Page 16 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

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Hug stayed on.

No humping.

I got to orgasm.

Master smelled so good.

So many muscles.

Hug stayed on.

“Yes, I love how happy that makes you, slut.” Master stroked my head, sounding pleased as I gave his pecs attention. Lots of attention. Master liked attention. “Such cute sounds.”

Master liked sounds.

Master liked knowing.

Master liked my toys.

His toys.

God, that was too hard to remember.

“Tighten and relax.” Master fucked me slowly with one finger. In. Out. He told me exactly what he wanted. “Again. That’s perfect. Just like that. You’re learning so fast.”

He made that sound so naughty.

Being smart shouldn’t be so wicked.

“That’s right. Keep going. This is what I want when you finally get my cock inside you.” Tight. Relax. Tight. Relax. “Yes, you’re going to make me so happy. Such a good boy.”

His good puppy tone made me squirm and hump and…oh…

His smack made sparks fill my brain and it got even fuzzier. “No humps.”

No humps.

But humps got spanks.

Spanks made sparks.

Sparks made me whine and hide.

Whining made the humps start again.

“If you want to come, I expect to see better behavior.” Master rubbed where he’d spanked but his tone had me trying to remember that I was supposed to be a good boy.

I wanted to come.

Hug stayed on.

I got to come.

“I’ll be a good slut.” Kisses and licks showed him how good I could be. Yes. Very good. “Yes.”

Right then, it meant worshipping him and showing him how much I loved his body. His hard body. His big body. His strong body.

“That’s right. Show me what a sweet slut I’ve got. Show me how you’ve wanted to touch me.” My whine made him chuckle. “You were technically trying to be polite before, I know that, but we both know you wanted to be naughty.”

Since he knew and wasn’t mad, I nodded. “You were…you’re so big and you…”

Master cupped the back of my head and rubbed my face against his pecs. “You wanted to rub against me and hump me. I bet you’ve got all kinds of naughty fantasies.”

“I…I was good before.” I could feel my face heating up but I’d been good. “Now…now is different.”

“That’s right. You’re my slut now, so you don’t have to hide how dirty and needy you are.” Master said it like it was everyday kind of normal. “No more pretending for my slut, though. I want to hear all those naughty fantasies.”

I couldn’t hold them back any longer, and having him right there for me to touch made them even stronger. “Can…”

I shouldn’t.

But he wanted to know.

I wanted to come, so I had to follow his rules.

“Tell me, slut.” Master squeezed my ass before he reached for the lube, and I hid my face tighter against him. “Rewards, slut. Don’t forget your reward.”

My orgasm.

Having him inside me.

Getting dirty.

Hug stayed on.

The reminders ran around my head in circles until a slicked finger slipped inside me, bringing them all to a halt. Master chuckled again, fucking me too gently as I whined and wiggled. “Tell me. You know that’s what I want from my naughty boy. Confess how dirty you are.”

I had to.

I needed to come.

“Can I…can I watch you work out…work out like this? Naked?” Once the words were out there, the rest seemed to be out of my control. “The room in the back. The big machine. The private one. You’re so. It’s so.”

I was shaking just thinking about it.

“You want to watch my hard cock swinging around as I work out?” When I moaned and nodded, he laughed softly and rubbed my face against his chest again. “Only if I got to dress up your toys so you’d give me something nice to watch while I worked out.”

There was something wicked in his tone, something subtle like his brain was going faster with the idea. I nodded quickly, but as his finger used me as a fidget toy, he seemed to love the idea even more. “A hug, of course, but a plug too or maybe I’ll have you riding a dildo.”

Riding it?

With my hug?

It wasn’t a question, so I stayed quiet, but I couldn’t help shaking as pictures flashed through my brain.

“I could use your sexy mouth to keep me nice and clean.” Master lifted his arm and moved my head so I was kissing his pit.

I couldn’t help squirming and whining. He wasn’t supposed to know how sexy that was, but he chuckled again. “I can see that blush and feel you milking my finger, little slut. I think I know what you’ve been wanting. Don’t forget. You’ve already told me how much you like my scent.”

Shoot.

He.

It.

God.

“Yes, licks and kisses.” Master rubbed my face under his arm, making pleased sounds as I moaned and flicked my tongue out to taste him. “Yes, that’s my sexy boy.”

Being his sexy boy had him adding a second finger and sending more pleasure through me. But it also made my hug tighter and made me squirm. “Such a dirty boy. Look at you.”

He was watching me.

He knew how dirty I was.

Tighten. Relax.

Tighten. Relax.

“You’d…you’d use me after your workout?” He’d be all pumped and excited and strong. “You’d bend me over?”

Master chuckled again, rubbing my face against his sexy body. “That’s not how you beg. Let me hear it.”

Whimpering got another happy sound from him, but I knew he’d wait me out. He’d keep fucking with me and never fill me up until I’d told him what he wanted to hear.

“Will…will you use your slut when you’ve worked out and you’re sweaty and perfect and so hard and…and will you use me? Fuck me? You…will you put me over the bench?” He was larger than life after he worked out…excited and filled with something…I had to have it. I had to have him. “Please?”

He’d made me tell him.

He wanted to know.

