Page 10 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

He was going to try to worry again as soon as I let him come back down to Earth and stopped making him twitch from the overstimulation, but he was enjoying it more than I expected and it gave me time to think.

I had to keep him off-center just enough to keep the worries away.

I had to keep him talking about what he liked so he could see that I was going to enjoy it.

I had to keep him seeing me as a Dom, not as his go out to dinner friend.

“I…” Weston whimpered as a shiver ran through him, but since he was also pressing himself closer against me, I wasn’t worried about him hating what I was doing to him. “I’ll use my good boy words, Sir. I…I can do that.”

“Does my slut want to make his Dom happy or are you looking forward to more rewards?” It would be both in some mix, but having to admit it made him squirm and whine.

Just waiting in silence as I gently rubbed the underside of his cock like a fidget toy got more cute sounds from him and eventually a sigh as he gave in. “Both, Sir…but…but I want to make you happy…I…I like it when you’re happy.”

“That’s because you’re a good boy.” And because he really liked making people happy as long as they were important to him.

Had other Doms not been able to see that?

“I’m going to make sure you know all the ways you can make me happy.” It wasn’t going to be that hard.

It had him letting out an excited breath and shivering again, but he nodded against me and rocked into my hand. “Yes…thank you. I…I like knowing that. I’m not good…I’m not good at guessing.”

We hadn’t been working on that type of communication in general, so I could see where he was coming from.

But based on his dating history, he might mean that in a wider sense too.

“You’re a very good boy for making sure I knew that.

I need to know where we might run into problems because I love seeing you hard and needy and I can’t do that if you’re upset. ”

He went still as he realized the connection or something about it sparked a thought. “You’re right. I. I don’t get hard when I’m sad or angry.”

“Then we’re going to work on making sure I know what makes you happy because I love seeing that hard little toy and rewarding you in general.

” That got a nod from him, so I kissed his cheek and eased up on my touch until I was barely teasing his cock.

“Of course…sometimes I might want to see it soft, so I’ll let you have playtime or I’ll lock it up, but that’s the only reason your little toy should be soft. ”

His groan was sexy and adorable, but he nodded without protesting. “It’s…it’s your toy, so you get to have it like you want.”

“Someone’s being so good he might get another reward.” The too cheerful tone got another needy, embarrassed sound from the adorable nut. “Who’s being a good boy for their Dom?”

Yeah, the cute puppy dog tone really did it for him and didn’t feel mean at all.

“Sir…I…” It fucked with him so good he pressed his face into my neck, needing a second to catch his breath. “I’m your good boy, Sir. I’m being a good boy.”

“That’s right.” Petting over his head, I caressed down his back to pat his ass. “You’re my good boy and that’s my cute toy.”

And he’d be relaxed and happy as long as we kept those two things at the front of his mind.

“But you’re my date and my cuddle bug too, so how does my boy want to have fun next? Hmm? Should we watch a movie or is there another game you want to play?” Making an oh kind of sound, I acted like I’d just thought of something. “Toys. You have other toys you were going to show me.”

His groan was truly dramatic and said I was going to win this game too.

Yay.

“I…I’d like to watch a movie with you, Sir.” The words said movie but the way he was nuzzling against me and trying not to whine said he was imagining something else too. “But…but you should see my toys.”

So I had plenty of ways to fuck with him and reward him.

Got it.

“That…that would make me a good boy, right?” Yep, I’d created a needy praise monster. “You wanted to see them. It’ll…it’ll make you happy.”

I couldn’t decide how selfish the happy thing was, but it was cute and a lot of fun, so I wasn’t going to look too closely at it.

“It’s going to make me very happy and very creative to see them.” His shivers were giving me ideas too. “Happy because I love having fun with you and it shows you trust me with your secrets. That makes me happy and creative.”

Over the moon, honestly, but it wasn’t the time to point that out.

His thinking still seemed to be fuzzy and I wasn’t going to test his panic button to see what would set it off. We were kind of on our first date, so it seemed like a reasonable idea to take things one step at a time.

Weston seemed to like whatever he heard from me and wiggled against me, rocking his soft cock into my hand. “I like making you happy.”

I could almost hear the wheels in his head grinding as they tried to process something, so I was patient and kissed his neck as he wiggled.

