Page 12 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

“No.” He was being ridiculous. “Enjoying the movie means I will not dissect the explosions.”

It didn’t matter how unbelievable they’d been.

Weston rolled his eyes. “I know you want to.”

Maybe, but that wasn’t the point. He liked the explosions and the action and had been on the edge of his seat the whole movie. That was the point.

“You keep nitpicking about the movie and I’m going to change our plans.” The vague threat had him narrowing his gaze at me and studying me like he thought if he focused hard enough he could read my mind.

He could not.

It was, however, a wonderful distraction.

“What plans?” Finally breaking, he sounded skeptical. “Dinner? You still have to feed me if this is a date. That’s the rule.”

He only seemed to remember date rules and that we were on a date when it was convenient.

“Nope.” I was going to play that by ear based on how our next stop went. “But we’ll figure that out at some point.”

He’d eaten a lot at lunch because he’d been slightly distracted at breakfast, so I knew he wasn’t starving.

Curious and suspicious? Yes. Hungry? No.

“Then what were you planning?” He tried to sound casual but I knew his brain had started to whirl because he’d inched closer to me as we walked over to the car.

Date Weston forgot we were trying to date and walked a friend distance apart.

Sub Weston inched closer and looked like he wanted to rub himself against me.

I was pretty sure there was some kind of middle ground, but we were still a work in progress with it.

“Something.” I shrugged as he huffed, but my asshole glare and raised eyebrow had him clamping his lips together as a shiver raced through him and he almost tripped over his own feet.

When he was steady, I deepened my frustrated-looking expression.

“I haven’t heard enough…manners…from you to make me want to share. ”

We’d still go but I’d have fun driving him crazy and keeping the destination from him as long as possible.

His wheels kept spinning as we got to the car, but before we got to the passenger side so I could open his door, he found his voice. “If I ask nicely, will you tell me? If…if I have good manners?”

“Good manners will get rewards. We’ve already established that.” In a lot of fun ways. “In this case, it will get you information and a happier Dom.”

The closest people to us were on the next lane over, but Weston didn’t look around. He swallowed hard and inched closer so his hand was brushing mine. “I’ll try again. In the car. I’ll try again in the car, Sir.”

Oh, that was sexy and fun.

“Let’s see if you can find some better manners then.” I knew he could and I knew it’d fuck with him just enough that he’d remember I liked him and I thought he was sexy. “Hands on your thighs when you sit down. No playing with your toy. You’ll get distracted.”

Yep, he had that sexy, foggy edge to his gaze before I’d even opened the door, and he rubbed up against me as he sat down. “I’ll be good, Sir.”

Until he decided to see what being naughty would get him.

But since I was going to enjoy it either way, I nodded and kept my tone even. “I hope so. I’m looking forward to seeing how sweet you can be for me…and how polite.”

And I was very curious to see what direction his wonderfully wicked mind would go with that description.

All I got at the moment was a distracted nod as I buckled his seat belt, but his expression was sexy and his cheeks were pink by the time I got in the driver’s seat.

I turned on the car to make sure it wouldn’t get too hot but lowered the volume on the radio and waited for him to decide how he was going to try to manipulate me.

It took him a few seconds, but after a deep breath, he positioned his feet wider and spread his legs.

Weston wasn’t a natural spreader, so I knew it was a clear signal to start our discussion and the new chapter of our date.

“I know I should be patient and well-behaved, but your…your slut would like to make you happy and to know what will happen next.”

“That’s better.” Leaning over, I took his invitation and stroked my hand down his chest as I kissed his cheek.

As he let out a soft whine, I brought my hand between his legs and rested it over his hard cock.

Since it was my toy, I was going to hold it for a while.

“It’s going to make this little toy hard and my slut nervous.

You’re going to like it as long as you can be a good boy and pretend to be boring, though. ”

My response seemed to shut down most of his brain because it took several long moments before he shivered and his ability to process came back online. “I can be boring, Master. I’ll be boring.”

So. Fucking. Sexy.

