Page 29 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

I just needed another second or two and I’d figure it out, but he never let me have enough time to make that work.

He kissed my cheek.

He patted my ass.

He squeezed my dick as he asked if my little toy was looking forward to being hugged.

And he kept smiling and acknowledging everyone that walked past us to keep me more embarrassed and stupidly squirmy.

He looked sweet but he was really evil.

My Master was also really distracting because he kept smiling and his muscles were bulging and his T-shirt was stretched so tight over his chest he made me…

What was I doing?

Trying to bug him.

Fuck.

How were we already at the locker rooms?

Wait.

“Where?” I had to. He was. “Where are we going?”

Master’s chuckle was excited and evil.

Probably supervillain in a DreamWorks movie evil.

We weren’t at old-fashioned Disney but it was close.

Why was that the only thing I could think about?

Fucking hell.

Where were we going?

“There’s another one back here. We should have some privacy when I help you remember to be good.” He made that sound reasonable but there was no way it was. “Technically doing it in one of the rooms would be within your limits but I thought I’d be nice.”

No.

He was too happy to be nice.

I just wasn’t sure how to say that without getting more reminders or sounding nuts.

“Have you thought about what we were doing a year ago?” As far as distractions went, it was a good one but he had my undivided attention on other things. “I’m still at a loss.”

I wasn’t going to talk about that.

“What…what does my reminder look like again? I was paying attention but you and Conner together in one place is hard on my brain.” I kept imagining different scenarios and ridiculous nonsense, and that didn’t even begin to touch on how crazy it was when Master started being Master and not just Cyrus.

Conner liked him as Master too.

“I told you. A spanking and your hug. Then we’ll see.” He was frustratingly vague with that we’ll see bit and that was the part where I knew something was up. “I went over your limits, though.”

In detail from what I caught of his conversation with Conner.

What had we talked about?

People stuff.

In front of people stuff and with people stuff and to people stuff.

Who was people in this case?

My brain was just too slow and we ended up at a door before I could figure any of it out.

Wait.

Employees Only?

I caught a glimpse of a paper taped to the door as a makeshift sign that only added to my questions.

Shenanigans in progress.

Stay out.

Don’t be nosy.

What kind of shenanigans?

“Now, why are we here?” Master led me in, ignoring everything else around us as he went right into a Master giving reminders role. “Why are you getting a spanking before we put on your hug?”

The locker room with its benches and open showers looked close enough to the one at the gym that it finally started to dawn on me…but Nico standing there in just tiny gym shorts and not much else was what finally had it hitting me right in the face.

Lower really.

“We. I.” My brain thought it was saying something but all processing seemed to stop as the scene unfolded.

“Hey.” Master looked over at Nico and shook his head. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were still here.”

We were at the gym.

And I’d been naughty at the gym.

Oh wow.

“I got stuck doing some paperwork while you guys finished your workout.” Pretending to wipe nonexistent sweat off his chest with a small towel, he frowned. “Do you need me to give you some privacy?”

A tiny logical part of my brain realized he was giving me a chance to safeword, but the rest of me was flashing hot and cold as reality took a back seat to fantasy.

“Nah. You know sometimes sluts just need to see the consequences for their actions.” Master shook his head and frowned like there was nothing he could do about it.

My behavior.

There was nothing else he could do about me being a brat.

“I…I was rude and…and I forgot my manners.” There’d been other things, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember them.

Or for the orgasm of me.

Please let me get to come.

Whatever he saw on my face had Nico nodding as he trailed the towel lower to fuck with me too. “He’s a cutie, but yeah, he seems to need a bit of correction sometimes.”

“It’s time.” Master rolled his eyes. “Time for a spanking and his cage before we head out for the night.”

Looking around and pretending to study the locker room and Nico, Master frowned. “I can take him to my office if you want privacy, though.”

“Nah.” Shaking his head, Nico gave a casual shrug. “As long as you don’t mind me getting cleaned up.”

Cleaned up?

He was going to take a shower?

“Nope. As long as you don’t mind company. We’re both ripe after that workout.” Master reached over and rubbed my chest, squeezing my pecs. “I worked him out good and now it’s time to work him out another way.”

“He seemed a bit feisty when he came in.” Nico chuckled as Master rolled his eyes. “I thought you might need to rein him in a bit.”

