Page 90 of Weston & Cyrus
Why was that bad?
“The…the gym?” No, what had I been going to ask?
Master shook his head again and made that tsking sound like I was being silly or something. “That seems to be your favorite naughty boy spot.”
Oh.
That was…
He was going to…
“Let’s get your spanking started and I’ll give you a good example of how we can have private playtime there.” Master thought my brain was thinking clearly but he understood my legs weren’t functioning at all because he picked me up and shifted me deeper onto the bed. “Don’t worry. I know you’re going to be a good slut and help my toy to behave too.”
He kept saying things.
“No tugging.” Master looked like he wanted to laugh again but climbing on the bed distracted him. “If you want to have tug fun, then we’ll look for ways that you can play rougher with him.”
Wait.
He.
That.
“Come here. Over my lap, slut.” Master didn’t wait for me to figure out how to move. He simply took my hand from around my dick and positioned me over his lap. “There we go.”
“I.” He’d said something. “I don’t understand.”
Master rubbed his hand over my ass, giving one cheek a squeeze. “Hmm? What do you mean?”
Words.
Yes.
Words were important when he said something vague and dangerous.
“How…how would I play rough with him? With your toy?” Yes, remembering that made him happy and a happy Master made me orgasm. “How would I play rough with your toy?”
Master made a quiet thinking sound, so as he spanked me for the first time, it felt like he was using me as a fidget toy. “Let’s see…well, I’m sure Conner can help me work out the details but there has to be a fun way for you to fuck yourself on something while giving your toy a tug.”
Thud.
Sparks.
Heat.
Fuckery.
Thud.
Sparks.
Heat.
Fuckery.
“I’m not really the type of Dom to hurt your toy. I think it’s too cute for that, but I’ll figure out a way to let you do it.” Master rubbed my already warm ass as he leaned over and kissed the back of my head. “I think on all fours would make you look the cutest but I’m not going to be picky.”
God.
