Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“I’m glad.” Either way, that wasn’t a lie and he knew it because he smiled and looked like he felt ten feet tall. “I like it when you’re my good boy.”
Giving his cock a squeeze through his clothes, I ran my hand up his body until I was cupping his cheek. Little shivers were racing through him and I could almost feel his pleasure sparking like a fire ready to burst into flames.
“And I like spanking you and seeing you rut against me and listening to you whine and beg.” Stroking his cheek with my thumb, I didn’t try to hide how much I was looking forward to it. “So I really want you to be a good boy so I can make you come.”
Nodding, Ender gave the impression he was following along but that was the extent of his communication.
“If you’re well-behaved and follow the rules, you might even earn a finger fucking. Would you like that?” Knowing he was a bottom and knowing he wanted to bottom for me were two different things, so I was glad when that idea seemed to make his knees weak.
His reaction was so strong he reached out and grabbed my arms as he locked his knees. As he worked at staying upright, because he probably remembered that getting a concussion would not get him what he wanted, I nodded and smiled. “Oh, I think you’re going to be very good for me, aren’t you?”
When all I got was a whimper, I knew we had a plan and were ready to start. “Walk with me.”
Safely.
Slowly.
Yep, he wanted it.
Following me carefully over to the couch, every step seemed as thought-out as he could and he made it without tripping over anything or looking confused. He even managed to stay upright when he saw me grab the lube off the side table to make sure it was in easy reach.
It was impressive actually.
“Good boy.” He seemed steady enough that I released him as I sat down, lube carefully beside me, but I didn’t leave him on his own for long. That seemed like it would be tempting fate, so I quickly shifted my hold to his hips and made sure he wasn’t wobbly before opening his pants. “I want you to just do your best to talk to me and I’ll keep spanking you.”
I wasn’t going to expect miracles and the relief that flashed over his face said he appreciated it. His expression also made it much more obvious that he was tracking what was happening, which made me feel even better about the whole plan.
“Good boy.” As I eased his pants and briefs down his thighs, I stroked his legs and teased the tip of his erection with my thumb. “You’re going to have so much fun humping my lap.”
Ender groaned but his cock bobbed and precum beaded at the tip making sure I knew at least part of him loved the teasing.
“Over my lap. Show me what an eager slut my good boy is.” The overly cheerful tone had him blushing, but his cock was still a great signal for how the rest of him was feeling…and he was very eager to obey…so I knew we were still on the right track.
But it was the words I was starting to get concerned about.
Talking was not his strong suit at the moment, or at the best of times, but I was hoping that would change with the right encouragement.
That was still up for debate, though, as he stretched out over my lap and moaned, rocking his erection against my lap as he pressed his face into the cushions. But I liked knowing I had his eager consent to spank him, and I appreciated his confidence that he would be able to talk enough to earn an orgasm.
How much of it was overconfidence, though?
Giving him my trust, I stroked my hand over his ass and let him get used to my touch as the anticipation built. “Take a deep breath and show me you’re trying to relax.”
He liked having an order to obey, but I was also hoping oxygen would help his brain function better.
As I mentally crossed my fingers, he obeyed and I could feel some of the tension in his body easing. The important part was still rock solid and poking my thighs, so I knew we were still good. But he was gradually relaxing which I hoped meant he wouldn’t end up giving himself a heart attack.
“That’s right.” Squeezing his ass as a reward, I spread my fingers just enough that my thumb teased his hole. “Good boy.”
It’d seemed like something we should ease into…literally and figuratively…but I didn’t want him to think I was avoiding it. He wasn’t in the right headspace to appreciate my trying to be careful with him, so I focused on his spanking and helping him to earn an orgasm.