After a few long moments, he sucked in a breath and seemed to make a decision about something.

“Will you…will you play with my soft toy more, Sir? You said…you said telling you what I want is important. I like it…I like it when you make me…”

He shrugged as he lost the right way to describe it, but I knew what he was trying to say. “You’re right. You did a wonderful job and I’m proud of you for admitting what you want.”

Relief rushed through him so strongly I could almost feel it filling him before he sagged against me. “You like knowing. You know I’m. You’ve said things.”

I’ve said things?

Oh.

“I know you’re a slut? I’ve told you it’s okay?” When he nodded against me, I gave his ass another pat. “I like seeing how excited my needy boy gets and I like seeing you blush and squirm and have to confess how dirty you are.”

His praise whore inner core loved it.

His humiliation kink loved it.

The tiny part of his brain that was actually working normally glitched and made him whine and squirm. “You can’t say that.”

Bullshit.

“I think you need a reminder about your place in this relationship.” My stern tone had his entire body clenching. “Show me your toys and I’ll decide the best way to handle that.”

Because it hadn’t been a safeword, and he didn’t need to start thinking we needed to limit the dirty talk we used.

Something shocked Weston enough that he sat back, giving me a wide-eyed look that had me imagining doing wicked things to him. “You. I.”

That wasn’t informative at all.

So I ignored it.

“Toys.” The voice clearly just did it for him, so I told myself I’d remember that later and probably needed to remember to use it sparingly.

“Reminder?” He really didn’t seem to be hearing himself, but that at least gave me a better idea about what was running around in circles in his head.

“Yes. You need a reminder about your place in our relationship.” And as his Dom, it was my job to make sure I helped him with it. “But don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

That did not help his ability to think, but it did jog enough brain cells loose in his head that he pointed to his closet.

The toys.

Best first date ever.

“Good boy.” Kissing his cheek, I loved the way he blushed and whined as I lifted him off me and set him on the bed. “Slut position. Kneeling. Knees spread. Hands behind your back. My slut knows not to hide any toys.”

Biological or otherwise.

He turned the cutest shade of pink but scrambled to obey, and something going through his head made him even more embarrassed. “Should I ask what’s making you blush and your toy try to beg for attention?”

It’d jerked enough I had a feeling it was trying to get hard again, and I knew I was right when he whimpered before trying to get words out. “I’d…I’d tell you if you asked.”

Oh, that was a fun response.

Keeping my expression serious, I aimed for slightly asshole but still thoughtful. “As long as you’re a well-behaved slut I won’t ask. This time.”

There would definitely be other times because his brain was a fascinating place.

“But.” Something about that sent a shiver through him and his gaze went sub foggy again. “Good communication is important and I don’t want you to get used to hiding things from me.”

His nod was slightly frantic as I headed over to the closet, but I wasn’t done fucking with him yet. “So I won’t ask what this thought was about, but you’re going to tell me one embarrassing thing or one humiliating fantasy to let me know you appreciate how nice I’m being.”

Being nice got the best responses from him.

Weston whined again, and when I glanced back at him on the bed, he rocked his hips forward and I could see him imagining grabbing himself. “Are you being naughty?”

Yes.

“I.” He started to tell me he was being a good boy but everything stopped as I grabbed the overly plain box I knew had to contain dirty things. His expression was too wide-eyed and stunned for it to be anything else.

I gave him a second to see if he could get his brain working again, but there was nothing as he watched me get closer to the bed.

Nothing.

Trying to decide what to do, I set it down and opened the hinged lid. “Oh, you are a dirty boy.”

He had a variety of toys, plugs and cock rings and a few dildos mostly, but it was the way being called out made him squirm that was the best part. “I can’t play with the…the restraints on my own. I’m.”

“A slut.” Most subs I’d talked to didn’t have the ability to restrain their cocks for long. It was the kind of toy I thought needed a partner to really make it fun unless the denial was the kink the sub was into.

That was not Weston.

“But that’s a fun example of something embarrassing because I bet every time you put it on you knew what a dirty boy you were.” Shaking my head as he nodded, I pulled out a simple cock cage and brought it to his soft dick. “Let’s play with it together this time.”

