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His mouth was as big as the rest of him.
It took my whole toy in one smooth motion, sending fireworks through me as the shaking took over. “Master!”
I.
He.
I.
He hummed around my toy as he swallowed it down, but I was his good slut. I was still and I didn’t come. I was a good slut.
The words went round and round in my head until he pulled off, licking the head and chuckling. “Such a tasty boy.”
Words.
I had to tell him words.
“Come, baby. Little toys don’t last long. It’s okay.”
God.
One more swallow.
One more hum.
Master was right.
One more chuckle.
“My little minute man.” Master made another happy sound and kissed the end of my soft cock as I twitched and moaned and spun. “So cute.”
He was…
Evil? Wonderful? Smart?
“You made me so happy, slut.”
Master.
My happy Master.
I was totally screwed but that was going to be a problem for later me to worry about. I’d promised Master that today me wouldn’t worry and I was going to be his good boy.
Chapter 12
Cyrus
“No.” He was being ridiculous. “Enjoying the movie means I will not dissect the explosions.”
It didn’t matter how unbelievable they’d been.
Weston rolled his eyes. “I know you want to.”
Maybe, but that wasn’t the point. He liked the explosions and the action and had been on the edge of his seat the whole movie. That was the point.
“You keep nitpicking about the movie and I’m going to change our plans.” The vague threat had him narrowing his gaze at me and studying me like he thought if he focused hard enough he could read my mind.
He could not.