“What do sluts get when they behave and look boring in public?” Waiting for his brain to work again, I massaged his cock and kept him distractedly turned on.

He knew the answer but he had to swallow and lick his lips a few times before he could manage a verbal response. “A reward. A slut gets a reward when they behave and look boring in public.”

“That’s my good boy.” Still keeping a firm grip on him, I kissed his cheek and kept the cute puppy tone that made him squirm every time. “What kind of reward could you get?”

There were endless possibilities and it looked like his fascinatingly dirty brain knew that right away. He glitched again and blinked at me in silence for several long moments before slowly nodding.

No words, just nods.

I wasn’t sure if he thought that was helpful or if he even knew he was doing it, but we had time before the store would close, so I was patient. I knew the reward would be amazing, so I continued to massage his erection and make sure all he could see was calm curiosity on my face.

Eventually he swallowed and I knew we’d made progress. “You…you like making me happy when you reward me.”

The statement seemed to be a request for confirmation, so I immediately nodded and treated it like a question. “Yes. I like making you happy in a variety of ways, but the most fun ones are where I get to make you squirm and blush and want to hide before I let you orgasm.”

My honesty was rewarded with a soft whine and a shiver that had his dick jerking under my hand.

His brain seemed to have stalled again, so I kept fucking with him.

“I like playing with your toys when I reward you or fucking you with a plug or a dildo. Putting the cage on this little toy was a reward for me too, but we’re talking about rewarding you this time. ”

Blink.

Blink.

“Do…” He was trying to process something, but it took a few more seconds for him to rearrange his thoughts into something that would make sense. “When do you get rewards, Master?”

That was actually a very good question.

“We’re going to have to figure that out.” Giving him another kiss, on the lips that time, I thought about the answer but didn’t have one right away. “That’s a very smart question, but you’re going to have to help me with it.”

That got a couple more reset-the-brain blinks before he sucked in a breath. “We both need rewards and time to pick our favorite things.”

I wasn’t sure if this was selfish on his part or selfless, but the fact that I couldn’t decide said it would be fun to fuck with him about it at the very least.

“So one of my rewards could be caging my little toy and then playing with you?” When he nodded, I smiled wider. “Like fucking you? That would be a fun reward.”

“I.” He stared at me in silence for a few moments as his thoughts came to a rapid halt, but his dick was making a valiant attempt to orgasm, so I wasn’t worried. “I think that would be a reward you would like.”

“Wonderful.” A cheek kiss that time had him blushing for some reason. “We’re going to have to work on a list of rewards.”

Giving him one more squeeze, I brightened my smile and patted his cock before I shifted back to my seat. “What else can go on our lists?”

His brain was working at a fraction of its actual processing power, so I wasn’t surprised when we were out of the parking lot and well on our way to our next stop before he managed to answer. “I think…I think you’d like to make me hump something.”

I really loved how he thought sometimes.

“Oh, that would be fun.” Making a soft thinking sound, I frowned and reached over to pat his cock again. “We’d have to figure out something else to go with it to make sure you were humiliated and desperate, though. That would make it an even better reward.”

He clearly thought about something that would make it better based on his low moan, but I wasn’t sure he could actually get it out at the moment. “You…you might like caging me and spanking me?”

Yeah, his brain was jumping around too much to ask detailed questions at the moment.

“That would be a perfect reward, you’re right.” As we slowed down again, I reached over and squeezed his cock. “This little guy would love getting a nice tight hug and I’d love keeping you naked afterward so I could enjoy your pink bottom.”

Bingo.

That got a full body twitch and his dick begged for more attention again.

Words were slower, but he worked hard at getting them out. “The cage. The cage would be a hug for…for my toy?”

“Yes.” That was the perfect name for it and just thinking about it seemed wonderfully embarrassing to him. “I think he likes hugs and we should make sure he gets more of them.”

It took Weston longer than he probably realized to give me any kind of response, but I kept petting him when I could and massaged his dick a few more times at long stoplights. I didn’t let him come yet, but he got close enough that it kept him fully occupied in the car.

