Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
“I do my best to remember everything we talk about.” Stroking over his chest, I slowly worked my way down his body making it clear where I was aiming for. “I remember the sweet things you tell me when you’re little and I remember the naughty things you tell me when you’re big.”
Caressing around the base of his dick and along the inside of his thighs, I took my time and teased my sexy boy. “I’m also going to remember how much you liked the idea of doing a fashion show for your Daddy.”
That had him groaning in embarrassment, but again, the way his dick bobbed gave him away. “No, Uncle Cohen. That’d be…”
No wasn’t his safeword.
“You’d look so sexy.” Coming back to his cock, I decided his brain was working a little too well and trailed my finger along the underside. “I’m going to get you some sexy jocks in all kinds of styles and colors. I bet I’m going to find some fun ones too. Some pretty ones and some that are just pure decoration. I think your Daddy’s going to love those.”
Ian whimpered, rocking his hips and moaning as he teased his ass and his cock at the same time. “I…I’ll be good for you, Uncle Cohen.”
Wrapping my fingers around him as a reward, I nodded and kissed his head as I started to jerk him off. “You’re going to be a very good boy and look pretty for me and your Daddy, aren’t you?”
He let out a soft whine, but the way his muscles tensed and the way he was rubbing his tender ass against my lap said he wasn’t upset about the plan. “I’ll…I’ll be good.”
“Good boys remember how special they are and they talk to their Daddy and their Dom, don’t they?” His reward for his sweet nod was for me to tighten my grip and to start teasing the head of his cock with every stroke.
“Good boys love to show off their sexy ass to their Daddy and Dom too.” On the downstroke, I spread my fingers and slipped them down between his legs to tease over his hole, loving the needy whine he let out. “And good boys come for their Dom, don’t they?”
His whole body shook as he fought the urge to orgasm, nodding as his dick throbbed in my hand. “Yes, Sir. I’ve been good. So good. Very good. Oh…Uncle Cohen…”
He was right…and he’d been very patient too.
Stroking him faster, I ran my finger over his slit and kept tightening my grip until he whimpered and begged. “That’s so…Please, Uncle Cohen…I’m your good boy.”
He was my sweet, beautiful, funny boy too.
“Come, cutie. Show me what a good boy you are.” A handful of rough strokes more was all it took to send him flying over the edge, crying out as cum drenched my hand. “That’s right. That’s my good boy.”
Jerking him off and playing with the tip of his cock, I kept up the onslaught of pleasure until he melted into me, barely trembling at the overwhelming sensations. When I was simply holding his dick softly, marveling that he was mine, he sighed and nuzzled against my chest, pressing a light kiss against me.
“Thank you for helping me, Uncle Cohen.” His quiet tone said he was grown-up, but the words said he wasn’t quite as grown-up as he had been earlier. Still, either way he was my boy and I couldn’t wait to spend the night holding him and taking care of him.
Dom…Uncle…the label didn’t matter. It was the emotions behind the titles that made a relationship real.
Chapter 7
Bishop
“I might’ve yelled at my old landlord today.” Confession was good for the soul, right? “But I shouldn’t be punished because he was poking my very last nerve, and I didn’t threaten him or anything.”
The fact that he was still alive was surprising…even my movers said so.
Cohen coughed, doing his best to badly cover a laugh as he shook his head. When he had his twisted sense of humor under control, he ignored my pout as he studied me through the phone. “What did he do? And I should probably ask what you said because the look on your face makes it seem very relevant.”
He was too smart for my own good.
“Um, well, he wanted to do a preliminary walk-through, and keep in mind this is a pre-walk-through before he does his actual walk-through next week.” He was a moron who was trying to make me kill him. That was the only logical explanation.
Cohen cocked his head like he thought he’d misheard me. “Why?”
I shrugged, aiming for innocent, but I wasn’t sure it was working. Stress was affecting my acting abilities. “The only thing I can think of is that he was hoping to catch me at a bad time so he could get away with stupid shit.”