse could’ve made me go soft when he gagged around me. “Still not impressed, slut.”
It was completely fake because Ashton was an impressive cocksucker, but we’d played out the game so many times I knew exactly what turned him on the most. I just had to get us there by being a dick. “Again.”
Shaking, Ashton bobbed faster as I sighed and played the bored Master, unimpressed and getting more frustrated by the second. “I can barely feel your throat. Stretched-out little slut.”
It was so far from the truth I could’ve laughed but Ashton looked up at me like he wanted to apologize again and swallowed around the head of my cock. “I’m going to have to keep a better eye on you, slut. I should be able to feel that throat when I use it.”
His fantasy Master was generally a dick, so I didn’t feel bad about the insinuations I was casting. I was an asshole. He was a slut. We were madly in love and always made incredibly unhealthy decisions. So it was the perfect dirty book romance.
“Half-assing an apology is no apology at all.” Sighing, I wrapped one hand around the back of his head and squeezed just enough to have a firm grip on him. “I have to do everything myself.”
Which included fucking his throat.
But since assholes were notoriously hard to please, I rolled my eyes and sighed as I slowly sank my dick deep again. He was well-prepared already, but I let the throat fucking build up to the rough bits, loving edging both of us.