Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
The innocent-looking Daddy’s mouth fell open, but Lorne sucked in a breath and found one word very quickly. “Master.”
His shocked tone would’ve been more believable if he hadn’t shivered right after and if he hadn’t tried to hump the air.
“We can…I shouldn’t…” Lorne couldn’t seem to settle on what to say, but that was okay because I decided to chase out every thought in one quick motion.
I spanked him.
With the dam broken and Lorne’s relief-filled moan filling the room, Monroe’s reservations fled in an instant…he even leaned into me and shifted his hand so our fingers were sliding against each other’s as we caressed Lorne.
“You both…you’re…” He definitely noticed, but his words were scrambled and got even worse when it was Monroe’s turn to spank him.
Lorne made another deep, needy sound and it was like he seemed to melt into the spanking bench. His eyes closed and his body lost all tension except for his beautiful erection just peeking out from under him, and of course, a few muscles in his back so he could make sure to keep wiggling his ass at us.
It was impressive actually.
“Such a good boy.” Monroe clearly approved, caressing over the pink that was decorating Lorne’s ass. “And you look so pretty like this.”
Lorne’s happy sigh and wiggle said he loved the compliment, probably as much as he was enjoying the spanking if I was being honest. “I like being pretty for you.”
“You’ve definitely succeeded, boy.” My rough tone had him smiling sweetly as a shiver raced through him, so I gave him another spank before nodding at Monroe.
He returned the gesture and spanked Lorne’s other cheek and we quickly found an easy rhythm where we alternated each spank before spending time running our hands over his ass. Lorne loved his spanking, that was obvious, but his favorite type of touch seemed to be when our hands moved over him together.
It wasn’t subtle in the slightest, but it wasn’t manufactured either. Lorne just loved feeling us come together as one to touch and explore him. Mates. He wasn’t hiding from the reality of having two of them and I knew that pleasure was making it easier for the two of us to get closer.
And I knew just what would feed that need and send him right over the edge.
Both of us gave him one more spank each before I laid my hand over Monroe’s and gave him a you good with this look, raising one eyebrow. His smirk was a cute combination of confidence and nerves, but I pretended not to see the worry as he nodded.
The littles were right…Daddies were the biggest worriers ever.
I’d thought they were just insane when I’d overheard them in the diner, but it seemed like I owed a few of them an apology for my not so agreeable thoughts that day.
But that could wait until we’d given our boy what he needed…an orgasm from his mates.
So I steered our joined hands down the center of his ass and all it took was the faintest brush of our fingers over his tight pucker for him to explode. As Lorne cried out, he clenched, trying to pull us into his body. We barely fed the tips of our fingers into him and that just had another round of pleasure firing through him.
He’d come completely hands-free from just our fingers on him, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do when we had him pinned between us. But that would definitely be pushing Monroe’s let’s go slow plan too far, so I shoved the images of all the different options to the back of my head and just appreciated the moment with the two of them.
It was perfect and only got more so when Lorne finally went boneless again and sighed. “Daddy, your monkey is broken, so you have to carry him.”
Monroe chuckled and leaned over to kiss the back of Lorne’s head. “My monkey is tired, not broken, but yes, he deserves to be carried.”
As Monroe cuddled our boy, kissing him again, I ran my hands lightly over Lorne’s ass to make sure it wasn’t too sensitive. When all he did was sigh, I knew he was fine. “Do you want your clothes back in place or do you want us to leave them off while we cuddle?”
Lorne groaned, not happy with having to make a choice, but he hadn’t given me any preferences about aftercare in his excited and somewhat abbreviated limits list. “Thinking is hard. Um, naked with a blanket while we cuddle.”
“Good boy.” Monroe looked pleased to have that knowledge and carefully picked up Lorne like he weighed almost nothing. “You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”
For manipulating us into giving him an orgasm?
For climbing on the spanking bench and wiggling his ass?
For pestering us until I told him where his dungeon was hiding?