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)
“Who do you belong to, slut?” Spacing out the spanks, I alternated between squeezes and caresses as I let him race toward the finish. “Tell me.”
“You.” His gasped-out answer and the spank that was timed perfectly with it had his head coming off the couch. “You. I. You.”
“Good boy, slut.” Almost there. “Look at that belt. Do sluts get to wear a belt?”
His body jolted as he couldn’t help focusing on the simple but sexy object. I knew he’d never be able to look at it again without hearing that wonderful snap just based on the way he jerked and whined. “No…no…Masters wear…Masters wear belts here.”
Something about that just did it for him, so I stayed focused on it as we got closer to the end of his spanking. “What will I do if you come over with that on you like you’re the Master in this relationship?”
I thought I knew what he’d say, but the reality of it was so much better than I could’ve ever expected.
“You’ll…” His entire body seemed to clench and I could feel his orgasm just out of reach. All it took was one more right over the center of his ass where his pucker was barely peeking out between his full cheeks to throw him over.
As the pleasure crashed over him, he was still lost in the fantasy of it. “You’ll. Bend. And. It. You’ll."
Orlando seemed to think he’d gotten the full fantasy out based on how he crashed into the cushion in relief and let his orgasm take him over the edge. It seemed like he’d imagined me bending him over right there and using the belt on him, and that was clearly a lot sexier of a fantasy than I would’ve imagined.
It still seemed to be floating through his mind as he finally wore himself out and went boneless over me, but my adorable cutie was never at a loss for words. “I…I think I understand.”
Was that it?
No.
“Scene fantasy versus reality.” He didn’t seem to have noticed how long of a pause he’d taken in the middle of that thought, but I was glad he’d given me more information.
“With the belt?” When his head jerked like he was trying to nod, I kept up my slow caresses and tried to go with what I thought his point had been. “Yes, it seemed like a fun adlib in the moment but we both knew that we weren’t going to actually try any impact play with implements this time.”
And I was very glad he remembered that part.
“I…I could pretend, though, and…and my brain tried to make me think it was coming.” Stretching, Orlando didn’t seem to be second-guessing anything as he rolled onto his side and snuggled into me. “Brains are weird. Everyone says so.”
Hmm.
That didn’t seem quite as big any longer.
“They are.” Shifting to a simpler explanation, I stroked my hands over his back and down to his ass as we cuddled. “But they’re fun too as long as we remember what’s real and what’s pretend.”
Nodding, Orlando purred like a cat as he arched his back out for more pets. “Spanks were real. Belt was pretend. Scary pretend but not really scary.”
“That’s right. Scary pretend can send shivers through us and make happy time even more fun, but we don’t have to make it real.” Just because he loved his spanking didn’t mean he’d want to explore something like a belt, but there were other thuddy kinds of play that I thought he’d enjoy. “And we have our lists and talks to make sure we both know what’s pretend and what’s real.”
If pretending that I seemed to own him could be considered reality.
“Real is fun.” Wiggling his bottom, he giggled when I gave it a squeeze. “That wasn’t big scary. I’m glad…I’m glad my internet people were right. Sometimes they’re right. Sometimes they’re not.” He shrugged and his oh well kind of expression had me trying not to laugh. “They were right this time.”
“I’m glad.” But we were going to come back to the whole the internet was right conversation another time. “We’ll try new things, and if we like it, we’ll keep it on your list. If we don’t like it, we’ll mark it as a no.”
“Lists are nice.” Closing his eyes, Orlando rubbed his face against my side as he yawned. “I’m not tired. I…I get…I get another reward.”
And he wasn’t going to forget it.
“I know. You’re going to get lots of rewards tonight because you were a very good boy.” He didn’t seem to need to hear the list again, so I stayed focused on our current plans. “And I know you’re not tired, but I have a bedtime surprise for you, so we’re just going to pretend it’s late enough for bedtime stuff.”
He was tired and it was late enough for us to be thinking about bedtime, but that wouldn’t be helpful to point out or fun.