Page 60 of Hiding From Laughter

“That’s much better.” His reward for thecreative problem solving was for me to yank his pants down and bare his ass,giving it a pat. “Much better.”

Burying his face against the bed, he pushedhis ass up higher and offered himself up to me. “I…you…and then…yes…Master.Yes, Master.”

That wasn’t enough words for even me todecipher, but his intent was clear when he waved his ass back and forth.

Now.

He’d been politely telling me to hurry thefuck up.

It was probably good the words hadn’t comeout clearly, but since he’d been saved by his own incoherentness, I reachedover and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. “You’ve kept me waiting longenough. You know what that does to me.”

The sound of the lube sent a shiver throughhim, but it was his romantic tone that almost made me laugh. “It makes yourough.”

Flowers and presents got happy wiggles, andrough orders and threats got romantic sighs.

I loved him so much, but he’d been veryconfusing to date in the beginning.

“That’s right, slut.” Squeezing one nakedcheek in front of me, I slicked up two fingers and slid them deep inside him inone thrust.

Yep, he’d been very productive when he’dbeen in the bathroom.

“You’re too loose, slut.” The unsaidaccusation of why had him whining and shaking his head…and his ass. “Then whathave you been doing?”

Oh, he hadn’t expected that.

His hole clenched around my fingers, and herocked his hips up and down, fucking himself as he whined. “I…I prepared myselffor you, Master. I…I’m your slut.”

It wasn’t bad for how muddled his brainprobably felt at the moment.

So I stretched my fingers as I slowly easedthem almost all the way out, and the burn along with the threat of losing allthat pleasure had him whimpering. “I was good for you. I was good. I’m yourslut.”

So fucking sexy.

Pinching the underside of his ass got ayelp and another shiver, and his pleas changed to moaned-out sighs again.“Yes…I was so good…Master’s slut.”

And he was very pleased with how that wasturning out.

But I liked him happy as much as he likedme being happy, so I thrust back in harder, nailing his prostate as I gave himthe rough play he’d been begging for. “Fuck. Yes. I…such a good boy…”

Laughing would’ve been the wrong responsefor the scene, but he made it so hard to play the rough asshole.

“My good boy and don’t you forget it.”Working on my own pants as I continued to tease Ashton was harder than heprobably realized, but I was sober so that made it doable. “In fact, I thinkI’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

When my dick was free, I pinched his assagain and as he cried out, I traded my fingers for the head of my erection.“Mine.”

Filling him halfway, I waited as he moanedand tightened around me. “Who do you belong to, slut?”

He made several sounds that gave theimpression of words, but it took a few moments of shivering and trying to humpthe air before he could make them work. “Yours…”

It was probably the best he could do, sohis reward was a snap of my hips. Filling him completely got another needycry…followed by a moan as he came and his body clenched around me.

“Brat.” It wasn’t unexpected, though. DrunkAshton came like a rocket from just breathing too hard near an erogenous zone.“Did you have permission to come?”

Pulling him up against my chest, I shovedmy hand under his shirt as I continued to fuck him hard. Pinching his nipplesas I chased my own pleasure got a beautiful mix of sounds from him as he triedto decide if he was being rewarded or punished.

“I…you…” Moaning out what seemed to be fuckas I forced his body to continue to try to come, he made rambling sounds as heshook. “That’s…”

“Masters can’t cheat.” But they could pinchtheir sub’s dicks and nail their prostates to make them cry out as theoverwhelming sensations shattered their alcohol-soaked brains.

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