Page 13 of Hiding From Laughter

When that was all he said, I knew his brainwas trying to run a mile a minute while he was stuck in tar. So I made acheerful sound and nuzzled right under his ear as I finally pushed his tinybriefs down to the floor. “Step out of your clothes, baby.”

He wanted whatever was going to come next,but he shivered and let out a soft whine. “Then…then my shirt comes off?”

“No.” The makeshift restraint was sexy andmade him look like he was trapped in my clothes. “Don’t worry. You just have tobe a good boy and do what you’re told.”

His head told him he should be complainingbecause he scrunched his face up, but his erection jerked in my hand and precumslicked the tip. “It seems part of you wants to be a very good boy. I knewyou’d like playing with me.”

Rubbing my thumb over his slit, I kept mytouch light as I made how aroused he was even more obvious. “You’re going to bea dirty boy, though. I’ll get you cleaned up once we’re done. Don’t worry. I’lltake good care of you.”

I could almost hear the quiet voice in theback of his head grumbling, but he just let out a deep breath and rested hishead on my shoulder. “Thank you.”

Ashton was aiming for defeated anddramatic, but his hard cock and needy shivers made it slightly unbelievable.Still, it helped push the scene in a new direction. “Oh, I think my boy needscuddles.”

Lap time.

Oh, that groan.

He’d already taken off his shoes and socksby the time I’d found him trapped, so it was easy to get him to step out of therest of his clothes, leaving him still restrained by his shirt. “That’s right.Careful like a good boy.”

At some point he was going to stop takingdeep breaths and say something but that was probably after he’d orgasmed. I waspretty sure he didn’t want to do something drastic and risk me actuallystopping the scene to ask how he was feeling.

That was too scary for him to contemplate.

“I…I like making you happy.” More adorablenoises accompanied the simple sentence and the sound effects made it feel likewe were at the stressful part in one of his books. “I do.”

He was wonderfully insane.

“I appreciate that.” I also appreciated theway making me happy turned him on. “You’re a very good boy.”

That turned him on too.

So I gave his excitable dick one more softstroke before patting the head. “This is a good boy too.”

More drama.

I kissed his head and ignored it. “Now,we’re going to sit in my big chair and help you remember who’s in charge here.Then once I’m sure you understand that, we’ll give you an orgasm. Would youlike to come?”

The too cheerful tone in my voice wasbarely over-the-top and nothing he knew he could logically complain about.

You’re too happy.

Yep…he’d have felt nuts saying it even ifhe was right.

“Yes, please.” His sigh made it sound liketorture was imminent, but I simply smiled as I released his cock and dug hisfavorite nipple clamps out of my bedside drawer.

It was full of fun but I knew exactly wherethey were.

“Oh, here’s your toy.” The joyful tone inmy voice had his dick twitching and him letting out another groan.

His dick was definitely the one that shouldbe trusted at the moment since groans weren’t safewords, so I tickled the slitand chuckled. “Yes. You’re excited for your toys and to have playtime.”

The way he rolled his head to bury his faceagainst my shoulder wasn’t a safeword either.

“Alright. Let’s go sit down and have somefun.” Carefully keeping one hand behind him so I could make sure he was steady,I slowly inched us toward the corner where my chair was waiting. Ashtonoriginally thought it was ridiculously large but that was because he was damnednear pocket-sized.

He’d decided he liked it, though, once herealized it was big enough to make him feel like Goldilocks sitting in PapaBear’s chair…and on Papa Bear’s lap.

He read the most interesting things.

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