Page 20 of Hiding From Laughter

Micha

“It’s weird. I mean. It looks normal and that’s weird. There are even soap dispensers like a hotel.”

Ashton was just standing in the expensive-looking bathroom and seemed frozen in place. He’d walked in just fine and had even watched me put some of our stuff on the dry side, but then his brain had started overloading. “I don’t know what I was expecting but normal wasn’t it.”

There didn’t seem to be a reasonable response to the interesting peek into his mind, so I ignored it. “I’m going to find a way to punish you for that stunt by the front desk.”

His giggle as he turned around to face me said he wasn’t too worried about that. “The front desk guy thought we were funny.”

“You. He thought you were funny.”

And so did the owner. “And ridiculous and naughty.”

But since those seemed to be the qualities in Ashton that Conner liked best, I wasn’t too worried any longer.

Doing his best to look innocent as he aimed wide eyes up at me, Ashton frowned. “Me? No. I was polite and obeyed instructions, and I didn’t even complain about being lapped.”

He’d needed the reminder to behave and someone to hide against just in case he’d gotten too stressed. It was also the only position he’d actually talk in, and I was pretty sure they wouldn’t have let us in without some form of meaningful communication from Ashton.

“You complain about everything. Just because it wasn’t out loud doesn’t mean it wasn’t in your head.”

He’d definitely been snarky in his mind. “I think that makes it reasonable to add to the naughty list.”

Ashton huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s ridiculous.”

“That’s a poor comeback so you know I’m right.”

Glaring at him got a shiver from the naughty boy. “If I’m wrong, please explain what you were thinking. In detail.”

“Ugh.”

Rolling his eyes, Ashton wasn’t up to the task. “You’re just jealous that they found me funny.”

Sure.

“Jealous of the ability to make people laugh?”

Narrowing my gaze, I gave him my best badass biker boss impression and stepped closer to my adorable brat. “Would you like to change your argument?”

That seemed to shut down his last remaining working brain cells because he blinked up at me and licked his lips. Nothing else seemed to be working because he stayed like that for several long moments before he came back to life. “Do it. Do it, please?”

We’d obviously jumped topics completely, but since I knew what he was begging for, I didn’t mind the idea or the shift in the way I’d thought the scene would go. “That’s not how a good slut begs…or how he apologizes.”

I was a flexible Dom and could be an asshole Master when the scene required.

And he’d decided the scene definitely required.

His shiver was sexy as fuck, but I played my part perfectly and just stood there. The waiting and silence were part of the erotic factor for him, even though I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t a fear response, but even the content creators I followed to be able to do the badass book boyfriend act couldn’t really explain it well enough either.

Ashton reacted to it beautifully, though, so it probably didn’t matter that I was slightly dense when it came to explaining why he responded to it.

“I…oh…”

Knowing he’d react seemed to be enough to keep us on the right track because he blinked and swallowed hard, barely able to process. “I’ll be good.”

Doubtful.

“Then where do you need to be?”

The roughly delivered words almost vibrated through my chest, giving them an even deeper sound that I’d needed to work to perfect.

Luckily for my naughty boy, the internet held a variety of curious tutorials.

“On my knees.”

His sighed-out response came with a full body clench that got a potty dance wiggle too, but he was too distracted to notice that at the moment. “I…”

Ashton looked down, seeming confused about why he was still standing. “Yes. On my knees.”

When he’d slowly lowered himself into position, I gave an imperial asshole nod before raising one eyebrow. “And?”

Blink.

Blink.

“Oh.”

I could almost see the light bulb going off over his head as he pushed his hips forward and scrambled to release his cock. “I’m sorry.”

His brain really wasn’t working because the fact that he was still dressed surprised him. “I don’t know what happened.”

A severe lack of functioning brains is what happened.

“All I’m seeing is a disobedient brat.”

The stern disappointed tone got a whimper from him, but I had to pretend to ignore it. “Slow to act is probably going to mean slow to apologize. I might have to take matters into my own hands.”

Which in this particular case did not mean jerking off…it meant using his throat at my whim.

He was definitely going to pop if he kept clenching and shivering. No one had enough muscle control to survive that, but we’d see how long he lasted.

“I…I’m sorry…I…you…”

Getting the words and his dick out were harder than they should’ve been, but it was probably because he was scrambling to find a way to apologize that wouldn’t let him escape the consequences of his actions.

He liked consequences.

“I’ll try…”

Finally freeing his erection seemed to help the words too because he actually managed a full sentence. “I’ll do my best, Master, but I know…I know it might not be enough.”

Very good.

But it meant his brains were functioning too well, so I knew we had to remedy that before he remembered his worries and that he had to pee like crazy.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

I thought I sounded a bit like fate judging if he was going to live or die, but he loved it and whimpered as I slowly reached for my zipper. “I’m not going to go easy on you, though, slut.”

Mumbling something like thank fuck, Ashton sat straighter and his gaze dropped to my hand as I released the button on my slacks. “I…I’ll…I’ll try hard.”

He was going to try hard to make sure I fucked his throat, so I knew we were both on the same page.

“Let’s see then.”

As I pushed the front of my pants down just far enough to release my erection, I barked out another order. “Hands behind your back. You should already know that.”

He gave a start and looked around like he had no idea what I was talking about, but once he saw his hands in front of his body, he blinked and shoved them behind his back. “I’m sorry.”

That was definitely genuine confusion and went right to my dick, making me even harder. “You should be.”

The more befuddled he got the easier it was to stay in character because it was just so fucking hot. His arms were jerky and his body didn’t seem to want to work right, but my favorite part was how slow his brain was. It was like he was so turned on by what I was doing to him, every system was short-circuiting.

