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This one had been while he’d been perched on my dick, unable to fuck himself until he’d filled out the limits list and had given me clear answers about what he was agreeing to.
“Which…which conversation?” My bark of laughter had him sighing and opening his eyes. “Master? I mean. Which conversation, Master?”
“You’re adorable, but no.” Kissing his cheek had him blushing, but it was time to start fucking with him, so I didn’t get distracted. “Let’s go get you ready for the evening. Then we can play.”
Technically I was being completely factual with how the plan would go, but he was a sexy smartie and gave me a skeptical glare. “You’re up to something.”
Why yes, I was.
“Let’s go before you earn yourself a bigger reminder and an actual punishment, naughty boy.” Because for my plan to work we had to stick at reminder levels of shenanigans.
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I just needed another second or two and I’d figure it out, but he never let me have enough time to make that work.
He kissed my cheek.
He patted my ass.
He squeezed my dick as he asked if my little toy was looking forward to being hugged.
And he kept smiling and acknowledging everyone that walked past us to keep me more embarrassed and stupidly squirmy.
He looked sweet but he was really evil.
My Master was also really distracting because he kept smiling and his muscles were bulging and his T-shirt was stretched so tight over his chest he made me…
What was I doing?
Trying to bug him.
Fuck.
How were we already at the locker rooms?
Wait.
“Where?” I had to. He was. “Where are we going?”
Master’s chuckle was excited and evil.
Probablysupervillain in a DreamWorks movieevil.
We weren’t at old-fashioned Disney but it was close.
Why was that the only thing I could think about?
Fucking hell.
Where were we going?
“There’s another one back here. We should have some privacy when I help you remember to be good.” He made that sound reasonable but there was no way it was. “Technically doing it in one of the rooms would be within your limits but I thought I’d be nice.”
No.
He was too happy to be nice.