I didn’t want to overwork his cock anyway and it’d gotten enough stimulation already.

“This will keep it soft and cute and make having movie time more fun.” For me at least. “Spread wider.”

That seemed to be the order that had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head, but it might’ve just been the point where his brain turned back on again. Still, he obeyed and spread his legs, pushing his cock forward as it twitched again. “This little attention whore is still begging.”

Chuckling and shaking my head like he was being silly seemed to fuck with him perfectly because he simply gaped at me as I fit the restraint over his soft cock. “I’ve got a cute slut in general but now he’s adorable.”

It really was a great look on him, innocent and dirty all at the same time, and he’d even bought a quality cage that could be left on for a long time before I had to worry about it.

“Now, let’s see what else we’ve got to play with.” Because this was a fun game and I was hoping to keep it going.

And keeping him off-center was definitely going to help make our date less stressful for him.

Picking up leather handcuffs and a flogger didn’t get any reactions from him, but as I turned a plug over in my hand and slowly ran my fingers down the length, a soft whine escaped him.

The plug it was.

“You’re going to look so cute plugged and wiggling for me.” He wouldn’t be able to help it. “This is going to make watching a movie so much fun.”

Pretending to have a thought, I gave him a light bulb moment expression. “And I’ll have to keep checking it and probably putting more lube on it, so that’ll make it even more fun.”

As he wiggled and frowned, I made my smile wider. “You’re going to like how dirty that makes you feel, slut.”

To cap it off, I kissed his cheek. “What do you say to your Master when he’s taking such good care of you?”

The foggy, subbed-out gaze was back and it took him several long moments for anything to make it through to his brain. But after a while, he licked his lips and glanced back and forth between me, his soft dick, and the plug. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for taking such good care of your slut.”

Oh, he got it all out at once without stuttering or having to start over.

“Good boy.” Giving him another peck on the cheek, I kept up the good puppy smile. “That makes me feel happy too.”

He didn’t seem to know how to react to that because his dumbfounded expression came back as I twirled my finger. “Turn around and bend over.”

That sexy groan made me want to do wonderfully wicked things to him.

Best kink ever.

He even obeyed fairly quickly too, so it seemed like I wasn’t the only one having fun.

“My cute slut is my dirty slut.” Chuckling, I trailed my finger over his trapped little cock to point out the lube he was still wearing. “I’ll be nice and let you wash it off later.”

As I quickly lubed up the toy and teased his begging little hole with the tip, he fought to breathe and even did his best to get words out. “Because…because my toy belongs to you.”

Since it seemed like he was ready to iron out a few details, I nodded and eased the plug in about an inch.

“Yes, that’s right. It’s mine, so I get to set the rules and limits for it.

Right now I’ll be generous and let you wash it and hold it to piss, but that’s it.

No tickling that cute little toy or trying to have an orgasm. Is that clear?”

And would he agree with it?

It took getting the plug fully seated in him before he’d thought it through, and I didn’t think that was just about how good it felt. He was moaning yes, but he was also mumbling to himself as he pressed his face into the bedspread.

“All set.” Giving his bottom a pat, I couldn’t resist humming with pleasure as I ran my finger over the plug and down to his cage. “You look perfect.”

That seemed to stop his grumbling and he even let out a dramatic-as-fuck sigh. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Sit up for me.” His grumbles continued as he sat up but his shivers and the way he clenched around the plug said he wasn’t too put out about the whole thing. “Good boy.”

Giving him a kiss softened up his expression but all it took was running one hand down his chest to cup his caged cock for the sexy sub look to come back on his face. “You have been a very well-behaved slut and I’m proud of you for understanding who this little toy belongs to.”

Groaning, he pouted as he leaned into me and rested his head on my shoulder. “I can’t think when you do that.”

Perfect.

“My slut doesn’t need to think tonight.” He needed to relax and see there was nothing to worry about. “He just needs to be an obedient sub and follow the rules.”

He sucked in a slightly choppy breath before nodding and relaxing against me. “Yes, Sir. You’ll help me not think, though? I really don’t want to do that.”

“Don’t worry, sweet boy. I will wear you out completely before I put you to bed. You won’t be able to think at all.”

Yep. Best kink ever.

And I was the best Dom ever.