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)
Finley nearly melted at the praise, but when Conner reached out and took the leash from me to stroke his hand along it like it was a cock, Finley was a goner. Everything in the room faded and he didn’t even seem to notice the lights dimming around us or the way the thumping beat of the music slowly got louder.
“It’s so soft and I bet it feels so good when your Master tugs on it.” Conner pulled on the leash just hard enough to have Finley moaning as pleasure rolled through him.
As he watched Conner slowly jerk off his leash, he nodded and licked his lips. “Master makes me feel so good when he tugs on it, and he’s so sweet, he even does it while everyone’s watching.”
Blushing innocently as Conner nodded and kept jerking off his leash, Finley’s voice dropped just a hair. “He loves that I like being watched.”
Slowly stroking his fingers along the butter-soft leather, Conner nodded and his smile took on a hint of sweetness for a moment. “I found the best Master for you, didn’t I, Finley?”
Before I could decide where the conversation was headed, Finley nodded. “Yes, he’s wonderful.”
As Conner agreed with him, giving him a little nod, the sound of the music intensified and his hips started to sway, mesmerizing Finley, which had his paper-thin filter melting away. “He’s so sweet and he finds the best way to show me that he likes my slutty side.”
Conner’s clearly unrestrained cock moved in time to the music under the almost non-existent fabric, but Finley’s gaze roamed all over the sexy man. Not getting caught up in just one aspect of the erotic movements, Finley barely swayed to the music as Conner used the leash to connect them as he danced.
“He loves that you’re a naughty boy.” Conner tugged at Finley’s leash before my awed boy could do more than nod. “He told me how special you were and how sexy you were when he called about planning our night together.”
Just dancing, right?
I wasn’t sure if it was for the audience or to fuck with me, but either way, I told myself we’d come back to that later. For now, the way Finley’s hands clung to my arms as he shivered was the most important thing in the room.
“He shows me how special I am…and his imagination is wonderful.” Moving his body to faintly mirror Conner’s sexy undulations, Finley sighed. “He let me be his slutty girlfriend and didn’t hide me from his neighbors.”
I thought that was the cutest way to explain how I showed my love, but he took it to another level as he let out another soft romantic sound. “He even told his parents about me. I’m his boyfriend too.”
Conner made a happy, pleased sound like it was wonderfully erotic. “Oh, that’s very sweet, Finley.”
Sweet seemed to be code for sexy to him too because Conner inched closer until he was almost brushing against us as he danced. But instead of using Finley’s body to get himself off, the sexy troublemaker trailed the leash down his own body, teasing it over the barely restrained bulge that moved with every sway.
Finley nearly stopped breathing as his new favorite toy was now teasing the dick of one of his favorite people. Conner knew it too. I could see the pleasure pulsing through him as he pulled Finley deeper under his spell.
Tugging again, Conner made Finley moan and rock against my erection. The sexy smirk he flashed Finley only made my dramatic boy even more turned on which Conner loved. “You have the best Dom, don’t you, Finley?”
My sweet boy nodded, holding me even tighter as he moved over me and shivered again, the pleasure swelling higher with every tug of the leash. “He’s wonderful. I’m not supposed to know. It’s a secret. But he bought me a permanent collar.”
That was a delightfully subtle hint.
But it made Conner’s eyes gleam with pride and pleasure. He was going to hang putting us together over my head for the rest of my life.
“I won’t tell, Finley.” Conner’s honeyed tone sent another flash of desire through my needy boy. “But I’m going to have to think of a way to celebrate your collaring. Something special for my favorite slutty friend.”
Finley seemed to take that as the highest praise, almost drunk on the words and the way Conner was hypnotizing him. “You’re my special scary friend.”
That seemed to please Conner inordinately.
Desire and something prideful flashed in his eyes again as his hips snapped forward. Finley jolted like Conner had thrust into him in one rough stroke, pulling a moan out of him as his fingers dug bruises into my arms.
Something about that moment shifted the tone in the room and as the lights lowered even more, the halo of light around Conner made him seem like he was the center of the world and every gaze was being pulled into his gravity. He might’ve been the one moving, dancing with Finley’s leash as he held him tight, but we were the planets circling around him as he shone brightly.