Page 73 of Hiding From Laughter

“Ugh.” Rolling his eyes, Ashton wasn’t upto the task. “You’re just jealous that they found me funny.”

Sure.

“Jealous of the ability to make peoplelaugh?” Narrowing my gaze, I gave him my best badass biker boss impression andstepped closer to my adorable brat. “Would you like to change your argument?”

That seemed to shut down his last remainingworking brain cells because he blinked up at me and licked his lips. Nothingelse seemed to be working because he stayed like that for several long momentsbefore he came back to life. “Do it. Do it, please?”

We’d obviously jumped topics completely,but since I knew what he was begging for, I didn’t mind the idea or the shiftin the way I’d thought the scene would go. “That’s not how a good slut begs…orhow he apologizes.”

I was a flexible Dom and could be anasshole Master when the scene required.

And he’d decided the scene definitelyrequired.

His shiver was sexy as fuck, but I playedmy part perfectly and just stood there. The waiting and silence were part ofthe erotic factor for him, even though I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t a fearresponse, but even the content creators I followed to be able to do the badassbook boyfriend act couldn’t really explain it well enough either.

Ashton reacted to it beautifully, though,so it probably didn’t matter that I was slightly dense when it came toexplaining why he responded to it.

“I…oh…” Knowing he’d react seemed to beenough to keep us on the right track because he blinked and swallowed hard,barely able to process. “I’ll be good.”

Doubtful.

“Then where do you need to be?” The roughlydelivered words almost vibrated through my chest, giving them an even deepersound that I’d needed to work to perfect.

Luckily for my naughty boy, the internetheld a variety of curious tutorials.

“On my knees.” His sighed-outresponse came with a full body clench that got a potty dance wiggle too, but hewas too distracted to notice that at the moment. “I…”

Ashton looked down, seeming confused aboutwhy he was still standing. “Yes. On my knees.”

When he’d slowly lowered himself intoposition, I gave an imperial asshole nod before raising one eyebrow. “And?”

Blink.

Blink.

“Oh.” I could almost see the light bulbgoing off over his head as he pushed his hips forward and scrambled to releasehis cock. “I’m sorry.”

His brain really wasn’t working because thefact that he was still dressed surprised him. “I don’t know what happened.”

A severe lack of functioning brains is whathappened.

“All I’m seeing is a disobedient brat.” Thestern disappointed tone got a whimper from him, but I had to pretend to ignoreit. “Slow to act is probably going to mean slow to apologize. I might have totake matters into my own hands.”

Which in this particular case did not meanjerking off…it meant using his throat at my whim.

He was definitely going to pop if he keptclenching and shivering. No one had enough muscle control to survive that, butwe’d see how long he lasted.

“I…I’m sorry…I…you…” Getting the words andhis dick out were harder than they should’ve been, but it was probably becausehe was scrambling to find a way to apologize that wouldn’t let him escape theconsequences of his actions.

He liked consequences.

“I’ll try…” Finally freeing his erectionseemed to help the words too because he actually managed a full sentence. “I’lldo my best, Master, but I know…I know it might not be enough.”

Very good.

But it meant his brains were functioningtoo well, so I knew we had to remedy that before he remembered his worries andthat he had to pee like crazy.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” I thought Isounded a bit like fate judging if he was going to live or die, but he loved itand whimpered as I slowly reached for my zipper. “I’m not going to go easy onyou, though, slut.”

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