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)
I’d do it if he hadn’t actually heard the question, but I needed to see what he’d say first.
“I… You…” Well, he’d tried, but every time I stroked the leather over him, he’d have to swallow and start again. Finally after a few more attempts, he squeezed his eyes shut like a kid hiding from something scary. “You, Master. You’re the only one who wears belts in this house.”
His legs wobbled a bit as the muscles in his arms bulged, probably because he was fighting to hold them back, but he stayed upright and left his obvious erection alone. But even with all that good behavior I had to fight the urge to laugh as he mumbled something about rules and not understanding how sexy they’d be.
It seemed like someone on the internet hadn’t explained thoroughly enough that orders could be sexy as hell and he hadn’t appreciated that.
“Look at me, slut.” He needed to see what he was doing before I could put him over my lap. Perfect. When his eyes were open, I set the belt down where his head would be and reached for his pants. “It’s time for you to remember who you belong to.”
His brain was still slow on the uptake, but as I pushed his pants down to his thighs and took a nice long look at his bulge and tight briefs, it caught up with us again. “You. I belong to you, Master.”
No safeword and still playing along with the scene had me reaching for the sexy underwear and slowly easing it down to free his cock. “You let another man touch your ass wearing sexy, fuck-me undies? Naughty slut.”
They really were sexy on him and I could see appreciation flash in his eyes before he was lost to the scene again. “Just for you. I wore them just for you.”
Scoffing, I pushed them down to his thighs and left him half-naked and shaking for a few long moments. When it’d cranked his desire up another few notches, I nodded toward his hard cock, a thick, nearly six inches if I was eyeing it correctly. “Well, next time you dress up, slut, you’re going to remember this moment.”
And he’d never be able to wear those sexy briefs for anyone else.
Oh well.
Orlando moaned and marveled at me again, but he didn’t say anything as I shifted him closer and it became obvious what he was supposed to do.
Bend over.
Just the idea that he was going across my lap had his cock jumping and he groaned as he bent over and stretched out over my lap. He was just tall enough that I wasn’t sure about the mechanics of him actually being bent over my lap, but being on the couch didn’t seem to fuck with the fantasy of the spanking.
And I liked making sure he was secure, so it seemed like it was going to work for both of us…especially with the belt being the only thing he could focus on.
“Oh…” I was pretty sure his sexy exhale was related to that wonderful leather, but stroking my hand over his bare ass for the first time seemed to be an amazing new distraction for him based on the way he pressed his face into the couch. “Master…”
“Yes, slut. I’m your Master.” And his Master had to admit to wanting to fuck with him and stretch out the beginning of the spanking…but he wanted to be a good Dom even more. “And you’re going to remember that.”
The first spank brought color to his round ass and got a shocked inhale that was full of wonder. Whatever he was thinking seemed surprised, but no safeword, so I spanked his other cheek to even out the color and sensations.
I let the feelings sink in for a moment, caressing over his ass and making sure he realized I was right there with him. “Who do you belong to, slut?”
Giving one cheek a squeeze got another moan from him and he shivered as he rocked against my lap.
A sexy-as-fuck sign that he was still enjoying himself.
“You…” His careful breath seemed to be designed to steady himself, so I gave him two more spanks to keep him slightly off balance. “That’s…you’re…”
“I’m your Master.” Giving him another round of light spanks, I made sure to keep them gentle enough that he’d get the sound of the smack more than any actual pain. “And this sexy ass is mine.”
Mine.
For the moment, at least.
His cock seemed to agree with me based on how hard it still was, but his brains seemed scrambled and all he could do was nod as I spread the heat and pleasure out over his ass. “You…that’s…”
That still wasn’t a safeword or a complaint…at least not the way it was moaned out as he humped my lap.
It seemed like his first spanking was a success based on the way he was working my thighs.