Page 58 of Hiding From Laughter

It was definitely a step in the rightdirection and got a kiss right under his ear. “What else can you tell me?”

Wanting to give him an incentive, I pinchedthe seat of his ass through his pants. It gave him a taste of what was to comewithout actually hurting him, but it also loosened his tongue and got anothersexy sound from him.

“You’re…that’s…” He was probably trying totell me that I’d cheated, but he couldn’t actually get the words out. “I likedmy bottles and tickles.”

Had he thought I wasn’t sure about that orhad it been the first thing that’d come to mind?

As I wondered about that, he whined andpushed harder against me. “And…I like my quiet toy. It makes my head quietertoo. Magic.”

No, little space.

“Special magic for a special boy.” Andteeth magic for a naughty one, so I kissed and licked and bit at the column ofhis neck, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “A very good boy who gavegood trades.”

He was also a slightly desperate boy, so Iwrapped my arms around him and stood up. “Hold me tight, slut. If you fall, Iwon’t fuck you.”

Clinging to me like a monkey, he shiveredand pressed his face against my neck. “I need you…and…you need me.It’s…your…you need me.”

That was probably about theusing hisassplan that’d gotten slightly derailed, so I nodded. “I do. I need thattight little ass of yours and I need your lips and I need to feel you underme.”

His body clenched around me, but he huffedand whined. “That’s cheating. Don’t make me come while I’m supposed to begood.”

“Sexy little slut. It’s not my fault you’rea naughty boy.” Pausing as I got to the stairs, I pinched his ass again andnibbled on his ear. It got the best reaction from him and my monkey humpedagainst me as he whined. “I’m the Dom, so I can’t cheat. Behave.”

As he grumbled about me cheating and tryingto make him be naughty, I behaved myself and climbed the stairs without distractingeither of us. Once we were safe on the landing I pinched him again, though.“What did I say about cheating?”

A moan was not the answer I’d been lookingfor, but I’d take it.

“Be good or I’ll use your ass withoutletting you come.” Ashton went still before whining, but I didn’t get any wordsfrom him.

Which was actually what sober Ashton didmost of the time too. He was delightfully confused about that type of scene andcould never decide how he felt about it. Well, except when he knew what hewanted. So he was wonderfully confusing most of the time.

He kept me on my toes…which might’ve beenone of the reasons I loved the nut so much.

“But I need to come.” His whine was closeto the way he sounded when he was easing into little space, but it took me afew seconds to realize he was faking completely. “You take care of me. I’m yourgood boy.”

The brat was trying to figure out a new wayto manipulate me.

He was so cute.

“Do naughty boys who manipulate their Domsget rewards?” My question had him mumbling a quiet fuck. “Excuse me?”

He was pouting as I dumped him on the bedand just kept getting cuter as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You have tostop reading my mind. It’s rude. Everyone agrees it’s rude and they can’t agreeaboutanything.”

Who was everyone?

Nope.

“I’m your Dom and in charge of you. Thatmeans 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 readingyour mind. Or would you like to have these conversations out loud?”

He sucked in a breath like he was horriblyoffended, but he also didn’t realize he was saying nearly everything he wasthinking, so I wasn’t worried. “That’s so rude too.”

“Do you want to come?” Raising one eyebrowgot a deep sigh from him and he flopped back on the bed, spreading his legs. “Ithought so.”

Drama queen.

“Yes. I’m sorry. You can read my mind aslong as I get an orgasm.” His theatrics seemed to make him harder based on theway he grabbed his misbehaving dick again. “And maybe tell me I’ve beennaughty?”

Dork.

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