Page 23 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

Why did following the rules have to make my brain work so much?

Ugh.

Thinking was evil too.

No, I had to explain what I wanted to get it, and next time we’d make sure I didn’t have to think.

“I know you’re giving me options that you approve of, so I don’t have to worry about that.” I was still glad when he nodded and confirmed my logic, though. “Right Now Me is willing to do either option because I’m not thinking clearly enough to rank the choices.”

The smirk he flashed me said he’d already realized that, but he kept his snark to himself. “I’m proud of you for realizing that.”

Brat.

He was so sexy when his eyes sparkled like that.

Was that a new T-shirt?

Had his arms gotten bigger?

What had I been saying?

Fuck.

“Um, the schedule. Yes.” I could do this. “I think Morning Me would like to wake up beside you, though. So I would like to stay over at your place and then go over to mine to get ready for work.” As long as I got coffee before I left his place, I’d be fine in the morning.

Probably better than I had been earlier since I wouldn’t be panicked and horny over the camera and performing for the bear.

Oh.

“Can I ask how many cameras are in my place?” I wasn’t sure what I could ask, but I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Um, can I ask what rooms they’re in?”

So far the only ones I knew about were in the bedroom, but his wicked smile said not to assume anything.

“You don’t need to know that, but I will tell you that you need to make sure you’re leaving for work on time.” I could feel my eyes widening, so I wasn’t surprised when he chuckled. “Speeding to work because you can’t find your keys will have consequences if I see you doing it again.”

Fuck.

Wow.

Where?

The living room?

By the front door?

Shit. I’d run all over the apartment trying to find the damned things, so he could’ve placed the cameras anywhere.

“You…you were watching me?” I should’ve found something more informative to ask him, but my brain was spinning in too many different directions.

“Yes, slut. I made sure to be on break when you were getting ready for the day just so I could watch you.” He was thoroughly enjoying himself but still sent a shiver through me when he frowned. “Do you know how often you give your little stiffy a tug when you’re walking around?”

No.

But I could guarantee I’d think about it a lot more often going forward.

“Um, I think I was doing that when I thought of you and the camera and you and the bear and well…just you in general.” He was really distracting even when he wasn’t around. “I didn’t orgasm, though, and I wasn’t deliberately playing with myself.”

I’d just been…thoughtful.

Thankfully, he believed me and nodded. “Alright, but I want you to be more conscious of that in the future.”

“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t going to waste a single orgasm doing something stupid like accidentally getting myself off. “But I answered your question and thought about it. I didn’t just say something.”

That got a smile from him and he pulled me closer to give me a quick kiss. “You did a very good job. Is there anything you’re worried about or that you need to share with me?”

No.

Was there?

“I don’t think so?” That didn’t sound confident enough but he started to smile as I tried to fix it. “There might be something that pops up randomly.”

Brains were hard sometimes.

“I can’t control it.” There was no way I could promise that. “Right now, my biggest worries are rational and not big.”

There was a better word for not big but I lost it somewhere.

“It’s making sure I get coffee in the morning because you get up really early and an orgasm of some sort.

But I was trying not to think too much about that because we don’t have my hug, so I was kind of worried about how that would turn out. ”

Had I said worried too much?

Would he worry about that?

“Not enough to have to confess, though.” There had to be levels to confessions. “That’s just an everyday sub kind of worry. Not a big one.”

I found myself holding my breath as I waited to see if he understood and agreed with me.

He nodded.

Relief made me lightheaded but I leaned into him, so it didn’t matter. He chuckled and shook his head at my drama but his free arm wrapped around me. “Too many little worries and we’re going to have talks, though.”

I wasn’t so sure about that.

“I…” Think. I had to think. Closing my eyes made that better and I imagined standing in the conference room at work giving the monthly numbers report.

I hated thinking.

“I will be willing to hear your thoughts if we get to that point.” I needed more information before I agreed to something like that randomly. “There are a lot of very reasonable small worries that just pop up for most subs I’ve talked to.”

Worriers beat non-worriers at a five-to-one ratio as far as I could tell.

He was quiet for a second before he squeezed my hand. “That’s a very good way to approach the possible rule, and it shows me you’re thinking clearly enough to actually drive to my place.”

That made me laugh.

“I’m kind of ready to stop thinking, but yeah, making sure I can logic and safely drive a car is smart.

” If we kept talking, though, he was going to destroy my brain again.

“But you distract me really thoroughly without even trying, so I’m going to logic one more time and say that we need to take this conversation to your place before it happens again. ”

His laugh that time was wicked and sexy, but he kissed my forehead. “Deal. Open your eyes and take a step back. Once you take a couple of deep breaths, I’ll release your hand.”

Making sure I was steady?

Oh, I guessed I was leaning against him.

Ugh.

More thinking required.

That sucked.

He slowly released me as I obeyed and straightened. Opening my eyes was the most dangerous because he was distracting even when he wasn’t talking but I did my best to keep my gaze on other things. “I’m not even going to ask what you’re doing.”

Because he already knew.

“I’m going to refer back to that distracting point.” It was late and he’d already stretched my ability to behave to the limit at the gym. Some of that might’ve been my fault, but I wasn’t going to overthink who was to blame.

