Page 17 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

“Is that how my slut wants to get fucked?” Stretching my fingers under his ass, I wiggled the cage. “Is that how you want to try to come?”

Try.

That got a whimper from him, and his entire body seemed to clench around my fingers as he desperately worked to find a reasonable response…or maybe just a smart one. After a few moments of whining and kissing, he nodded. “Yes, Master. That’s how I want to come. With my hug on. I remember.”

Thinking positively or was it some kind of manipulation?

“You seem to remember the rules when you want to be fucked, but we’ll have to see how well you remember them this week when you’re talking to your bear in the morning and when I’m watching you.” Pleasure looked like it rippled through his whole body. “Only good boys get rewards, though.”

He sucked in a breath as he nuzzled against my chest, licking around my nipple. “I want to be good for you.”

That sounded like an admission that he wouldn’t promise to actually be good.

“If you’re not, we’ll figure out a way to help you try harder.” The threat was vague because I wasn’t sure what I’d do in that case, but his brain didn’t take it that way.

Whatever he imagined got another sexy sound from him and he humped the air, earning another pop. The way his body jerked and the needy whimper that he let out said he loved it, but the tsking sound I made and my sigh seemed to embarrass him.

Which turned him on too.

So as he blushed, I rubbed over his pink cheek. “You don’t want me to think you need a lot of rules to behave, slut. All that humping and whining? I’m not going to tolerate you playing with your toys while I’m not around.”

Shaking as dirty thoughts fired through his wonderfully fascinating brain, Weston shook his head. “I remember. I won’t forget. No playtime. I’ll remember.”

Letting out a soft, disbelieving sound, I made sure he saw how skeptical I was about his ability to keep his hands off his toys. “You’re going to have to prove that to me. I’m going to want to see your little stiffy on a regular basis, and if I think you’ve been naughty, you won’t get to come.”

It took his brain a few seconds to catch up to that threat. “How long? I’m going to be good but I…I need to understand the rules and…and consequences.”

Technically that was true but we both knew it was utter bullshit.

“At least one week. At least.” Letting him hear the resolve in my tone, I squeezed his ass. “I can use your tight toy without letting you come. Then there’s your mouth. There are a lot of ways I can use you without rewarding you.”

He must’ve had vivid images in his head of something dirty because his muscles clenched and he seemed to fight the urge to hump the air again. “I can be good. I can. I just. I need to know how to be good.”

Oh.

Lifting him off me, I set him down on the bed on all fours, patting his ass again. “Head down. Toys up.”

He made a strangled sound as he pressed his face into the bed, pushing his ass up as he enthusiastically obeyed. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

He was either going to be good or give himself a heart attack trying.

Running my hands down his back, I used my knees to widen his legs and made sure he gave me a beautiful view. “You can be my good slut by showing off your hard little toy in the morning so I know you haven’t been playing humpies.”

He made such fun sounds.

Why didn’t more subs like the cute dirty talk?

This wasn’t stressful at all and I didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone’s feelings by getting something wrong. Sure, part of that might’ve been because Weston was getting good at making sure I knew what turned him on, but nearly everything I did seemed to turn him on…so still relaxing and fun.

As I rocked forward and teased his slick hole with the tip of my dick, he shivered and sucked in another breath. “When…when can I ask to come? What…what’s that rule?”

Still keeping up the nudges that were too soft to fuck him, I made a thinking sound and continued to caress his back and down to his barely pink cheeks.

“Well, I think that’s going to depend on how needy my slut is.

How often do you usually fantasize about being used and humiliated as you play with your toys? ”

His groan was sexy as fuck but made me chuckle too. “Oh, that much, slut?”

Some kind of mumbled response technically sounded like it came out of him, but it wasn’t words or clear enough for me to understand. “Is my little minute man always playing with his toys?”

It seemed like I’d found a new hot spot.

Weston squirmed and whined, mumbling softly as he arched his ass up.

So…distracting me with his tight little hole was better than admitting how often he played with himself?

How often was he jerking off?

There was a list of reasons why I had to know the answer, some practical and some fun, but he needed a bit more incentive to get the words out clearly. So I pinned his hips in place and pushed the head of my dick through his tight ring.

He had the sexiest moan.

But it quickly turned into another whine as I stopped about an inch in. “Master…I…please…”

Clear words.

Progress.

“Answer my question.” The stern tone got another shiver from him but it felt like his body was at war with itself. His ass wanted my dick. His cock wanted something to rub against. His brain wanted to stop having to work.

And the combination was making him twitch and jerk.

After a few moments, he remembered to breathe and remembered he had a sexy way to manipulate me because he started working my dick like we’d practiced.

Fucking perfect.

So I gave him another light spank that was more sound than pain. “Naughty boy.”

Either the too light spank or simply being called out on it had embarrassment flooding through him because he blushed more deeply and his body tried to see if it could come hands free just milking the tip of my cock.

It couldn’t.

It was, however, a good way to jump-start his brain.

“Morning and night. Morning and night.” He probably would’ve kept going but his reward sucked the air right out of his lungs.

One thrust had me buried deep in him, and he let out another strangled sound before he melted into the bed. “Master…that’s…”

Giving his body a chance to relax around me, I went back to running my hands over him as I forced myself to stay completely still. “That’s what my slut needed, isn’t it?”

He seemed to have tipped from desperate to nearly subspace based on how long it took his head to bob. “I…yes…”

I was still getting words, so I made a pleased sound and patted his ass. “Good boy. You got words out on the first try.”

