Page 11 of Weston & Cyrus
“I’m going to take you out to dinner. I’m going to get to know more of your specific fantasies related to the humiliation, like if you’ve got a size kink in some way or if you want to be humiliated by having to worship my cock later.” The confident way he picked things out of my head made me wonder how the fuck he knew what I wanted. “Then we’re going back to your place and we’re going to have a scene so you can get a reward for being a good slut.”
I.
He.
That.
“We both know you can safeword, so I’m not worried about that.” He might not have been worried but he was incredibly fucking hard. “I’m also not worried about you not being into me because that’s so obvious it’s not worth mentioning.”
Fucking hell.
I had to stop rubbing my dick.
Moving my hands to my sides only made my situation more obvious, but it seemed like a better decision than getting off in the club lounge while he watched. “What…what if something happens…”
It wasn’t until he cocked his head that I realized how many ways it could’ve been taken. “Happens as in you get used or happens as in it doesn’t work out for some reason?”
Um.
“Yes.”
Shoot.
I tried to figure out a more logical response but he didn’t seem to need that. “Therapy is always an option. We talk out the situation with someone who’s got the right education to help us out. And if you come, I’m going to count that as a win for me and we do it again.”
He.
I was.
That meant.
“I’m flexible about how that could look, though.” Giving me a thoughtful expression that didn’t seem to match the conversation we were having, he frowned and studied me. “You’d probably have fun worshipping my dick and humping my leg. There’s also making you jerk off for me while I inspect your little penis. Humping something like a pillow would probably do it for you. Oh, you might also like it if I ignore your cock completely and just jerk off on you.”
My brain was never going to recover from the lack of oxygen it was experiencing.
“I…I think I’m ready for dinner.” I wasn’t sure what else I was ready for but that seemed like a good start.
The way it made Cyrus smile had me questioning that, however.
“Good boy for letting me know your tummy needs attention.” The ridiculous response had me doing my best not to blush and squirm, but he made it impossible. His chuckle said he knew what the embarrassment was doing to me too. “So we’re going togo have dinner and I’m going to ask you more questions about how naughty you are.”
Just the fact I knew how humiliating it was going to be made it the best date I’d gone on in a very long time.
“And if you can behave and leave your little cock alone in the restaurant, I’ll let you come once we have privacy again.” Head tilting to one side, he frowned again. “It probably won’t take you long, so we might even be able to give you a tiny tug session when we get back to the car.”
He was evil.
How had I never realized that before?
How had I never realized he was into me before?
How had I never realized how open-minded he was before?
This was going to totally blow up in my face.
Chapter 4
Cyrus
