Page 31 of Weston & Cyrus
I was amazing…and this was still not as hard as he seemed to think it was, so other Doms were bigger idiots than I’d originally thought.
“So when you get needy and want to beg to have hump time or to be used, I’m just going to enjoy my slut and punish you later if you can’t follow directions.” He was at the very least pretending to hide against my thigh, so I shrugged and frowned in case he could still see me. “There’s no reason I can’t enjoy my slut, though.”
Yep, just a Dom with a slut, so I was going to have fun with him.
Something about it had Weston’s hips rocking and he seemed to tighten his legs together to get better friction against his dick, but that wasn’t the way the humiliation game was played.Clearing my throat had him going still again, but I had to lean down and give his ass a tiny pop to make him feel naughtier.
It wasn’t any kind of a real spanking but it got a squeak from him. Hmm. Maybe because it wasn’t a real spanking it felt more humiliating? I was going to have to think about that, but I just reveled in the fun for the time being. “No.”
The simple naughty boy kind of tone had his entire body lighting up like he’d almost come again. “I…I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I doubt that.” I thought the sigh I let out gave it the perfect asshole tone, but I probably should’ve rolled my eyes too. “But how should you have apologized?”
That hadn’t been nearly humiliating enough for him.
“I already told you we’re going to keep practicing until you get it right the first time, every time.” Because that was going to be fun.
His whimper said he knew it too.
“I…” Taking a slightly ragged breath, he managed to stay still for several long moments before his hips jerked again and he gave in. “I’m sorry I…I’m sorry I tried to play with my toy, Sir.”
“That’s better. But let’s try again.” My disappointed tone had another shiver racing through him. “You’re trying to sound too boring and we both know that’s not who you are. No playing pretend here. So be a good boy and try again.”
That got another jerk from him and it looked like he was trying to hump the bed, but he’d tucked his legs under his torso and couldn’t manage that yet. Something about it had him sinking deeper into the right headspace again, though.
His sexy whine made me smile, and I was his asshole Dom, so I didn’t even have to hide it. “I’m…I’m sorry I tried to play…to play humpies on the bed with your toy, Sir.”
Oh, I liked that one.
“Good boy.” Petting his head, I used the kindergarten teacher tone that always made him squirm. It was close to the tone the Daddies used, but the exaggerated emotions of it made him react amazingly. “That’s my toy and you didn’t ask for humpies.”
Best. Kink. Ever.
“Now, let’s try to handle that little problem of yours.”
This just kept getting better and better.
Chapter 9
Weston
There had to be more things I was supposed to be worried about but he kept frying my brain. “How does my slut want to come?”
That did not help the brain problem.
“Do you want bed humpies or do you want to climb up in my lap and ask for me to play with that little toy?” Hisyou’re a cute puppytone was fucking with my head, and it felt like it was keeping the world off-center. “Is there another game you want to play?”
He was so good at frying my brain.
But simply trying to hold on to logical thoughts about how easily this style of domination came to him wasn’t enough to keep me grounded in reality where I could remember my fears.
I was going to have to figure out something else next time.
“I…I just want to come.” And have him keep humiliating me. “Please help, Sir.”
“My cute slut.” His soft caresses over my head were amazing, but it was his quiet chuckle that sent hot and cold flashing through me again and killing off a few more brain cells. “Well, you got to have humpies earlier, so let’s have toy time now.”
The ridiculous almost baby talk wording shouldnothave been that hot…but it was.
