Page 24 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

He was alternating between looking contrite while telling me the right things and then turning around and grumbling about me being a brat.

However, since he didn’t seem to realize the frustrating bits were leaking out, I cut him some slack and decided to punish him for the rest of his ridiculously cute bad behavior. There’d been enough that we both knew he needed a spanking along with having control taken away from him.

It was also a good reminder that I needed to start taking more control and not expecting him to give it up because it seemed like he couldn’t do that on his own. At least, not without drama and grumbling and stomping his way up to my apartment.

The fact that he’d just started up the stairs without thinking about the elevator said he knew he needed to work off some drama.

I was going to be more than glad to help him out with that, though, and wear him completely out…starting with getting him naked in a slightly sweeter headspace.

This one was exhausting to watch and couldn’t be doing him any favors. I would, however, because I was a good Dom, and I’d wait to poke my dramatic little bear until we were behind a closed and locked door, though. “Now.”

The firm order and holding out my hands had him blinking and looking around for a few seconds before his brain was able to process the situation. “Yes.”

Nodding to himself, he emptied his pockets on the table by the door and started stripping as he blinked and looked like he was trying to clear his head.

That was not the plan, so as he handed me his clothes and set his shoes beside the door, I kept up the stern expression.

“You have two minutes in the bathroom. I expect to see you naked and kneeling on my bed when I get there.”

More blinking took up about ten seconds before he sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”

“Not helping the situation and you have a lot of bad behavior to fix.” I was technically talking to his back as he started making a naked run through my apartment, but it just added another reason for him to get punished, so I didn’t complain about it. “I’m counting.”

He’d never make it and we both knew it, but the panic would be fun and a good distraction.

It’d also give him something new to grumble about.

As he bitched and frantically tried to decide how clean he could get in his allotted time, I took his clothes and his gym stuff to my laundry room. The quick cycle would be good enough, so I got it all started and headed to the bedroom.

My place was a bit larger than Weston’s but it still didn’t take much time to get from one end of the apartment to the other.

Oh dear.

“Where’s my slut?” Making a loud sigh as he mumbled fucks from the bathroom, I plugged our phones in and made sure my alarm was set while he scrambled to finish getting ready. “This isn’t making me more understanding.”

Something made a loud thud, but before I could start to worry, he called out. “It was just your soap. I’m fine. I’m careful. I’m thinking clearly. I’m hurrying. I’m sorry.”

He was also ridiculous, but I let a tsking sound make that clear for me.

I didn’t even have to actually say words to get more fucks and grumbles from him, but he was hard as a rock and not thinking about the rest of the day as he finally sprang out of the bathroom.

“Two minutes wasn’t enough. I should’ve explained that.

I was trying to be polite, though. I’m a good sub. ”

Had I mentioned he was also a dramatic one?

“Are you?” Leaning against the bed in just my track pants and an obvious lack of underwear, I frowned at him and tried not to laugh as his brain slowly stopped working like a phone that was ready to die. “I’m not sure I’m seeing good behavior.”

I was a good Dom for the quick clothes change, though.

Flexing my chest and arms as I shifted had his brain bar going even lower. He blinked a few times like he was trying to gain a bit more power, but it only worked so well. “I…it was…I tried, so that makes me good.”

“No.” That was not going to be the standard we used. “A good sub uses a sweeter tone and makes sure their Master knows their toys are ready for his use.”

Weston might’ve groaned as his cheeks heated up, but his cock bobbed up and down, eager to say he approved of the way the evening had shifted.

“A good sub doesn’t curse and grumble about how their Master is a brat.” It seemed to be his favorite word lately, so I wasn’t surprised when he tried to get the guilty expression off his face. “Or a dick.”

Reaching down, I squeezed my erection. “This is the only dick a good sub is thinking about.”

Just dropping his gaze to my groin had him moaning and taking a step forward without realizing it. “I was…I was thinking about that one. I promise.”

I just bet he had been.

“Are you showing me that?” Shifting my arms to make my pecs flex, I widened my stance and made sure to look even more imposing. “Are you showing me that you want to worship me or even thinking of ways to please me?”

He got a few false starts out as he tried to figure out what to say, but his brain power was almost at zero. “No…I…I forgot.”

Shaking my head, I sighed. “Sluts do that a lot. The big brain just turns off when the little one gets excited.”

The best part about making him squirm that time was how true it was. He might’ve blushed and whined, but he couldn’t argue against it. “I don’t know why that happens.”

“Oh, I think you do.” Running one hand over my chest, I flicked my nipple and chuckled as he whined and inched closer again. “Tell me why.”

His sound effects were sexy but my favorite part was his dramatic facial expressions as he fought whatever was going through his head. “I…I’m a slut, so my big head doesn’t work when the little one is excited.”

“Much better.” And I was going to do my best to make sure the big one didn’t work for the rest of the night. “But use your slut words.”

Giving one nipple a pinch seemed to kill a few more of his brain cells, but it made his cock very happy and had him licking his lips. “Be my good boy and I’ll let you worship me after your punishment.”

What few brains he had left couldn’t seem to decide what to focus on as he inched closer across the carpet. “My punishment? I can. I mean. Worshipping you? How will…how will I get to come, Master?”

I wasn’t sure what order to tackle any of that in, so I ignored most of it since he probably wouldn’t remember any of his questions anyway. “It’ll be a good distraction from your aching ass.”

Blinks and deep breaths wouldn’t help his ability to think for long, but he did his best. “An…an orgasm would be a good distraction too, Sir.”

“Would it?” Reaching out to stroke his chest as he finally got close enough for me to touch, I frowned as I slid my hand down to cup his erection. “Maybe I’ll remember that after I get some good manners from my boy.”

