Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
No, he made what he wanted very clear as he lifted his knees and opened himself for me without my having to prompt him.
“That’s right. You did a wonderful job giving me so many fun ways to make you squirm and beg for an orgasm.” The sweet tone seemed to be fucking with him just as much as the conversation was, so I kept it up as I kissed his cheek and slowly pressed the tip of the plug against his hole.
“I might decide that slaves get no privacy.” I kissed his forehead as I slipped the first inch inside him. “I might decide that slaves have to eat everything from their Master’s hands.”
As he let out a sexy, needy moan, I kissed his cheek and gave him a tender smile. “Slaves definitely get all kinds of spankings and pain…they love suffering for their Masters.”
Well, he would at the very least.
Ruslan probably had something to say about that, even if it was just to complain about possibly having to talk, but as I seated the plug completely inside him, all he could do was moan. “Master…”
“That’s right. Your Master is going to control everything. It’s going to be so much fun.” Kissing his cheek again, I pressed against the base of the toy and smiled as it started to buzz softly. “Rock your hips and show me how much you love the toy.”
He nearly went purple, but he did it.
As his hips moved up and down, he clenched around the toy and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Yes, I’d picked just right. Finding a toy that would nail his prostate enough to make him come with the cage on had been a bit of a challenge, but he had a very smart Dom.
“Good boy.” The excited tone and the cheek kiss that accompanied the praise seemed to have needy humiliation flooding through him. He whimpered and tightened his ass around the plug, gasping as he fucked himself perfectly.
It seemed I’d also gotten the humiliating praise done correctly too.
“I’m so proud of you for figuring that out so fast.” Snuggling next to him so he felt exposed and on display, I trailed my fingers over his chest, pinching his nipples as he fucked himself with the toy. “I think you’ve had a lot of practice. Have you been a naughty boy?”
He couldn’t seem to decide how to answer that question. “I…I’m your good boy, Master.”
“I’m glad.” Working one nipple between my fingers, I kissed him softly. “Good boys get the best rewards, don’t they? You love being plugged and getting to fuck yourself.”
Agreeing with that might’ve actually killed my drama queen, so I didn’t punish him when all he could do was close his eyes and groan.
No…it wasn’t time to punish. It was time to give him everything he’d silently, and not so silently, begged for.
Chapter 17
Ruslan
Was it possible to die from too much tenderness?
He was being sweet, right?
His tone was soft and loving and his hands were gentle…that meant he was being good to me. With the few brain cells I could gather, it sounded logical but it felt like something was missing.
“That’s my good boy.” Master kissed my cheek again, flooding me with warmth and making me want to curl into him, but then he pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. As I gasped and it felt like my eyes were rolling around like I was a slot machine, he gave me another tender smile. “You’re fucking yourself so good. I’m so proud of you.”
How that fired enough humiliation and pleasure through me to nearly overload my brain, I couldn’t have said…but it did.
I wanted to whine and tell him to stop, but he kept smiling and kissing me.
I liked making Master happy…so I fucked myself harder.
Or humped the air faster?
As my brain tried to turn that over and over, grasping about over the semantics of it, Master gave me another kiss, brushing his lips against mine. “I know you could come just like this because that’s what all needy attention whores can do, but I promised you something else. Do you remember what it was?”
His simple sentences pushed too many crazy thoughts into me and I couldn’t figure out any of it. “I…I like making you happy, Master.”
Yes, that was all I had to worry about.
“I’m your good boy.”
Yes, that was important too.
I started to tell him that again, just to make sure he understood, but before I could, he nodded. “You’re right. You’re my good boy and you make me very happy. So now it’s my turn to make you happy.”
Figuring out what that meant was a slow process that I’d barely begun when he sat up and pulled me over his lap.
Oh.
Pressing my face into the mattress, I groaned as his hand caressed my ass and he teased the plug. “Yes, I’m going to make you very happy and show you what other rewards a good boy gets.”