Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The turning of the doorknob caused me to drop my head, resting my chin against my chest. When Seth and Landon walked in, closing the door behind them, I felt the familiar calmness begin to wash over me. It was strange how I could be calm and sexually excited at the same time…but I managed. My cock was hard and proudly stood away from my body. If he kept me waiting much longer, I’d drip precum onto his clean floors. Mistress Samantha always spanked me for making a mess.
“Your chair is in the same spot, Landon. Have a seat and enjoy the show,” Seth said. When he was in Dom mode, his voice sounded more like a growl. It was so very different than any Mistress but still managed to make my cock twitch.
“I don’t expect him to last any longer than the others.”
With my head bowed, I was able to bite my bottom lip to keep from telling him to go fuck himself. He was goading me, I knew it and he knew it. I loved being whipped, whether it be a paddle, flogger, whip, or bare hand. He’d have to be incredibly bad to fuck up a session with me.
“Head up, boy.”
I raised my eyes and tried to hide the rebellion I suspected lurked in the depths.
“What’s your safe word?”
Uh oh. He wasn’t going to like this. “Rainbow, Sir.”
He simply snorted…in disgust. “Hard limits?”
“No water play, blood-letting, humiliation…that I know of, Sir.” I hesitated and then added, “No kissing on the lips.”
“Is that always a hard limit or a new one designed just for sweet little me?” Seth mocked.
“It’s always a hard limit for me, Sir.” Seriously? He thought I’d be afraid to kiss him, but letting him cram instruments of torture up my ass would be okay?
“Interesting,” he muttered. Looking around the room, he asked, “Do you recognize most of my equipment, boy?”
I took a deep breath and decided now was as good a time as any. “I prefer not to be called boy, Sir,” I told him, trying to sound as submissive as possible.
“Is that a hard limit?” he asked politely.
Son of a bitch! “No, Sir.”
“Good, then you’ll be boy until you earn a more deserving nickname. What does your Domme call you now? Sweetheart? Darling? Angel? Puppy?”
He was mocking me. I should have let the boy thing go. I was giving him ammunition to use against me. “She calls me Baker, Sir. I apologize. I overstepped.”
“Again.”
I stopped the growl that begged to be released. “Again, Sir. I’ll do better.”
“Of course you will, boy.” He motioned with his hand and said, “Follow me.”
Just as I’d expected, we walked toward the dreaded metal cabinet. I’d reached that whole ‘put up or shut up’ moment. He made a big production of opening the cabinet doors and then stepped aside, giving me full view of his garage of goodies.
Mother fuck.
Goddamn the man enjoyed ass play.
I played mind games to try and keep my pulse rate slow and steady. From the smirk on his face, I failed.
“I’ve spoken with Mistress Samantha, boy. She tells me you are an excellent sub, very obedient and loves to have your ass whipped.”
“Yes, Sir.” Finally…something besides my usual ‘No, Sir’.
“When we spoke back in Landon’s office, you alluded to the fact that you wouldn’t have any problems with anal…toys. As a matter of fact, you said it with such a lofty attitude that I was certain Mistress Samantha would more than likely tell me you were pegged on a regular basis.” He scratched his chin and I worked to keep my face impassive.
I knew what he referred to, but I’d never tried it. Never wanted to. Still didn’t.
“Imagine my surprise when she told me you and she had played with small butt plugs…and not very often. Do you think I was surprised to hear that, boy?”
“No, Sir.” I was back to my familiar response.
“You’ve disappointed me, boy, and I feel the need to punish you for it. Do you agree you should be punished?”
I fought back a grin. “Yes, Sir.” Maybe I could start giving myself little notches of victory whenever I said something other than ‘no, Sir’?
“Excellent. I have a special toy that I’ve chosen for that pert…yet, untried ass of yours. Would you like to go with what I’ve selected, or do you want to choose for yourself?”
It was a trick question, no doubt. My eyes flickered to the six shelves of oddly shaped contraptions, noting that the drawers pulled out which meant they were probably overflowing with fun, and then back to Seth. The grin on his face looked just as dangerous as the toys. He probably had a nine-inch, super thick dildo just waiting to shove up my ass. My eyes wandered back to the cabinet. Surely to fuck there was something in there that wasn’t obscenely huge.