The half sigh, half moan he let out as his brain caught up with the orders was adorable and sexy at the same time, but the way he started bucking shifted it to sexy as fuck. “Master…I…I’m stuck.”
And he loved every second of it.
“I can’t move and you’re just…you’re in control…I can’t…” He’d have probably kept going but I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and balls to let him have more tug time. “Oh…Master…”
He couldn’t move enough to hurt himself, but it was just enough to scramble his brains even more. “That’s right. I’m your Master.”
Letting him play for a few more seconds, I kept my grip just tight enough to give him the pain he seemed to love without it going into the too big direction. When his moans were coming faster, I stroked the silky fabric he hadn’t seemed to notice over his chest. “You belong to me completely, pretty boy, and I’m going to have so much fun telling you when you can orgasm and dressing you up. If you’re a very good sub, I’ll even tell you what to wear in the morning.”
I’d have to figure out what he did for a living and his schedule, but it wouldn’t be difficult. A few texts or video callsand it would be easy. “But you’re going to have to beg me very sweetly to take that much control.”
Because it’d be sexy, not because I had an issue with it.
“I… You…” Little jolts cut his words off and let me know how close he was, but he didn’t appreciate it when I released his cock. He forced his eyes open and pouted at me prettily. “I like playing tug, Master.”
Leaning over, I gave him a tiny peck. “You need to practice pouting more, but that’s cute enough to give me a good excuse to give you your first spanking after I get you all pretty.”
Too much?
It was hard to tell because he always looked wide-eyed, but the way his mouth dropped open said something had struck him.
“You’ve got stuff to make me pretty?” His gaze darted around before it landed on the nightie that was resting on his chest. “Oh.”
Barely holding back a laugh, I nodded. “A naughty birdie had them delivered before our dinner.”
“Oh wow.” He just stared at the clothes like his brain was either completely stopped or going way too fast. “I’m going to look so pretty for my spanking.”
Ah.
That seemed to spark another thought because he finally looked back at me. “Eli says panties always look prettier on spanked bottoms.”
“I hate having to agree with him, but he’s right.” My boy melted again, giving me a sweet smile. “And you’re going to looksexy draped over my lap with your panties cupping that pretty bottom of yours.”
“Emerson and all the subs say spankings lead to orgasms.” He’d stopped his wide-eyed look, so I had a feeling he thought that was just what happened in a spanking scene. “When do I get that?”
He’d picked up some interesting habits from those subs.
“When I decide to give it to you.” I shrugged as I laid the clothes on his chest and reached for his underwear. “I have to get you pretty first.”
His cock sprang out as I peeled his tight briefs down but I didn’t let his cute handful distract me. My boy wasn’t so focused, though. “Is it okay? I’ve gotten mixed information from people.”
Huh?
“It’s actually a good size for your body and looks sexy if that’s what you’re asking.” Technically it wasn’t huge but that wasn’t what mattered. “If it was any bigger it’d look like you had a horse dick attached to your body.”
He giggled as I shook my head. “I’m not sure that would even fit in panties and I’d have to special order a cock cage for you.”
That’d be a mess.
“I’d rather look cute, Master.” He managed a tiny wiggle just big enough to make his cock dance around. “I’m taller than my grandmother. One short relative is all it takes to fuck with the gene pool. That’s what she always said. Then she’d laugh. She hadn’t wanted to marry my grandfather, so she liked the idea of making him nuts.”
That sounded unhealthy as fuck.
“Well, I think you’re very cute and you’re going to look Leashes & Lace adorable in your panties.” His ear-to-ear grin said he liked that praise. “I’ve got to get you dressed first, though.”
“I’m going to love being cute.” His fascinating squirrel brain started to whirl before I slid his panties over his feet. “Once I’m cute will you show me around my playroom?”
Before I could respond, his mind jumped again. “If you’re going to keep me, then this is my playroom. Ian said it worked that way.”
