Page 30 of Weston & Cyrus
“So are we going to keep worrying about what we didn’t talk about in the past?” I was pretty sure it was the dry tone and raised eyebrow that made him smile, but I was glad to see him shaking his head. “Good.”
One worry down, a thousand to go.
“What is your next worry?” Might as well make sure he knew I was waiting for it. “Should I make a list or tackle them one at a time as you confess them?”
His frown was adorable but the best part was the huff and eye roll. “I don’t have a list’s worth of worries.”
Bullshit.
“Okay, so one at a time works. What’s next?” We both knew there was one even if he wasn’t squirming or panicked yet.
“You’re insane.” That was entirely possible, but his pout said I wasn’t wrong.
So I waited and something about the silence had him blushing and grumbling. He didn’t mind his own silence but it was different when I did it.
Oh…something about the humiliation thing?
We both knew what it was going to do to him in the end, no matter what it was from, so I just had fun enjoying it until he broke. “Ugh.”
This was the best kink ever.
“Fine.” Hiding his face against my thigh only seemed to get him more worked up. “I’m hard again and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Oh.
That was a worry I could handle.
“It’s going to depend on if you want your date to help you with that situation or if you want your Dom to help.” Either way, I was game. “But…if it’s your Dom that you’d like to beg for help from, that was not the right way to get it.”
He wiggled.
Oh, that was a whine.
“Is…is there one you want? Do…do you prefer one over the other?” I loved that he was feeling needy and probably greedy and still worried about what he should do to make me happy. Weston would never change. “I’m…I don’t know what to say.”
Because he hadn’t gotten this far in these kinds of relationships before.
“There is no right or wrong. Sometimes you’ll want one over the other, but I think it’s perfectly reasonable for you to still have a lot of desire that’s kink related right now. You’ve been wanting this for a long time, and it might be a while before that need is satisfied and it takes a back seat.”
I thought that was a logical answer as well as a good one, but he liked to keep me on my toes.
“Then what?”
Then what?
“Then we shift to different kinds of scenes for a while or we fuck like rabbits like normal dates.” Or boyfriends. Or partners.“If you’re wondering about something specific, you need to let me know.”
I was doing my best to guess but Weston was unique.
“You won’t feel…I mean, it’s perfectly normal for you to want to pick what we do and I don’t want to constantly demand it be my way.” Hismy wayseemed to mean to humiliate him, based on how he was squirming again. “It feels wrong.”
Answer it seriously and dryly or like his asshole Dom?
Thinking was not doing him any favors, so asshole it was.
“Because you’re a demanding slut.” My dickish response had him going completely still before a shiver raced through him. “It can’t be helped unless you spend a lot of time over my lap learning how to be a good boy, but I’m not sure you can do it.”
He moaned.
