Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
It came out as more of a needy plea than an actual question, so I gave him his first spank and made a low, approving noise as he moaned and pressed his face into the bed. “Yes, that’s my good boy.”
And since good boys got rewards, I imagined fucking him again as I spanked his other cheek.
The combination seemed to take away his ability to speak out loud, but emotions and random thoughts floated through the bond as I started up a slow rhythm of spanks that would heat up his bottom and make him ache.
He was just as passionate about the idea of making love as I was, and every thought about how it would feel pulsed through him like a mental orgasm. But even as he whined and rocked against me, nothing coming through the bond said he’d changed his mind about being on the receiving end of our lovemaking.
Klynn had been comfortable with the idea when I’d brought it up the other day, but desires could shift in the heat of the moment…or the heat of a spanked bottom.
“Such a good boy and such a pretty bottom.” Making sure he could feel how turned on he made me and how much I loved seeing him submit this way, I did my best to keep a clear head with my feelings for him front and center. “I can’t wait to reward you, baby. I know you’re going to remember to be my good boy, aren’t you?”
He managed to nod but even his thoughts were too scrambled to give me a clear response. I heard bits of random ideas and felt a beautiful range of emotions but there wasn’t enough working brain cells to manipulate me.
“Daddy.”
Well, unless I counted the desperate way he said my name.
“Daddy.”
The sexy way he called to me said how much he was feeling but it wasn’t enough on its own to let me know what he wanted. But luckily for me, the bond gave me a wonderful peek into his desperation, and the way he spread his legs and pushed his ass up was a good hint too.
And a sexy one.
I must’ve thought that louder than I thought because he managed a giggle as he started to shake.
“I’ll remember, Daddy. I’ll remember. Yes. I’ll remember.”
That was good to know, but I thought it had more to do with wanting to come than anything to do with manners.
At the very least it let me know he’d come to the end of his rope as far as holding back went, so I slowed the spankings even though I was still flooding the bond with how sexy and special he was. That seemed to be just as erotic as the spanking itself and made me wonder if I could make him come just by using the bond.
“Yes, Daddy. You could.”
Chuckling would’ve been the wrong thing to do, but his exhausted and still needy tone was cuter than he realized. I held most of it back and his lack of grumbling said it hadn’t been clear through our bond. “That’s going to be fun, baby.”
It was going to be a lot of fun.
Kneading his pink cheeks, I moaned softly as his opening kept peeking in and out as he barely humped my lap. “I could stretch you out on the bed and barely caress you as I teased you through the bond.”
Keeping up the firm touch with one hand, I reached over to the nightstand-like shelf he’d added to his room to give me a place to put my stuff and picked up the lube. Needing both hands to get it out, I practiced using the bond more deeply and imagined wrapping my hand around his shaft and slowly jerking him off.
Oh.
The way he cried out said I’d done better than I’d expected and he didn’t even seem to realize when I’d stopped playing with his bottom. “I could tie you to the bed and not touch you at all…your body would be aching for my hands and tongue, but your mind would be filled with pinches and kisses and how good it would feel to have my lips wrapped around your little head.”
Part of him was little enough that he wanted to giggle but the rest of him that was ready for very grown-up things moaned and pushed his bottom up to me again. “Yes, I think you like that idea.”
Wanting to distract him again, I imagined tightening my hold on his cock as I pressed one finger against his opening. “I’d make it feel like I was pinching your nipples and sinking deep into you in one long thrust.”
Just like I was doing with my finger.
“You’d feel stretched and claimed. I could make you feel my lips pressing kisses all over you as my fingers stretched you and made you whine for more.” I wasn’t sure if the kissing part was coming through perfectly, but he was enjoying himself enough that I wasn’t going to worry about it.