No are we there yet conversations at all.

Best car ride manager ever.

He really had an amazing Dom.

Unfortunately, I had to let him come back down from his desire-filled high as we pulled into the strip mall where the store was located.

It took being parked a full minute before he realized we’d stopped, though.

But that might’ve been because it took me that long to stop playing with my cute toy and shift to petting his head.

“Where?” Taking a deep breath to clear his head, he sat straighter but didn’t close his legs. “Where are we?”

Before I could respond, his mouth dropped open and he laser-focused on the reason we’d driven to the slightly rundown stores. “Oh wow.”

Giving him a second, I let him take it in before I nudged him to actually think. “I know you remember your safewords, but I’m going to remind you that just because we’re here doesn’t mean we have to go in.”

It seemed obvious but he wasn’t thinking clearly.

Definitely not enough blood in the big head for logic.

“Just because we go in doesn’t mean we have to buy anything, and just because we buy something doesn’t mean we have to use it.

” That might not have been so obvious because it got a confused-looking twitch before he focused his gaze on me.

“I think we could have a lot of fun with me simply fucking with you about it.”

Another twitch and a blink that time.

“Think of it like a toy we set on the nightstand and I simply bring it up once in a while. Wouldn’t this be fun? Oh, I could do this to you. Would you like it if I did this? There are endless fantasies I could use to fuck with you before we actually bought a camera or turned it on.”

More blinking and processing.

“I do not have an issue with you being an attention whore that wants to be watched and humiliated with it later. I don’t need it.

What we’re doing is a lot of fun for me already, but I’ve been thinking about this and there are a lot of ways it could be incorporated into our scenes.

” His face brightened but he still looked stunned stupid.

So I nudged him a bit more and reached over to run my hand down his chest and rest it on his cock again. “But I think you’d like it if you had to show me your toy every morning so I could make sure it’s still hard and you didn’t try to play with it.”

Well, at least his dick was willing to let me know what it was thinking.

“Then there would be one or two other cameras that you might not know about or ones that I moved whenever I felt like it.” I was his Dom after all. “Then you’d have one you knew about and others that would be just for me to fuck with you and watch to make sure you weren’t being naughty.”

That’d be fun.

His cock thought so too.

“We could start with one of the teddy bear nanny cams, and you would have to show my toy to Mr. Bear every morning.” Oh wow. I never knew anyone could blush so fast.

His face was like one of those water toys that changed colors when they got wet.

“Do you remember your safewords?” Starting with a question that should be easy sounded like the best course of action.

Ha, he nodded.

“Green means I’m good. Yellow slows things down and we talk. Red means stop.” Swallowing hard, he glanced between the store and me and back again. When he was ready to turn back to me, he took another deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m green.”

“Wonderful. Thank you for letting me know.” It wasn’t quite the sweet teacher voice that made him squirm, but it still got a great reaction from him. “Are you going to look boring in the store?”

I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to explain we needed cams because he had dirty fantasies, but we couldn’t be the first people to have ended up there searching for that kind of stuff.

Sure, I could’ve bought it online, but I wanted to actually see the products and ask about the setup and I wanted to fuck with Weston. We had to at least make sure he could respond to words and look halfway functional first, though.

I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to go into a surveillance store with him looking out of it. They’d end up thinking he was some kind of kidnap victim, and that wasn’t a fantasy I wanted to live out in the real world.

“I.” Another round of swallowing and shifting in his seat to sit straighter had him looking slightly more functional. “I can be a good boy and look boring.”

Hopefully.

Or we were going to have some explaining to do.

“I’m glad.” Petting his head again, I gave him the teacher voice for a second. “Because I want to be able to reward you when we get back to your place.”

He had the sexiest whimper…but I needed to pretend to be boring too or I was going to be the one to fuck up our little adventure.

“We’re going to have so much fun.” One last peck. One last pet. “Let’s go.”

This was going to be fabulous.