Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
As we climbed the steps, I let my hand slide lower and gave one cheek a squeeze before moving higher again. “It’d be terrible if I didn’t know what you were curious about and all you got was one tiny grope and a cheek kiss.”
Giving him an innocent peck that was more for our possible audience than it was for him got a sigh and a pout from my dramatic cutie. “That’s…well, I like gropes and kisses.”
Chuckling, I focused on the door just long enough to get it open. “But that’s not a big enough reward for how good you’ve been on our date, is it?”
“No, Sir.” Orlando seemed relieved to be able to shake his head and make sure I knew it wasn’t enough. “That’s nice but it’s not a big reward. I was very good. Very.”
As we went inside, he mumbled something about orgasms that wasn’t as quiet as he seemed to think it’d been but it also wasn’t loud enough for me to have heard it clearly. “Very good.”
Since that seemed to be an important point for him, I nodded. “You’re right, so we’re going to pick out some good rewards for us both to enjoy.”
“Yes. You…you need to enjoy my reward too.” His quick glance at the front of my pants wasn’t as subtle as he thought it was, but it gave me some information about what a reward for both of us might look like.
The fact that he seemed to be fairly orally inclined also reinforced that idea.
“But you’re in charge.” Nodding to himself, he seemed to relax more every time he pointed out that I was going to be making the decisions, so I decided to make sure he knew he didn’t have to make any of them.
Leading him over to the couch, I put a pillow on the floor in front of it and did my best to find my Dom headspace. Whatever he saw on my face sent a shiver through him and he reached over to tug on the front of his pants. “No.”
Hand freezing, he looked down and realized what he’d done. “Sorry. That’s rude.”
Well, technically?
Maybe?
“No, it’s just mine.” The dryly delivered line got a jolt from him and it seemed to fire right to his dick based on how he rocked his hips forward and whined. “When you are in this house, that naughty cock of yours belongs to me. No touching. No tugging. No orgasming without permission. Is that clear?”
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
His eyes were the size of plates and he looked like a cartoon character, but after a few more seconds he nodded slowly. “Green. Yes. Green. Rules. You…you make rules.”
“That’s right.” And he seemed to approve of that based on how his hand had tried to jerk toward his dick again. “But you have to agree to the rules. You just told me you were green and you agreed to the rule, though. So there will be consequences if you disobey it.”
Oh, he was tempted.
Very tempted.
As I wondered if he’d ask about consequences or test me to see what would happen if he squeezed his dick again, his inner monologue must’ve decided that wasn’t a good idea. “I’ll be a good boy.”
For the time being.
But I could work with that and decided to reinforce the good behavior by wrapping my arm around him again and giving his ass another squeeze as I pulled him roughly against me. “I’m glad. I want to be able to reward you tonight. I’ll find a reason to punish you another time.”
He was back to being shocked, but it seemed to be a good thing based on the way he pressed closer to me. “You’re…you’re in charge.”
“Of you and your cock. Yes.” Massaging his ass to make sure he remembered all the parts I could claim ownership of, I kept his gaze on mine because that seemed to make his knees weak. “And of how I’m going to reward you.”
It wasn’t a question but he nodded anyway. “Green. Yes. I’m green.”
That was also something I was going to reinforce, so I hummed softly and leaned down to kiss right under his ear. “Good boy. Thank you for telling me what color you are.”
He let out the softest, sexiest moan but it quickly turned into a whine as I straightened. Orlando was nearly vibrating with something pent up inside him, but when he stayed quiet, I knew he was debating what would be good and what wouldn’t.
My naughty boy wasn’t going to lose his rewards.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Making it a simple order had relief popping out of him like a balloon.
“I wanted a real kiss. A mouth kiss. I promised you a grown-up kiss. I wanted to give you that. To let you take that. Yes. You’re taking the kiss I promised you.” When he reached the version he liked, the flood of information stopped and he just stared at me.