“Yes, slut.” Master made a pleased sound, pressing my face against his skin and stretching me with his other hand“You’re going to be my reward for a good, hard workout. Your decorated body to start and then your tight little hole at the end.”

Tighten. Relax.

“Yes, just like that.” He made a soft moan as I licked his slightly salty skin and nuzzled against him. “You’re going to be covered in my sweat by the time I’m done. I’ll use your mouth a few times to keep me going. I’ll rub my balls on your face. I bet my little slut’s going to love that.”

He’d.

I.

That.

Master laughed softly again as he pulled his fingers out and gave me another spank. My squeak gave his laughter an edge that made me squirm. “No humpies. But yes, I can feel how much you love that idea. It’s a good thing your hug is on or you might’ve come.”

Mumbling about me being naughty, he slipped two fingers back inside me and continued slowly fucking me. “If you beg sweetly to lick my sweat off, I might even let you come when I use your ass at the end.”

Might.

He might let me come.

Swallowing past a whine, I kissed up his arm and rubbed against him. “I’ll…I’ll be good then but tonight…tonight I’m being good too.”

I worked his fingers as my brain scrambled to think of other ways I’d been good. “I…I love worshipping you, Master. I love being used and making you happy. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Yes, and then I’d get a reward.

He made another low moan, stretching his fingers inside me as I nuzzled against him. “I love seeing how happy worshipping me makes you, slut, but your tight toy is going to feel wonderful. You’re learning how to work my cock perfectly.”

Tighten. Relax.

“I’m so proud of what a smart slut I’ve got.” Master sounded pleased as I continued to work his fingers. “Using you is going to be a good reward for both of us.”

Master was going to use me.

“Is your hug getting tighter? I saw that little wiggle.” Master kissed my head and his chest jerked when I whined and nodded. “Don’t worry. We’re going to teach you to come using just your tight toy.”

I was going to worry.

Lots of worries.

“What…what if I can’t?” Could I do it? I’d never tried. “I want to. I do.”

It would make Master happy.

“We’ll work hard, don’t worry.” Master’s fingers wiggled and stretched me again. “There are plugs and fun decorations that will help teach you as well. But I’m not afraid of hard work and neither are you.”

Master’s muscles showed he liked hard work.

I was fucked.

I tried not to whine but it escaped.

“So cute.” Master patted my head and his puppy tone came back. “I know you like hard work too. You’ve got a cute little body and an adorable toy to match. You like making me happy and I know you’re going to love suffering to make sure you’re being good for me.”

Ugh.

I would.

Somehow he made it sound so embarrassing I knew it’d turn me on and that would make it sound like a wonderful idea.

When I nodded and we both knew he was right, his fingers sank deeper into me and found my prostate. “Good boy.”

Rewards.

He was rewarding his slut.

I was definitely fucked.

“I…I’ll be good.” I could learn to come using just my tight toy. Then it wouldn’t be suffering. Then we’d both be happy. “I’ll work hard.”

That meant he’d have to fuck me a lot, right?

Yes.

Practice made perfect.

“We’re going to have so much fun.” Master’s happiness made me nervous but I liked it too and he was still so cheerful he made me squirm.

He was really good at making me squirm.

“I’m going to have to make sure I get a plug for you that vibrates so we can practice while you get to worship me next time.” Master was pleased but shifted my face so I was nuzzling his nipples. “Suckle, little slut.”

I could feel my face heating up as I wrapped my lips around him, but that made my hug tighter and I whined, which made my face even redder.

Master chuckled and shook his head. “You liked that.”

Ugh.

Closing my eyes, I sucked again and flicked my tongue over the tip. I wasn’t going to think about the words or how sexy he was or how good his fingers felt or how I wanted to be fucked or how I wanted to come.

“Such sweet whimpers.”

Shoot.

“Are you trying to beg to be fucked? Hmm?” He took his fingers out and patted my ass. “Let’s hear how sweetly you can beg and maybe that will help me go faster. I think you’d like that, but let’s hear it.”

God.

He was so fucking evil.

And so sweet.

I got another head kiss when I whined and gave his nipple a kiss I knew he’d like.

“Yes, you’re going to beg so sweetly I’m just going to want to fill you up.” Running one hand over my head, he made a soft sound to encourage me but that made it even more embarrassing. “You can do it. Try for me.”

Evil.

Evil.

Dom.

But he was so sexy.

Kissing over his chest, I rubbed my face against him and soaked up his scent and the way he felt under me.

Beg.

He wanted me to beg…sweetly…beg to be filled up and have him go faster.

Yes.

Faster would be amazing.

“I love…I love worshipping you, Master.” Yes. He knew how much I loved it and he found it funny. He kept making happy noises and petting my head.

God.

That was so…

No.

I had to beg.

“But please…please fill me up…please fill up my tight toy with your cock and your cum. Please? I need you…I’ve…

I was dreaming about you last night. You were so rough and you filled me up so good.

” He knew what I needed in dreams and in real life…

but he wanted to hear me beg. “You knew I was your slut and you bent me over and fucked me.”

Master made a pleased sound, giving my ass another pat like I’d been good. “That’s so cute. You did such a good job.”

Good enough to get fucked?

Good enough to be used and to get to come?