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He said that like it would be so easy.
Was it supposed to be easy?
My squeak made him chuckle, but he didn’t stop playing with his toy, so I knew he was still happy. “You can also make me happy and be a good boy by using the right words and not trying to sound boring.”
I’d practiced that.
I could do that.
Toys and good boys and playtime.
I could do that.
I’d do that as soon as Master stopped sending sparks of lightning through me and I could find where my head floated off to.
Chapter 10
Cyrus
He was going to try to worry again as soon as I let him come back down to Earth and stopped making him twitch from the overstimulation, but he was enjoying it more than I expected and it gave me time to think.
I had to keep him off-center just enough to keep the worries away.
I had to keep him talking about what he liked so he could see that I was going to enjoy it.
I had to keep him seeing me as a Dom, not as hisgo out to dinnerfriend.
“I…” Weston whimpered as a shiver ran through him, but since he was also pressing himself closer against me, I wasn’t worried about him hating what I was doing to him. “I’ll use my good boy words, Sir. I…I can do that.”
“Does my slut want to make his Dom happy or are you looking forward to more rewards?” It would be both in some mix, but having to admit it made him squirm and whine.
Just waiting in silence as I gently rubbed the underside of his cock like a fidget toy got more cute sounds from him and eventually a sigh as he gave in. “Both, Sir…but…but I want to make you happy…I…I like it when you’re happy.”
“That’s because you’re a good boy.” And because he really liked making people happy as long as they were important to him.
Had other Doms not been able to see that?
“I’m going to make sure you know all the ways you can make me happy.” It wasn’t going to be that hard.
It had him letting out an excited breath and shivering again, but he nodded against me and rocked into my hand. “Yes…thank you. I…I like knowing that. I’m not good…I’m not good at guessing.”
We hadn’t been working on that type of communication in general, so I could see where he was coming from. But based on his dating history, he might mean that in a wider sense too. “You’re a very good boy for making sure I knew that. I need to know where we might run into problems because I love seeing you hard and needy and I can’t do that if you’re upset.”
He went still as he realized the connection or something about it sparked a thought. “You’re right. I. I don’t get hard when I’m sad or angry.”
“Then we’re going to work on making sure I know what makes you happy because I love seeing that hard little toy and rewarding you in general.” That got a nod from him, so I kissed his cheek and eased up on my touch until I was barely teasing his cock. “Of course…sometimes I might want to see it soft, so I’ll let you have playtime or I’ll lock it up, but that’s the only reason your little toy should be soft.”
His groan was sexy and adorable, but he nodded without protesting. “It’s…it’s your toy, so you get to have it like you want.”
“Someone’s being so good he might get another reward.” The too cheerful tone got another needy, embarrassed sound from the adorable nut. “Who’s being a good boy for their Dom?”
Yeah, the cute puppy dog tone really did it for him and didn’t feel mean at all.
“Sir…I…” It fucked with him so good he pressed his face into my neck, needing a second to catch his breath. “I’m your good boy, Sir. I’m being a good boy.”
“That’s right.” Petting over his head, I caressed down his back to pat his ass. “You’re my good boy and that’s my cute toy.”
And he’d be relaxed and happy as long as we kept those two things at the front of his mind.
