Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure if I should expect more words from him, but he was quiet and vibrated with energy as I sat down. My best guess was that his brain was at max capacity as far as casual conversation went. I knew he could talk, though, so the safeword part still seemed like it would work.
Sitting as far back as I could, I gave him plenty of room on the couch as I put pressure on the leash to make sure he could feel it. “Stretch out across my lap. Your whole body on the couch.”
So he didn’t wiggle off my lap or feel unsteady.
Wynn didn’t like feeling wobbly, and it would be distracting as fuck if he felt unsteady over my lap.
His head bobbed up and down, but it took his body a few more seconds to catch up. Once he started to move, he sucked in a breath and little mumbled words escaped without him realizing it. “Spanked. You’re going to. Yes. He’s doing it. That’s so.”
Nothing added up to a sentence, but his moan cut off the rambling as he finally got into position. Since that seemed to be approval to keep going, I draped the strands of the leash down his back and wrapped one arm around his torso to keep him steady.
It was definitely a good idea because just being in the spanking position had his muscles jerking and I could feel his erection digging into my thigh. Everything in me said stretching it out would just be needlessly fucking with him, so I eased down the back of his briefs and ran my hand over his smooth cheeks.
Every muscle in him clenched and he let out another needy moan as he relaxed back against me, pressing his face into the couch. I knew I wouldn’t get another more perfect moment where he wasn’t tense, so I brought my hand down on his ass in a quick smack.
I’d been careful to make it more sound than pain, and everything I’d read online said I’d done it right, but I found myself holding my breath to see what he’d do.
He moaned.
Thank God.
There was a gasp and a wiggle that came first, but his moan was sexy and deep as he pushed his ass up again. “Fuck.”
It was a good fuck not a bad fuck, so I spanked his other cheek before giving both pink sides soft caresses. “Who do you belong to, pup?”
He whimpered and went back to hiding against the couch, but he didn’t ignore the question. “You. I’m sorry I manipulated you, Sir.”
Taking my time stroking his ass, I made a soft sound and nodded in case he was able to see me. “I forgive you and you’re not going to be allowed to worry about that going forward.”
His head jerked and he sucked in another breath. “I’ll…I’ll tell you what I’m thinking next time.”
“Good boy.” Giving him two more spanks, one on each cheek, I kept them on the lighter side and watched his reactions carefully.
He was definitely emotional but the way his ass pushed up after each spank said he liked the pain so far.
“We’re going to talk about assumptions we’ve been making and you’re going to let me know what you need.” I’d always thought that wasn’t me, so yeah, the assumption thing was something we were going to talk about in great detail.
But as I spanked him again, letting the heat sink into him, I knew that at the very least he needed to submit and he needed to come. It’d clearly been entirely too long since he’d been able to let go, and I was going to be the one to help him with that.
Chapter 6
Wynn
Need…I needed to be spanked.
That was all I knew, so I pushed my ass up and whined. It must’ve been clear enough to Boone because he chuckled and gave each cheek another spank. It was like the first taste of something spicy that felt like it would be too much but quickly melted into something perfect.
Heat.
Pleasure.
Embarrassment.
Need.
There was too much going through me to understand why I loved the embarrassment of it all or why it made me so desperately needy, but the why didn’t seem to matter. Even Boone was just taking the confusing situation at face value and seemed to understand I couldn’t explain any of it.
He hadn’t even made me talk.
Best Dom ever.
And he said he was going to fuck me.
Shit.
That was.
“Right there. Please.” Why some spots were better than others I didn’t know, but he’d found the perfect one that sent sparks showering through me. “Please. I. Please.”
Yes.
“Such a good boy. Yes, I like hearing what you want.” Boone’s hand came down again on each side, giving me more of the incredible sensation. “Who do you belong to? Whose good boy are you?”