I was just going to blame my Dom.

Yep.

It was his fault.

Cyrus found it funny and I saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye. “You are so dramatic, but it’s cute, so I’m willing to deal with it.”

Good because I wasn’t going to stop.

“Thank you, Sir.” Being polite might get me a faster orgasm, so I played nice. “Is there anything I need to know for the drive home?”

We had to get moving on that before I remembered how soft his T-shirt felt against my cheek.

“No, we’re good. Just park in that visitor section and I’ll come open your door.” That wasn’t what I’d expected, so I made the mistake of focusing on him again.

Bad decision.

My fingers itched to stroke his chest, and something about the way he was watching me was amazingly sexy. It looked like I was his entire world at that moment and it was damned near overwhelming.

At least in the sub trying to maintain logic kind of way.

Whatever he saw on my face made his eyes sparkle and he realized he needed to explain more of what he was thinking.

“Once you have the car turned off again, you’re mine.

Period. No more thinking. No more decisions.

My sub. I’m going to take you upstairs and strip you down, and then we’re going to leave the rest of the world behind. ”

He was such a dick. “Did I forget to mention the distracting part?”

Fucking hell.

His eyes sparkled but he tried to look stern. “Did I forget to mention the I control your orgasms part?”

“It’s cheating.” He was fucking with me. “I’m supposed to drive safely and think and make good decisions, and you’re here making me think of sex and orgasms and spankings and denial. It’s just not right.”

He shrugged.

“I just wanted to make sure you understood the consequences of putting yourself under my control for the night.” His gaze was so hot I could almost feel it stroking over my skin. “I didn’t want that to be a surprise.”

So was that saying there would be other surprises?

Was he back to just fucking with me?

“I’m not going to ask about whatever you’re trying to make me think about.” Worry probably would’ve been a better word but that one still felt dangerous. “I’m going to drive safely and not think about it and then behave so you have to give me an orgasm.”

Head cocking to the side, he frowned. “I’m not sure you can do it.”

Bullshit.

“Watch me.”

And watch me get punished in some creative way or another when I got to his place.

But I wasn’t going to think about that.

“I’ll meet you there…at a safe speed and following all the driving laws.” I didn’t stomp as I walked up to the driver’s door, but I was firm as I climbed in the car. “I’ll see you there and then you can take control. I’ve had a long day of being fucked with.”

I’d woken up with him driving me crazy and it hadn’t stopped.

He was going to have to make that up to me by controlling me and giving me an orgasm…whether he liked it or not.

He was my Dom and it was his job in our relationship.

He knew it too based on how quickly he walked over and got in his car.

“Good. There won’t be any misunderstandings. I need to submit, to feel owned, and to relax, damn it.” He had a big job cut out for him but he seemed to be taking it seriously as he carefully followed me out of the parking lot and toward his apartment.

Frustration and drama took me all the way to his place before it started fading into something slightly more distracting and I started thinking too much again.

“Fucking hell.”

I was back to glaring at him as he opened my door and reached for the keys I’d set in the console. “You did that on purpose.”

The asshole shrugged again. “And?”

“I would’ve been fine.” There’d been no need to get me so wound up. “I’d have been safe and thinking.”

He still didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. “But this way you had blood in your brain and now I have an excuse to punish you.”

How had I ended up with a sweet but still pain in the ass Dom?

“You set me up.” I wasn’t going to let him forget that.

“Not my fault you forget your manners too easily.” Releasing my seat belt, he took my hand and helped me out of the car. “Even when you’re getting wound up, you need to think about being polite.”

Giving me a skeptical look as I huffed, he lifted one shoulder. “And think about possibly being a tad smarter, but you’re just my little slut, so I probably shouldn’t expect that from you.”

Ugh.

He was such a brat.

Doing my best to push back my embarrassment, I glared at him. “I was thinking. You were just winding me up on purpose. That’s not my fault.”

“So you’re saying that I need to take control of your reactions better?” Pulling his brows together, he cocked his head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, but I think your little toy would like it.”

As all the blood started shifting lower in my body, I had a harder time remembering why I needed to be frustrated with him. “That’s not the point.”

I just wasn’t sure what the point was…he was a brat?

I knew that.

“If you can’t regulate yourself, then I’m going to have to help more.” Frowning at me like he was thinking hard, he sighed. “I know how we’re going to start. Let’s go.”

He grabbed my gym bag out of the back before locking my car, taking my hand again, and leading me toward the building. “You just need a reminder about who’s in control and how a good boy talks to his Master.”

Oh.

Well.

I.

“You’re in control.” Making sure I acknowledged that first seemed like the best way to end whatever scene he was picturing with an orgasm. “I just…it’s been a long day and I just forgot my manners.”

Yes, I had them, but they’d slipped my mind, so I wouldn’t need much of a reminder.

Just a little one.

A tiny one to make sure he turned my brain off completely and I could finally relax without having to think.

I’d done entirely too much thinking and it was time for him to turn my brain off.

Yes.

He’d dropped the ball and he was going to fix the problem he’d created.