Page 59 of Hiding From Laughter

“Youhavebeen naughty, so I have totell you that.” Growling out the ridiculous statement had him looking up at mewith big doe eyes. He had the most interesting definition of romantic, and Iwas starting to think the romance novels he read were to blame for it. “I’malso going to have to hold you down and help you remember your place.”

“Under you.” Sighing out the words, he satup 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 easedback just enough to make sure he was looking at my stern expression. “And I’mready to use my little slut.”

“Aww, he’s so good to me.” Ashton seemed tothink he was talking to himself, so I ignored that part. “Yes, Master. I’m yourslut.”

“Good boy.” Between the words he loved anda gentle stroke to his cheek, he melted a bit more and looked like he was readyto start sprouting love poetry to my dick. “I’ve waited too long to use yourass, so I’m not going to be gentle with it.”

He was probably pretending his shiver wasout 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 morearoused and he started jerking himself off through his clothes.

Subtle, he was not.

“Stop that, slut.” Barking out the ordernearly made him come, but the confusion held him back. He didn’t seem torealize he’d been playing with himself based on his frown. “Who does that dickbelong to?”

Moving us toward actually fucking himseemed like the best idea, so I quickly released his pants and pushed them downto free his erection. When it was bobbing and waving around, I grabbed it tightand glared at him. “Who does this belong to?”

Ashton’s brain was working at about tenpercent capacity, but eventually he swallowed and managed to work his mouth.“You. Oh, you, Master.”

Twisting my hand, I eased a finger underhis balls and between his cheeks. “And this ass?”

He was going to come if I kept barking athim, 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 toosoon.

Oh well.

“I…that’s…” Licking his lips, Ashtonmumbled something about saying the right thing and then aimed wide eyes at me.“You, Master.”

It’d taken him entirely too much brainpower to come up with that simple sentence.

“Good boy, slut.”

Yep, if I dawdled, he was going to come andthen fall right asleep…then in the morning he’d feel guilty about not making mecome too.

“Roll over.” The rough tone to the ordergot another shiver from him and a wince when I tugged on his dick. “Is there aproblem?”

Drunk Ashton could not figure the situationout. He looked down at his lap and my hand and then back up at me. “Does heknow he’s holding my dick? Would it be rude to point that out? I can’t make himfeel stupid.”

He was fascinating.

“I’m sorry.” Blinking a few times, he tooka deep breath. “I’m…I’m slow?”

And doing his best to make sure he didn’thurt my feelings?

Maybe he thought if he was rude his grumpyMaster wouldn’t let him come?

“Then go faster.” Yes, I was fucking withhim. No, I wasn’t going to feel guilty about it. “I’m waiting.”

“That’s not good. Waiting is not good.”Mumbling something that made it sound like he was worried I’d just startrandomly jerking off, Ashton frowned and then lifted one leg over me andshifted onto all fours.

I was generous and rotated my hand with himso he didn’t accidentally injure himself. He just let out a dramatic huff thatsounded like he thought I was ridiculous or he’d worked entirely too hard.Probably both.

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