No promises, though.

The not knowing would make him even more turned on and flustered.

“I…” His thought slowly trailed off as a few more cells died a slow, desire-filled death. “That’s…”

Sexy as fuck, probably.

“Manners.” Barely giving his dick a squeeze had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Or have you decided that you don’t want an orgasm after your spanking? You don’t want to play cowboy?”

That took a few seconds to work its way through his brain, but the whimper that escaped let me know when it finally clicked. “I’d…I’d be for that, Master.”

He’d like riding me, that was for sure…but I wasn’t sure what else he thought he was saying.

“Then what do you need to do?” Distracting him was fun no matter when I got to do it, but fucking with him and making him squirm too was even better. “Let me hear you be my good boy.”

Eventually I’d let him come one way or another, but following orders would let him get it faster and with the least frustration. “Or did you want to have your prostate milked instead of getting a good boy ‘gasm?”

Oh, that blush…it was almost as sexy as the way he whined and squirmed, earning another firm squeeze to his begging cock. “That was not an answer.”

“I’m…I’m your good boy.” That seemed like more of an automatic response than a thoughtful one, so I waited to see what would happen next. “Good boys…good boys get rewards and orgasms and to play cowboy.”

Since he seemed to be talking himself into the scene, I nodded slowly but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t processing quickly but he was still making progress. “Then show me you’re a good boy.”

I could play the waiting game all night long, which he seemed to understand without having to think about it based on his whine.

So I waited.

And waited.

I couldn’t decide if he was struggling to think or just being stubborn, but either way it took a few long moments for him to break.

“I’m your good slut, Master.” Eager too, because he was shaking and his eyes were a little too wide. I’d definitely lost most of him to his needy submissive headspace and the real world was slipping far behind.

However, there was still enough reality left for him to look adorably ashamed and needy as he fought to be a good boy. “I…I want to get my spanking and play cowboy…play cowboy with your tight toy.”

He was so turned on his cock started to throb, which earned him a viselike grip as a human cock ring wrapped around the base of his dick. He was going to need to be very grateful I was very fast. “Were you trying to be naughty?”

Yes.

Very much yes.

But as he wobbled and sucked in air, he shook his head and did an adorable impression of a goldfish. It took longer than he seemed to realize to come back from the edge, but I wasn’t terribly helpful.

“This is why you need your hug on, slut.” Making a tsking sound and putting a bit of cuteness into my voice, I gave him a disappointed look. “Home time is hug time from now on. But don’t worry, I’ll get one for here too.”

It was going to be fun.

“I.” He blinked. “You.”

Nothing.

Without more to go on, I smiled at him and kept fucking with him. “I’ll keep it by the door for you, and when you come over, you’ll get prettied up like a good slut craves. Naked, hugged, and plugged.”

I was pretty sure it was the bright smile that really fucked with him the most…and probably how obviously excited I was for it.

“That’s…” He was probably going to say something like evil or fucked up, but after a few seconds, he whined out a smarter response. “Thank you for helping me.”

Giving his nose a tiny kiss got another whimpery sound from him. “You’re welcome. Why are you being sweet and thanking me, though? Can you give me a response using good manners?”

Probably not without losing a few more brain cells, but he had me, so he didn’t need them.

There was a slightly desperate edge to his sexy whine, but he nodded and the goldfish face stopped as he clamped his lips together. It was clearly taking a lot of work to get his thoughts together, so I was patient and didn’t let him come.

Or play with his cock.

I was a good cock ring and kept him from orgasming and made sure he remembered to be embarrassed.

A few deep breaths and whines later, he made it work and made me proud. “Good boys thank their Masters when…when their Masters hold their toys tight and keep their boys from being naughty.”

The wobbles were back but he stayed upright and mostly aware of his surroundings as he continued to earn his reward. “Sluts…sluts need help being good and you were nice, so I didn’t get punished for…for being naughty.”

He was the cutest sub ever.

“Good boy. I’m so proud of you.” Cheek kisses and the excited tone had his dick trying to get attention, so I had to chuckle and look down at it. “Oh dear. Still a cute slut.”

Oops.

That had him trying to orgasm again and his legs went just a bit too wobbly.

An arm around his waist and a firm grip kept him upright, but I made another tsking sound and frowned at him. “Hugs at both houses.”

Somehow that didn’t help the situation, but I was just being honest and direct with him, so he couldn’t complain about that. “I’ll be more prepared for our next sleepover.”

Oh, that got a fun response too.

“Do cute sluts like sleepovers?” The level of blushing and squirming that got was out of proportion to how much I’d thought it’d embarrass him, so I knew I’d hit on something I needed to poke at.

Getting him up on the bed where he couldn’t fall took precedence, though. “On the bed so we can start our sleepover fun.”

Best kink ever.

Nice fuckery was so much better than having to growl and nearly holler at a sub.

Wobbly legs were still dangerous for all subs, though, so I was careful and kept Weston close as I turned us around so the back of his legs were pressed against the mattress. “I’m going to let go of your little toy, but you do not have permission to come yet.”

He looked a bit too confident as I started to release him, so I went back to the cutesy tone. “Playtime isn’t over and we’re going to have lots more sleepover fun first.”

Yep, still getting a good response.

He managed not to come or grab himself, which definitely left him in the good boy category and earned him another smile as I picked him up under his arms and plopped him on the bed. “Good job, slut.”

Another kiss on the nose had his dick jumping around and begging for attention, so I looked down at it and chuckled. “You too, little guy.”

That time Weston was his own cock ring.

“Good catch.” Another beaming smile wasn’t helpful at all. “I’m so glad you want to have good manners for your spanking and playtime.”

Yep…best kink ever and it was never going to get old.