Page 15 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Oh, that was fun too.

Every brain cell seemed to die at once and he simply stared at me like I wasn’t speaking English anymore. It wasn’t a safeword, though, so I barely eased inside of him, fucking him with the tip of my finger as he processed.

Describing it as slow would’ve been an understatement, but eventually he licked his lips and the lights upstairs got brighter.

“You would…you would do that?”

Clean his ass?

“Yes. You’re my slut. Mine.” I gave a casual shrug. “I can enjoy taking care of my toys in a variety of ways, and we both know how wonderfully humiliating it would be for you.”

It’d take a lot more than he’d want to do before we reached my limit, but it wasn’t a kink for me, so I kept my expression light and waited to see what he’d say.

Eventually he blinked a few times, and processing came back online as he realized I wasn’t squeamish and he really didn’t want to take the risk of being dumbstruck and vague for too long.

“I did it when you sent me to get a shower earlier. You…you told me to get all clean but not come or play with my toys.”

He’d definitely been doing his best to follow directions.

“Look at you being helpful and anticipating how I’d want to use you.” The cheerful talking to a puppy tone had him blushing and squirming, but the way he was moving his hips as I leaned over and kissed his cheek said his cage had gotten a bit tighter. “That’s going to make it much easier.”

He liked that part too.

Weston was back to gaping at me like he’d never seen me before, but the shiver that raced through him as he sighed said he wasn’t worried. Nervous and horny…yes. “Thank you, Master.”

So cute.

“I’m going to have so much fun getting you dirty.” Another cheek kiss, that time on the other side, had his face getting pink again, but I knew that was a sign I was doing great. “Are you going to use your tight little toy to make me feel good?”

He was already naked, so I stroked my hand over him as I toed off my socks and started taking off my pants with the other. It had his brain going dim again, but after a few moments of unabashedly staring at me, he slowly nodded. “I like making you happy.”

Squeezing my dick through my boxer briefs as I wiggled his caged cock had him making the sexiest whimper, so I gave him a big smile to let him know how cute he was. “You’re going to make me very happy. Now I just have to decide how we should play.”

That got another good jolt from him, but it also might’ve been because my underwear had dropped to the floor and my erection bobbed, begging for his touch. It was an attention whore too, so they were going to play great together.

“Play.” He repeated the word like it meant something, but it felt kind of hollow and he kept staring at my cock. “Yes.”

Did he have any idea what he was saying?

Moving my hand away from his ass seemed to help, but whipping off my T-shirt had him going back to doing his confused stare thing again.

So clearly there was a point where too much need turned off his brain.

That was good to know and I’d have to keep track of when that happened and what we were doing at that point.

Was it cage related?

Me being naked related?

Him being naked hadn’t gotten us to that point, but stroking my hand down my chest and over my muscles certainly got a sexy moan from him. “Would you like to give me kisses first? Hmm? I think I’d like to have my slut worship me first before you get to have my cock inside you.”

His whimper said it was a great plan but words were still a problem.

Bingo.

He nodded.

“Good boy.” Kind of. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Hmm.

Deciding to fuck with him and see what happened, I climbed up on the bed and crawled over him to get in position in the middle. It got more sexy sounds from him but I wasn’t sure if it was the view or the way I’d dragged my dick over his face that really made him feel dirty and turned him on.

“Come here, slut.” Spreading my legs, I gave my thigh a pat. “Come play.”

He blushed, groaning as his face got redder, but he scrambled to obey and curled up between my legs, shaking by the time he was in position. “What…what can I do? What…what would you like?”

“That’s a very good question.” Making exaggerated thinking sounds, I frowned thoughtfully. “For me to have the most fun, I’m going to have you curl up beside me, tight toy out so I can play with it while you give me kisses.”

He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to blush or explode in an orgasm, so his body jerked a few times before he finally was able to nod.

“Do you like my muscles?” He had a tight, well-defined body from me dragging him to the gym on a regular basis and it just seemed the way his body was made, but now that he didn’t have to hide from me, there was a hungry look to him.

Of course, it took a few wiggles and whimpers before he nodded and moved to kneel beside me, spreading his knees without having to be told.

I had to give him a bright smile and pat his head, shifting things toward the blushing side of the scale.

“Perfect. And so quick too. I’ve got an eager little slut. ”

For a variety of things and that made his face redder and his hip wiggles worse. “Oh, is your hug getting tighter?”

That whimper.

Amazing.

“Yes. You’re just. It’s.” Weston’s halting replies didn’t make me feel confident that he was aware of what he was saying, but it seemed positive and he leaned forward, barely holding himself back. “Thank you.”

Still on track.

“Alright then, you put those pretty lips on my chest and let me hear how much you love being able to worship your Master.” I had to chuckle when he dived face-first into my chest, rubbing his nose against me and closing his eyes. “You’re so cute.”

Me finding it adorable and slightly funny also seemed to turn him on even more based on the shiver that raced through him and the way he started humping the air. I had to give his ass another tap, though. “No humping. The hug stays on.”

That reminder got another good reaction as he shivered, but he nodded and seemed to do his best to keep his ass still. “Much better.”

He was pressed so tightly against my chest, his moan vibrated through me as he rubbed his face against me, finally starting to kiss my chest. “That feels so good, but I know how I can have even more fun.”

By playing with his ass.

This was going to be fabulous.