“That’s better.”

Nodding as he slowly got himself situated, hands behind his back and knees splayed wide, I raked my gaze over him and settled on his hard cock. It was arching away from him, begging for attention it wasn’t going to get anytime soon. “Show me where you can’t touch. Point to it, slut.”

That added just a dash of humiliation and I got another full body reaction as I made him move his hand again. Ashton was blushing and squirming, but he pointed to the head of his cock and swallowed hard. “There, Master. I can’t touch this.”

“That’s right. Who does it belong to?”

Nudging the base of his dick with my boot, I raised one eyebrow. “Should you be making me wait?”

I could almost see the circle thinking screen come over his face, and it took several long moments for him to blink and come back to life. “No, Master.”

And then it took another few seconds for him to realize what I’d asked him.

“Oh. I.”

Giving his head a shake, he glanced between me and his dick, then back to me. “It belongs to you.”

“That’s right.”

And it was so insignificant it didn’t even get a name. “Back into position.”

As he scrambled to get his hands behind his back again, I wrapped one hand around the base of my erection and pointed it at my needy boy. “Show me how a good slut apologizes to his Master.”

Shaking, Ashton took a steadying breath and slowly leaned forward until he could gently brush his lips against my slit. When he’d barely given me a kiss, he waited, knowing he didn’t have permission to move yet.

I gave my cock a squeeze, milking just enough precum to paint it across his lips. “Show me how sorry you are, slut.”

He had no idea what transgression had gotten him to that point, but he was quick to throw himself into his apology. His lips wrapped around my cock and he sank as deep as he could the first time, keeping a tight suction as he slowly pulled off.

“I’m not impressed, slut.”

Not moaning that out and ruining the scene made me the best Dom ever. “Try harder.”

Stern face.

Rough tone.

Snapped-out orders.

Stand perfectly still.

Ashton’s brains might’ve already turned to mush, but as he set about enthusiastically apologizing, he was quickly doing his best to kill mine too. But since both of us being brain dead would be a problem, I thought about the most boring meetings I’d ever been in and started replaying them in my head.

It kept me from exploding too quickly, but nothing short of the apocalypse could’ve made me go soft when he gagged around me. “Still not impressed, slut.”

It was completely fake because Ashton was an impressive cocksucker, but we’d played out the game so many times I knew exactly what turned him on the most. I just had to get us there by being a dick. “Again.”

Shaking, Ashton bobbed faster as I sighed and played the bored Master, unimpressed and getting more frustrated by the second. “I can barely feel your throat. Stretched-out little slut.”

It was so far from the truth I could’ve laughed but Ashton looked up at me like he wanted to apologize again and swallowed around the head of my cock. “I’m going to have to keep a better eye on you, slut. I should be able to feel that throat when I use it.”

His fantasy Master was generally a dick, so I didn’t feel bad about the insinuations I was casting. I was an asshole. He was a slut. We were madly in love and always made incredibly unhealthy decisions. So it was the perfect dirty book romance.

“Half-assing an apology is no apology at all.”

Sighing, I wrapped one hand around the back of his head and squeezed just enough to have a firm grip on him. “I have to do everything myself.”

Which included fucking his throat.

But since assholes were notoriously hard to please, I rolled my eyes and sighed as I slowly sank my dick deep again. He was well-prepared already, but I let the throat fucking build up to the rough bits, loving edging both of us.

That was amazing in itself, but watching him slowly start to shift and wiggle as his bladder became an issue he couldn’t ignore was hot as fuck.

When I finally got to the point where I was slowly feeding my dick down his throat and feeling him swallow around me, I had to fight to keep the rough, angry expression I needed to wear. “See? It’s not hard, slut.”

Ignoring his wiggles was getting harder, though, but I was amazing and played my part well. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way even if at the moment he was starting to panic.

Moving his head faster, I made sure to give him enough time to breathe but that was about it. He was constantly on the edge of it being too much and that just had his cock begging for attention and him whimpering around my dick. “You should’ve been able to apologize on your own.”

But since he hadn’t, I needed to pick up the slack.

An asshole’s job was never done.

But it was done with amazing fucking patience because I was waiting for him to get just a bit more frantic before I shifted the scene…so that meant no orgasm for me.

A Master’s job was also never done.

So before I pushed us both too close to the edge, I eased out and narrowed my gaze as he sucked in air like he’d been running a marathon. “That’s how a slut apologizes.”

“I…I’m…”

Shivers were still racing through him and his arms kept twitching like he could barely hold them in place, but all his attention was squarely on my face. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“I expect better from you next time.”

There would always be a next time for that fantasy because we played it about once a month…and anytime Ashton’s current book was filled with asshole motorcycle club guys.

“I will…I’ll be a good cocksucker. I promise.”

Ashton’s breathy tone went right to my dick, reminding me that we weren’t done by a long shot. He must’ve seen something on my face because he swallowed hard and his gaze finally dropped back down to my erection. “Can…can I show you now, Master?”

“No.”

Or he’d finish me off entirely too soon. “Don’t pout, slut.”

Because it was too tempting.

“I’m still going to use you.”

Grabbing his arm, I jerked my head. “Stand up.”

He used my hand to steady himself and slowly rose, but it was about the show, not because he was aching. “I…how are you going to use me, Master?”

I’d have given anything to know what was going through his head. The mix of desire and frustrated wiggles made it clear he couldn’t ignore his bladder any longer. He was doing his best, though. Ashton might’ve been curious and sexy as fuck, but he was also stubborn as fuck.

“I’m going to use your hole, slut.”

Then we’d see how long he could last.