Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure if it was the images running through his head or the idea of the punishment in general, but something had him gaping at me in surprise as he shivered. “Oh, Master…”
Deliberately misunderstanding, I shrugged. “You need to learn your lesson, pet. But don’t worry, I’m going to check on you every time we go out to make sure I know what naughty things my slut is up to.”
I had to know when to tease him and when not to at the very least, so it was the perfect rule.
As his mouth opened, I smiled and slid my leg between his again. “There we go. Just like at the club, pet. You’ll have to imagine what it would be like to hump me again with everyone watching. I’m even going to be nice and let you come anytime you want. I just want you to do your best to hold out as long as you can, pet.”
Giving him a soft peck, I kept my expression as tender as I could. “I love watching you hump my leg, pet. You look so dirty like that, like a true naughty slut.”
All I got was a startled inhale, so I knew we’d run out of brain cells and I shouldn’t drag the game out much longer. “Alright. Ready.”
His entire body jolted and it was like he was suddenly ready for the Sex Olympics.
“Set.”
I could see his body vibrating with excitement and desperation as he waited for the last word.
“Go.”
He let out a beautifully frantic cry as his hips started to thrust before his brain realized what was going on. Finley’s needy noises had me so hard I hurt. But all my focus was on my sexy boy, so I pushed the distracting thoughts to the back of my head as he thrust against me.
My slutty little jackrabbit was shaking as he rode my shin, barely hanging on even though he’d only been humping my leg for seconds.
“Oh, everyone would be so shocked to know you were going to come in your pants. They don’t understand what a sweet slut you are.” Petting his head as he humped and whined, I kept up the sweet dirty talk he seemed to love so much. “This experiment is going to be so helpful. I’ll finally know if I can make you come in your pants at dinner without everyone seeing your wet spot, pet.”
That seemed to be his breaking point.
Finley’s frantic movements turned jerky and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he cried out. Shaking and rutting, he kept chasing the pleasure until it seemed to be too sensitive. When he finally sagged against me, resting his head on my thigh, I kissed his head as I petted it. “You did such a good job, pet. You humped me so fast and you looked so needy. You’re such a good boy.”
He let out a soft sigh, barely seeming to process anything but the sweet tone.
I knew what would make the scene even better for the sweet boy, though. Kissing his head one more time to make sure he was paying attention and not drifting off too much, I reached over to the end table and grabbed the pen and notepad I’d left there earlier.
Making a show of ignoring him as I jotted down my notes, I had his attention in seconds. “Master? What are you doing?”
Doing my best to look surprised it wasn’t obvious, I gestured with the little pad of paper. “Oh, I’m just writing down when you got your first orgasm tonight. I want to make sure we keep accurate records so I don’t lose track of when it looks like you wet yourself, pet.”
Finley stared up at me with a familiar is he real expression on his sweet face. Judging by the way it seemed to be bouncing between erotic shock and confusingly romantic, I had a feeling his thoughts were fascinating.
But I didn’t want him overthinking it, so I set everything back down on the table and went back to petting his head. “You were very fast when you humped me, pet, and you lasted longer than I thought. At least a whole minute. I’m very proud of you.”
Desire flared back in his eyes, and even though I knew he couldn’t possibly get hard again yet, his body was desperately trying judging by the way his hips shifted. He seemed to ignore it, though, because he nuzzled against my lap and smiled up at me. “Thank you, Master.”
He was delightfully unfocused again, looking relaxed and lovingly debauched as I stroked his head. “You’re welcome, pet.”
Tracing around his ear and down along his neck over the most sensitive places I’d discovered, I knew I could’ve kept him there all night. “You were so sweet and so needy when you were humping me. I loved feeling your hard-on against my leg.”