Page 102 of Weston & Cyrus
His groan got a wicked grin from our audience, but Weston squirmed and pressed his legs together before he could catch himself. “I…no…that’s…”
Perfect fuckery.
Yep. That was what that was.
It was so good he had to fight to get words again, but I was patient and so was our audience. “I…I won’t play with my toy, Master. I’m sorry.”
“That’s better.” Conner thought so too based on the sexy sound effects I got from teasing Weston. “Who does that little toy belong to?”
“You…” Nearly moaning out the answer, Weston sagged into the couch, clearly having lost a few brain cells. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“That’s okay.” Leaning over, I kissed his cheek. “You can’t help it, slut. But you’re trying, so your reminder won’t be too serious.”
That got another fun shiver from him and his eyes glazed over. “I…manners…and…and reminders?”
It came out sounding like a question, so I took it that way. “Yes, we’re going to start your reminder with a few spanks and getting your hug on. Then we’ll go from there.”
Being vague always got the best reactions from him because his own imagination was more wicked than anything I would’ve suggested.
“You…” He shivered before his confused and curious gaze swept over the room. “Reminder?”
Taking a stab at what he was actually thinking, I shifted my touch so I was stroking his neck. “Not in the main area here. Don’t worry.”
Forcing myself to stop before I accidentally gave it away, I turned to Conner. “If you’ll excuse us, I have a sub who needs help remembering his manners.”
The drama queen’s gleeful smile had me wanting to roll my eyes. “Of course, but I have to say I told you so when I said we had to have this conversation before he lost too much of his brains.”
I shrugged. “Only one head works at a time in a slut.”
Weston whined as he blushed, but after a few seconds, he nodded. It was the perfect reaction, so I gave his lap a pat. “See? This one is fully engaged, so the big one is shot.”
Conner didn’t bother hiding his excitement as he did a little wiggle to make sure we saw how hard he was. “The little one is more fun than the big one. Especially with your cutie.”
“It is.” Giving his erection a tiny jiggle, I chuckled. “But it will get even more pronounced once his hug is on.”
“Hug as in it hugs his penis tight?” When I nodded, Conner giggled. “I love it.”
“Thank you.” I gave the penis in question one more pat before moving my hand away. I wanted to make sure Weston could safely walk, so I had to ease back just a touch. “He doesn’t get to use grown-up words because he has good manners.”
And because they got cute whimpers and sexy blushes.
“He’s adorable.” Bouncing up, Conner ignored how the motion had other parts of him bouncing around too. “Okay, you’re going to distract me if I stay. I’m off to give bribes and rewards.”
I wasn’t going to ask, so I just nodded as he hurried off to cause chaos somewhere else. Weston used the gap in fuckery to take a deep breath and gather up a few wandering brain cells because he was blinking and fighting to be functional in some way when I turned back to him. “We’re…we’re going to have a scene?”
“Yes.” That was an easy answer, so I started there. “We’ve got a scene lined up and it’s all organized. I worked it out with Conner earlier.”
I’d hoped to have a bit more time to work on the scheduling but he’d been a pain in the ass.
“That’s…” Weston shook his head before scrunching his eyes closed. “That’s why you answered his questions and didn’t push back too much.”
“Correct.” Otherwise I’d have been a bigger pain in the ass. “I needed him to help me get it lined up, so I had to keep the crazy man happy.”
He’d seemed to like what he’d seen, though, so I pushed a lot of the thoughts he’d given me to the back of my mind.
“We…we talked about it? This week, I mean?” His question showed he was functioning better than Conner probably thought, but his squirming said he was turned on. “You said we talked about limits and rules.”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a complete enough response, so I kept going. “We had several long conversations about limits in different scenes.”
