Page 22 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Making both heads work at the same time seemed to make him a grumpy pain in the ass, but like he’d said, he’d talked and hadn’t tried to hide anything from me. “So what I’m hearing from you is that you would like to orgasm and you need information.”

When he shivered and nodded, it looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Yes, Sir.”

I was starting to think letting him drive had been a stupid decision.

“I’m going to start with answering your questions and then go from there.” As we made our way to his car, I kept my tone even but with a hint of Dom to keep his brain settled. “I will let you come as long as your behavior stays in a reasonable range.”

We weren’t going to aim for perfect but his snarky tone had to shift very quickly.

Nodding enthusiastically, Weston did his straighten and look well-mannered bit. “Yes, Sir.”

He really wanted to come.

I’d done a badass job at dinner.

He really had a fabulous Dom.

Okay, back on track.

“I don’t need to go back to my place, but something to remember is that I get up earlier than you do. Fucking up your sleep schedule seemed mean, so I wasn’t going to suggest overnights during the week.” He had a tendency to be a night owl and I didn’t want to leave him exhausted.

I’d thought going over to hang out in the evenings a few times a week would be enough for him, but I wasn’t so sure any longer.

“I…” He paused, cocking his head and thinking about what I’d said as we got to his car. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“I think about you a lot.” Kissing his forehead, I leaned against the hood of his car and shifted him so he was standing in front of me.

“This morning fucked with your head a bit and might’ve put you more on edge than you realized.

Do we need to put off the bear and give you time to settle into a new routine first? ”

I wasn’t shocked when he shook his head, but I was surprised at how quickly he responded. “No. I. It was. You.”

It seemed that my slut had big feelings about the cameras, so I kept my eyes on his and mimed taking a deep breath when he couldn’t get a full thought out. The reminder had him obeying and it helped his brain to slow enough that we made progress. “No. I liked how the morning went.”

Since it was a great start, I made a pleased sound and squeezed his hand as I waited and hoped for more. I knew I was going to get it when he squeezed his eyes shut and his face started to get an adorable pink color. “Starting the day squirming and embarrassed…that…that was perfect.”

And having to admit that seemed to bring all that fun, embarrassed desire back to the surface.

“I don’t want to stop that even though it might’ve made me slightly off-center a couple of times during the day.” Before I could ask what that meant, he huffed. “Lunch seemed really long.”

Because he couldn’t play with himself?

Because he had too much time to think about it?

I kept my delight to myself and just made a thinking sound that prompted more words from him. “I think I just need to know more in advance what the plan is going to be. My brain’s had too much time to come up with options and it’s gotten to the point of frustrating.”

Too much time to fantasize and plan was not a good thing.

Got it.

I could also handle it.

“Then we’re going to sit down and make a schedule for what our week is going to look like.

What days we stay over at the different apartments and things like that.

We’ll take into consideration practical issues like me getting up so early and you getting enough playtime.

” I thought I’d worded it fairly neutrally considering we were out in public, but his blush was back.

“I. Yes. Playtime.” He nodded and seemed to think he looked relaxed, but he still had his eyes closed and whatever he’d been thinking made him shiver. “Okay.”

Managing not to laugh made me an even better Dom.

“You have two choices for tonight. Each one will come with an orgasm, so you don’t have to worry about that.” He didn’t need to worry but I needed to plan better and focus his energy on more productive things like how he’d orgasm. He’d been using all his pent-up desire in highly negative ways.

“Thank you. Yes. Thank you, Sir.” Nodding, he finally seemed to realize he had his eyes closed and opened them again. I even got a smile and he looked like he thought he was being confident and normal.

He was not.

But desperate and ready to hump me in the parking lot was sexier.

“Good boy.” No point in pretending he wasn’t in his horny headspace. “Option one is coming over to my place, which means going to bed at a reasonable hour and you getting up early. I’ll wear you out, though, and in the morning you’ll head back to your place to change for work.”

It wasn’t a terrible option but he wouldn’t have time to hide from cameras or have an existential crisis.

As he nodded slowly and looked like he was processing the option, I gave him number two. “The other would be swinging by my place for clothes for tomorrow and then going over to your place for the night. Still an early morning, though, but if I was quiet, you’d probably sleep through my leaving.”

Hopefully.

Then he could have his camera crisis and potty dance time.

That’d definitely been fun, so I was hoping we’d get to reenact that part of the scene again.

“Technically, I guess a third option would be making you come here in the parking lot and then sending you home with messy undies, knowing you’re a dirty boy, but I think the others are probably higher on your list.” Okay, so there were a lot of other ways we could handle things, but his brain wasn’t working enough for that.

We needed a decision and a plan so I could let his head clear enough for him to drive; that meant limited options and less fuckery until he didn’t have to handle heavy machinery.

Unfortunately.

So as his wonderful Dom, I stopped teasing him and simply held his hand while he processed…and wiggled…and sighed.

Such adorable drama.

But what did he actually want?