Page 14 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

Clothes off and cage on made his headspace much better, and we regained the ground we’d lost with the weirdo. Sure, we’d started moving in that direction on the drive back, but he hadn’t really lost all logic and worries until I’d gotten him ready for our evening.

“Pretty plate time.” Carefully placing a dumpling between his lips, I waited until my shaking cutie had it secure before I released it. “Perfect.”

Leaning down to where he was kneeling between my legs, I bit down into the dumpling and made sure to lick around his lips as I used him as my spoon…but pretty plate was more fun to say, so that was what I was going with.

He didn’t have the mental bandwidth to argue with me about my word choice anyway.

“Mmm…” Weston was too busy using all of his remaining brainpower to stay upright and keep his hands off his caged cock. “Delicious.”

And so much fun.

“Does my sexy boy want a bite?” We’d been going back and forth for a while, so I knew he’d be hitting his limit soon. We were already at the two bites for me and one for him stage, and we’d eaten together enough that I knew the signs.

The fact that he took a second to think said he was wrapping it up, but he nodded and swallowed hard to get words out. “Your…your slut would like more broccoli, please.”

“That’s very polite.” Picking up a slightly saucy piece I knew would cause problems, I slowly held it up to his mouth. Before he could catch it with his lips, a drip hit his chest and I frowned at him. “Oh, not good manners.”

We’d played this out three times already and the whimper that escaped as he rocked his hips had me fighting to keep the stern expression. “Eat your bite and then I’ll clean you up.”

That did not help his ability to sit still or think.

However, he managed to eat the broccoli without choking to death, so I thought that was a win for me.

But even as quickly as he’d swallowed the bite, the sauce still made it halfway down his torso before he was finished and could speak.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got dirty, Sir.”

Nodding slowly, I made sure he knew I was disappointed in him, but that turned him on even more. “I should’ve expected it. Why?”

He shivered, and not just because the sauce was sliding down his naked body. “Because…because I’m a dirty slut.”

“That’s right.” Giving him a soft peck, I took my time getting to the next part. His desperation levels had shot up to a thousand by the time I pulled back, because the sauce was almost at his cage.

Oops…it’d been more sauce than I’d thought.

I was going to help him fix that, though.

“Stand up for me.” Taking his hands, I kept my shaky boy steady as he rose, halfway between a scramble and jumping up like a cartoon character. “It seems like I have a slut who’s ready to get all clean.”

He couldn’t seem to decide what to say to that, and after several attempts to figure it out, he finally whimpered. “I’m sorry, Master.”

So needy and so embarrassed.

“That’s alright. I’m going to help you.” Wrapping my arms around him, I palmed his ass cheeks and brought him closer. “I’ll always take care of my dirty slut.”

In as many ways as I could.

Sheer will was the only thing that seemed to be keeping him upright as I flicked my tongue over his chest to lick up some of the sauce. “You can’t help being a dirty slut.”

Massaging his ass, I took my time trailing my tongue down his body, alternating between long slow motions and quick swipes.

I wasn’t in any hurry, though, so I kept playing with his ass as I gently cleaned him.

“This is so tasty, slut. I wonder if I should stretch you out next time and eat right off your body.”

Oh.

That one made his legs wobble, so I chuckled and gave his ass another squeeze. “You’d like that. Such a cute slut.”

And a very vocal one who kept moaning and whimpering.

I wasn’t sure if it was being licked or fucked with or caged, but at the very least the combination was really doing it for him. But eventually I got down to his cock and cleaned the last of the mess, which had ended up right above his cage. “All clean.”

He’d been so well-behaved, I licked the cute head that was poking out of the end of the cage. “And so cute. Look at this adorable little toy.”

That got even better sounds, so I knew it was time to push him slightly further. “He likes being hugged, doesn’t he?”

More wobbles said I needed to shift gears to keep him safe, so I leaned back and pulled him onto my lap until he was straddling my thighs. “That’s better.”

Moving my hands lower on his ass, I spread his cheeks and flashed his beautifully naked ass to the room. “Now I can play with both your fun toys.”

As my fingers teased around the edges to his tight ring of muscles, I rocked him forward so the tip of his cock rubbed against my torso. “You’ve been very still and were such a sexy plate for me.”

And he’d done his best to brush off the weirdness earlier, so a reward was definitely in order.