Were…were they talking about the first time I’d gone to the gym after we’d started dating?

God.

We’d talked about how that scene should’ve gone a thousand times.

He’d even done lists about what kinks and topics we could’ve logically added in that would stay in both of our limits.

And he trusted Nico.

Like really trusted him.

Nico had introduced him to the club and had helped shift Cyrus from just being curious about kink and BDSM to really understanding them.

When they both chuckled at me and shook their heads, I knew I’d missed part of the conversation. “I…I’m sorry.”

The way Master rubbed his hand over my head made me feel even more embarrassed, which made me even harder.

Being harder made me squirm and that just made them chuckle again.

The wicked circle looked like it would go around over and over, but Nico made it even more insane. “Like a kid doing a potty dance.”

Master sighed. “That might be it. Sluts have no control.”

God.

That.

I.

They.

“He’s also easily turned on by muscles.” Master’s teasing tone had my face going hot, and Nico laughed, flexing his arms and pretending to preen for me. “Yep. Like those.”

Patting my ass, Master shook his head. “Yeah, hug time for you. That should help your wandering eyes too.”

He’d made me talk about that too.

Mostly because he’d wanted to be able to fuck with me about it.

I was never going to make it through the scene without having a heart attack.

“I…I didn’t leer. I promise.” I hadn’t. “I was good.”

This good slut had kept his eyes to himself, and I was pretty sure Nico had been shocked when Cyrus told him about my muscle interest.

It wasn’t a fetish no matter what Cyrus thought, but I’d admit to them being distracting.

“That’s not going to get you out of a spanking, though.” Nico’s smirk did stupid things to me too even though he wasn’t Cyrus. “You guys go ahead. I’ll just get cleaned up. It’s been a long day.”

“Sounds good.” As Nico moved around the small locker room, Master shifted to stand in front of me, blocking my view as he frowned at me again. “Slut, are you trying to stare at him?”

Yes.

“No, Master.” If Nico was going to get cleaned up as part of the scene, then it was finally okay to look, right? “I’m going to remember to be your good boy.”

His sigh said I hadn’t gotten it right.

Before I could figure out another way to say it, he reached for my pants and released the button. “You’re not showing me good slut behavior or even good sub behavior. You’re definitely not anywhere close to being a good boy.”

Something about having an audience had hot and cold flashing through my body, and I wiggled as my dick tried to jump into his hand. Master knew right off the bat and made a tsking sound. “That little toy is desperate for attention and needs to be saved from himself.”

He pushed my pants and the tiny briefs he’d picked out for me down.

“Every time I start to second-guess my plan you just prove me right.” The disappointment in his tone had me going lightheaded, but that might’ve been because the blood in my body couldn’t decide where it was going. “Hopefully, a spanking and your hug will help.”

Hopefully?

What would he do if it wouldn’t?

“I…” I’d definitely been going to say something, but it was lost as he wrapped his hand around my cock and used it as a handle to turn me toward the bench in front of the wall of lockers. “Master…”

Wow.

I caught a glimpse of ass cheeks as I went over Master’s lap and that just killed more brain cells…and got another dramatic sound from Master. “Already leering. What did I say about that?”

To only do it to specific people so that I wouldn’t upset anyone or look creepy?

“I’m sorry.” Nothing we’d actually talked about fit in the current scene, but even if it had, I wouldn’t have remembered. “I’ll be good.”

Whatever that meant for the scene.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to need logic or real thoughts from me because his hand came down on my ass. It was definitely more sound than spank, which just made it even more embarrassing and amazing. “I’m going to start keeping a tighter rein on you, slut.”

That should’ve scared me but this was Cyrus.

And he was spanking me in front of Nico.

“Stomping around like a toddler without a juice box.” He alternated spanking each cheek, the smacking sound making me whine even though it really didn’t hurt. “Pouting and trying to check out other men.”

That’d been his idea but somehow that made it even more humiliating.

“I…” I was probably going to tell him I’d be good, but he cut it off as he upped the intensity just enough to have me humping his lap. “Please…”

Spanking right over my hole as he held me tighter, he made a disappointed sound. “You’re not making a very good impression on Master Nico.”

Just the reminder of our audience had me going lightheaded and squeezing my legs together as I humped him faster. “He can’t. I’ll.”

I had no idea what I was going to say and Nico’s chuckle just made me even stupider.