“What are you thinking, pretty boy?”
Guessing would’ve made us both insane, so I focused on slowly peeling down his panties and enjoying the view as the water heated up.
“I’m wondering how to ask to delay my orgasm. I’ve been thinking.”
That wasn’t dangerous but it was slightly scary.
“I would be glad to help but I need more context to make sure I give you the right advice.” Nothing in his behavior said he wanted to wait for a negative reason but his reading and research material online had been so strange I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
And heaven only knew what the models had said.
“I’m so special to you, I think my first orgasm should be when I get my spanking and you take my virginity.” My first thought…I should’ve expected that answer. “I’m your doll and you just don’t do things casually.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“I think that is a very Owner way to look at it, but I want to make sure you’re doing this for you as well.” Quickly stripping off my clothes, I tossed everything into the laundry basket and took him into the large open shower while he continued giving me his serious face. “This isn’t something we put off just because I think that would be the sexiest scene imaginable.”
Cece’s face flashed through a dozen emotions including barely restrained delight before I shifted him under the spray and he sighed. “I knew you’d make this difficult but my brain isn’t working. All I know is I’m special, you’re my Owner, it’s like dirty book-level sexy, and I need the best story to tell.”
“All of those are valid points.” Especially considering how nosy Emerson was. “Alright, you’re going to look at me sweetly and tell me you want to wait for me to give you your first orgasm until I’m confident that you’re mine.”
“Oh.” He moaned out the word as his eyes opened halfway. “You’re really good at this.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant washing his hair or helping him navigate interesting conversations, but either way, I gave him a kiss. “Thank you, pretty boy.”
He gave me an adorable, beaming smile and curled himself around me. As he rubbed his face against my chest, he sighed and a yawn snuck out. “You…you…”
My boy was fading fast but he was stubborn and fought to get the words out. “You should use me to get your orgasm in the morning. That will…that will make you feel like my Owner first thing.”
Smart and generous.
I might actually have to be nice to Emerson going forward.
Chapter 19
Cece
This was either a very good idea or a very bad one depending on who I asked…my brain liked it and thought it was brilliant…my dick thought it was torture and that I was a moron.
But we all thought being woken up by the sensation of Master fucking his cock between my legs was amazing.
I was pinned face down on the bed and he was pumping his cock between my legs as he nuzzled my neck, and I loved the sexy sounds he was making. “My pretty boy is a hard sleeper with a soft ass.”
That was a surprise to me.
“What…” I moaned as his cock kept rubbing against my balls, making it hard to think. “What happened?”
Had something happened?
His tone made it sound like I’d done something but the only thing I remembered right off the bat was that I wasn’t supposed to come yet.
“You’ve spent the past hour moaning and alternating between grinding your ass on me and humping the air.” Master’s frustrated tone and hard cock was making more sense. “It’s time to pay the piper, naughty boy.”
Well, it seemed like the situation was my fault and I had put the idea of him orgasming first thing in his head.
“If we weren’t waiting for tonight to spank you, I’d have done it already.” He was trying to make that sound like a threat but I thought that sounded like a pretty good way to wake up. “But I’m not going to reward a needy slut who wakes his Master up moaning.”
Why not?