He knew that too based on the way he sucked in a breath and his gaze went even foggier. “Do…do I get a reward, Master?”

“I think so.” Kissing his cheek, I gave him a bright smile. “Good boys get rewards.”

The tone had him blushing but he wanted to come enough that he swallowed hard and used his words. “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”

Rewarding that hard work, I rubbed over his ring and barely eased one finger inside him.

His brain seemed to want to completely stop functioning, but he was doing his best to keep focused on me.

The strain was making his entire body shake, though.

“What kind of reward does my little slut want? Hmm? Do you want hugs and kisses? Do you want your plug?”

Wide eyes blinked back at me and I could feel a pulse of desire run straight through him, but words were slower to form. Eventually, he closed his eyes and scrunched up his face. “I…I get to pick?”

Since he seemed to want something specific, I kissed his neck and nodded against him. “Yes, slut. You get to pick since you were such a good plate, and you’re so cute you’ve been making me imagine doing wicked things to you.”

There was no way he could miss how turned on I was, but I wasn’t going to try to steer him in a specific direction. “What does my slut want?”

Something had another shiver racing through him, but he kept his cute expression and seemed to do his best to stay on target.

What did he want?

“Will…will you fuck me, Master?” Just getting the sentence out seemed to kill some of his brain cells. “I…you said…and…”

He’d gotten the most important bit out, so I took over the conversation. “Yes, but your hug stays on if you want my cock inside you because that’s going to be my reward.”

Oh, that got a fun response.

He shivered so hard I had to tighten my grip on him and he melted into me. “Yes. That’s. Yes.”

So fucking cute.

“Do you still want to be a dirty slut?” He’d said he wanted to be dirty when we’d first talked about it, but I wasn’t going to assume until we’d had a few more actual conversations when clearer heads were involved.

We’d both been tested recently for the club, so I wasn’t worried about that part. I wanted to confirm his personal preference and make sure we were both on the same page, but a nod wasn’t quite going to do it. “Ask nicely, slut.”

Kissing his naked shoulder, I flicked my tongue over it and hummed as I waited. “I can’t wait to give you kisses, naughty boy.”

He must’ve guessed where I was talking about because his entire body clenched and he pushed his ass back against my finger to take it deeper. Chuckling, I used my free hand to give one cheek a light smack. “No playing yet. Be a good slut first.”

Either the laughter or the teasing smack killed another few brain cells because it took longer than I’d expected to get a verbal response from him. We were both probably glad I’d caged him earlier or I was pretty sure he’d have already come from wiggling on me and being fucked with.

“I…” Shivering, he whined and tried again. “I want to be your dirty slut, Master.”

Once that part was out, the dam burst. “Yes. I want to be your dirty slut. Please come inside me. I want to feel you. I want to be dirty. I need to come, Master. Please.”

Chuckling again, I gave his ass another tap. “Good boy. And yes, I’m going to fuck you, and because I’m so nice, I’m even going to let you come.”

That had him springing up and looking adorably startled. “I…I might not have gotten to come?”

“Yes.” As I kissed his cheek, his mouth dropped open. “Playtime and orgasms are two different things. Just because I’m playing with this tight little toy doesn’t mean you’ll get to orgasm.”

I shrugged when he kept gaping at me. “Just because I play with your little toy doesn’t mean he gets to orgasm either.”

That seemed to be something he’d already realized because it got his brain going again. “That’s. I.”

Whatever he was thinking had him slightly more functional because he kissed me that time, sweet and cute. “Thank you, Master. I’ll…I’ll be very good so I get to come.”

“I’m glad.” Easing my finger out of him, I ignored the mess on his coffee table and wrapped my arms around him as I stood up. He wrapped himself around me, earning another little tap. “My cute little monkey.”

He wasn’t heavy enough for it to be too hard to carry him, but I held him tight as I moved us back to the bedroom.

“You’d still like being fucked and getting dirty even if I didn’t give you an orgasm, though.

With your hug on and being spread wide for your Master, you’d still feel used and naughty. And you’d like making me happy.”

It’d be another way to completely fuck with him.

We were definitely going to have to try that one soon.

“But…” Grinding against me, he held tighter as he tried to get his words to work. “But I get to come this time…even though…even though my hug stays on?”

“Yes.” Laying him down on the bed, I spread his legs and reached down between them to tease over his hole. “Do we need to get you all clean?”