So. Much. Fun.

His reward that time was a slow fuck in and out, barely giving him stimulation. “You know you’re not going to get to come that much anymore, right? You belong to me, slut, and I won’t have you constantly playing with toys that belong to me.”

Giving him a hard fuck to make sure he remembered the toys I was talking about had air getting stuck in his lungs but fireworks seeming to shoot through him, so I had a feeling he’d been very honest about wanting to be used hard.

“Who do your toys belong to?” He had to focus on air first, but after a few moments he shivered and groaned. “That’s not words, slut.”

He was fighting to get them out, but it took longer than he realized. Luckily for him, I was having fun and not in any hurry. “You’re a good little cockwarmer but eventually you’re going to lose your orgasm.”

That wasn’t a threat I was going to follow through on, but it must’ve sounded reasonable enough to him that he jolted and his body tried to come again.

“Naughty slut.” Another spank didn’t help but it was a fun game and got more jolts and sound effects from him. “Words.”

Did he remember what I’d asked?

“Who do these toys belong to?” I gave him another fuck before reaching under him to jiggle his caged cock. “The tight one and the little one.”

“You.” The word burst out of him, filled with desperation and desire. “Please. You. They belong to you.”

“Good boy.” And since that meant he deserved a reward, I started fucking him with a punishing rhythm, bottoming out every time but at an angle that barely teased his prostate.

When he could breathe, he let out moans and whines, but when I was nice and nailed his prostate, I only got frantic, strangled sounds. They were all thoroughly enjoyable, though, and I couldn’t help seeing how many different noises I could wring from my needy boy.

“Please. Please. Please.” Repeating the word over and over, Weston started shaking and I knew we’d reached the end of his rope.

I wasn’t completely sure what would make him come, but I shifted the angle to nail his prostate with every thrust and reached under him to tug on his nipples.

The back-and-forth rhythm of fucking and tugging had him letting out a strangled sound and I could feel his body rippling around me.

“You’ve got a nice firm hug to keep you cute and soft.

A cock in your tight toy. Being used like a slut. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”

If it wasn’t we needed to add something else to the mix.

His desperate sounds made it seem like we were close to perfect at the very least. So I gave his nipples one more tug and nailed his prostate again. “Come, slut. Show me how good it feels. Show me you’re my good boy.”

Thank God.

He came.

Letting my own worries fade as he cried out and his body spasmed around me, I chased the pleasure he’d already found and raced toward my own orgasm.

I found it as his faded, but feeling me come deep inside him seemed to give him a second wave of humiliation and pleasure based on his sexy noises.

“Yes, my slut loves being used and getting dirty.”

Leaning over him, I kissed the back of his neck and slowly rocked in and out of him, making sure he could feel my cum leaking out. “Such a sweet dirty boy. You begged so nicely and you even got to come.”

Weston was relaxed and hadn’t started to panic yet, so I kissed him and fucked with his head until my cock was too soft and I finally slipped out. He seemed to be blissed out or close to subspace, so I rolled us to the side and wrapped my body around his.

That finally got a soft sigh and he relaxed into me, so I kissed his neck again and nuzzled against him. “That’s right. You were so good.”

Still no freak-out.

No obvious regrets.

As his legs relaxed and his breathing deepened, I stroked his chest and slowly worked my way down his body. When I got to his caged cock, my intention was to release him but he shook his head. “Not yet. Please?”

“Let me check you first.” Kissing his cheek, I sat up and spread his legs wider, chuckling when he gave an embarrassed squeak. “Silly boy.”

That did not help the humiliation running through him, so it was a wonderful way to keep his worries at bay as he wiggled and scrunched up his face. “Does your little toy hurt?”

It looked fine as I shifted it around to make sure I didn’t see any sore spots, but his groan wasn’t exactly helpful. “It’s a bit dirty, so my minute man had fun, but do you have a boo-boo?”

Still just as fun as the first time I’d fucked with him.

And it still got just as fabulous sound effects.

“No, Master.” Whining, he shook his head and covered his face with his hands. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Hmm?” The simplest prompting had his body jerking, and his cage seemed to get a bit tighter based on the way he sighed and shifted.

“Your toy doesn’t hurt, Master. It doesn’t have any…any boo-boos.”

If he hadn’t already come, I was pretty sure that would’ve done it.

“Good boy.” Kissing the tip of his caged dick, I chuckled again to make him squirm. “It’s so cute like this and I’m so proud of you for coming for me.”

His groan was pure embarrassment but he curled into me as soon as I lay back down with him. “Master…I…I got my reward but did you…did you like that game?”

“Yes.” Nuzzling against him, I leaned down to get under his hands and gave him a quick peck. “You felt so good around me and you remembered to make me happy.”

More shivers.

Still doing great.

He even squeaked and shoved his face tighter against my chest, so I stroked the back of his head and laughed again quietly. “My needy boy. But that’s okay. I’m going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

Me.

Weston took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he rubbed his face against me. “By…by controlling my orgasms and…and making me talk to the bear?”

“Yes.” Kissing the top of his head, I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled him even closer. “And finding new ways to use you and make you submit and to reward you.”

“I don’t know how you make that sound scary and sexy at the same time.” His words were too dramatic for me to take seriously.

“Well, you are a smart slut, but I can understand how you could get confused.” I kissed his head and grinned as he let out another ridiculous sigh. “But don’t worry, I’m here to help.”

And sooner or later he’d figure out I wasn’t going anywhere.

Right?