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)
“You did a very good job of following my order. I’m going to remember that later.” For the time being, I gave his ass another firm squeeze that had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Ask me sweetly, though. How does my sweet boy ask for a kiss?”
I wasn’t sure if it was the order or another random thought in his head, but something had another jolt of pleasure racing through him and got me another sexy whimper. “Please will you take your kisses, Sir? I want to be your good boy.”
Sexy as fuck.
“Oh, that’s very sweet.” Pressing him against the front of my body so I knew he could tell just how much I liked how perfect that was, I slowly brought my mouth to his to give him time to change his mine. “Sweet words make me think of naughty things, though.”
His whimper was just as sweet as his request had been but before he even realized what he’d done, I swallowed it as I took his mouth in a hot kiss that skipped over all the innocence and went right for the passion.
I didn’t want there to be any question about how I saw him or what kind of kiss I wanted from him. I also didn’t want him thinking about anyone’s grandma while I was holding him, so I made sure he knew it was his Dom taking the kiss he’d been promised.
Orlando’s whimper turned into a moan as my tongue stroked his and his knees seemed to go weak every time I tightened my hold on his ass, but my favorite part was the way he clung to me and rocked back and forth. He couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted more, so he pushed his cock against mine and then arched his ass out for more attention.
And every movement was accompanied by sex sound effects that vibrated through me right down to my dick.
When I finally released his mouth, there was no doubting how hard both of us were or how wobbly his legs were. My needy boy was barely staying upright and I was pretty sure his hard cock was going to lead him into some bad behavior if we weren’t careful.
“That’s a start.” Relaxing my hold just enough to put some breathing room between us, I glanced down. “Shoes off.”
I wasn’t sure how much more would follow, but it was a start and would make him more comfortable. But while it was logical, it wasn’t an order he quickly processed. Orlando glanced down at the floor and then back up at me several times before he finally nodded and slipped his shoes off.
He was slightly wobbly but the tight hold he had on my arms made sure he wasn’t going down…and that I wasn’t moving very far. “Shoes. Yes. I’m a good boy.”
That was definitely top thing on his mind, so I nodded and took it seriously. “Yes, you are a very good boy.”
His long exhale said it might still be on his mind, so as I shifted us toward the pillow, I did my best to reinforce it. “You listen to your Dom. You ask good questions. You tell me what you’re thinking when I ask. You’ve been honest about what you’d like to explore. You were very well-behaved on our date even when it was hard.”
His family would test the patience of a saint, but his cousin—second or third or something—had started the ball rolling by asking when I’d settled for cute and crazy.
Needless to say, she hadn’t gotten a tip, not that Orlando knew that yet.
“It was hard. Emilia is kinda mean and you’re really hot.” Orlando’s mind was wandering a bit, but he knew what to do as he got to the pillow and knelt down perfectly. “You kept glaring at me and saying things.”
So it was all my fault he’d kept doing the erection boogie at the table?
“You were a good boy, though, and you’re going to keep being good for me now, too.” It wasn’t really a question but he nodded as he watched me sit down right beside him. “All you need to do now to be a good boy is to answer my questions and sit where I can touch you.”
I’d technically meant appropriate places like his head since my hand was already there, but he shivered again and looked like he wanted to grab himself because he glanced down at his hands. “Where do these go? I need to be good.”
So he could get an orgasm judging by his mumbles.
“We’re going to start with them behind your back, one hand holding the other wrist. Yes, just like that.” Sexy as fuck…especially with the way it softened his expression and his worries seemed to fade. “When that’s not comfortable, I want you to rest them on your knees or give them to me to hold.”