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

Cyrus

I’d worry when he stopped gaping at his lap and shivering.

Looking stupid and confused while he marveled at his mess wasn’t the point to start obsessing yet.

Remembering that was harder than he seemed to think, but I’d seen Weston at his most dramatic and we were nowhere near him being frustrated with me.

He was simply stunned and possibly still technically turned on even though he’d just come humping my leg. Which, okay, had been hot enough to turn both of us into morons, but I was supposed to be the thinking one, so I was glad he’d let me drive us back to his place.

Without any grumbling.

Yep, stunned stupid and possibly still really touch starved.

But I didn’t think that was going to derail our night, so I decided to test the waters as I pulled up to a stoplight not far from his apartment. “How’s my messy boy?”

Mentally crossing my fingers I was still on the good side of humiliation, I reached over and patted the front of his pants right over his cock.

Good side.

He moaned again and his mouth dropped open.

Hmm.

Okay, he closed it.

Nope, opened again.

We played that game through most of the red light, but before it switched, he sucked in a breath and found his wandering brains. “I…I’m…sticky.”

That wasn’t a bad response, so I nodded slowly. “I think that’s my second favorite part, though, so don’t feel bad about being a dirty boy who messed his pants.”

As the light turned to green, I pulled my hand back and focused on the road, giving him another chance to process. I was prepared for anything from more silence to a random fact, but he made me smile when he finally found a question.

“What was…what was your first favorite part?” A quick glance showed him blinking and giving his head a shake like he was trying to think. But we’d already proven that wasn’t a great idea, so as we slowly moved down the street, I reached out and started rubbing right over his soft cock.

It got an adorable embarrassed squeak, but the moan that quickly followed said I didn’t have anything to worry about as I figured out how to answer him.

“Well, aside from just being able to take you out on a date and not hide what I want to do to you, my favorite part was having you hump my leg in the parking lot.”

The mess was a happy side effect of the fun.

I wasn’t sure if it was the answer or something about my tone, but he closed his eyes and moaned again, earning another squeeze to his sticky soft package. “That’s…I…”

When nothing else came out, I treated it like a sentence and guessed at what he’d been going to say. “It was humiliating and sexy. I know. But don’t worry, I liked it too. You’re a cute little humper, so we’re going to be doing that a lot.”

And with the cutesy tone that seemed to make it even dirtier for him.

That’d been fun too.

Being sweet to someone had never turned them on before, so getting to do an exaggerated version of it to Weston made it even better.

“The tinting is dark enough in here I could even have you hump my hand while we’re at a stoplight or something like that.

” Making a thinking sound as he whimpered and rocked against me, I thoroughly enjoyed teasing his dick.

“But then there’s also having you kneel on the ground so you can hump my leg.

That’s probably a classic, though, so I’m sure you’ve already thought about it and jerked off to that fantasy a thousand times. ”

And if he hadn’t before he was going to do it going forward.

“Humping the bed is a classic too.” There was no reason not to appreciate those. “I think that gives us some good variations to start with without even thinking about plugs or other toys like vibrating cock rings.”

Pulling in the parking lot, I didn’t like the silence I was getting from him, so I took a quick peek as I searched for a spot.

A goldfish.

He was a goldfish.

His mouth was still doing that open and closed thing as I parked the car and turned it off, but nothing said he was horrified.

So just stunned stupid again?

That didn’t seem to be a bad thing and was definitely better than our slightly awkward date, so I reached over and patted his pants again. “Are you going to be a good boy and show me your toys when we get inside? Do you already have those?”

It would make planning easier, but his fish routine didn’t give me the answers I was looking for. “Mouth closed as we go inside. We don’t want anyone thinking my slut is searching for a cock to suck.”

Too much?

Nope.

He grabbed his dick through his pants.

“No, slut.” Shaking my head, I moved his hand away as I frowned at him. “You have to leave that toy alone. You didn’t ask to play with it.”

Oh, that was fun.

His entire body jolted like lightning had shot up his ass.

How had I missed how much fun humiliating him could be?

I was definitely going to find a way to punish him for that at some point, but for the time being, I waited and raised one eyebrow until he realized he had to respond.

It took a few moments but eventually he looked around in confusion and I could see the pieces slowly come together in his mind. “I…I’ll leave it alone.”

Well, he got part of it.

“Good boy. But what are you leaving alone? How should you have said it?” He wasn’t going to get to use boring language as long as the naughty stuff got such good responses. “Try again.”

The too sweet push, almost like I was a teacher, got a wiggle and whine from him, but he didn’t disobey me. “I’ll leave my toy alone.”

Perfect.

“And?” Something had him squirming in his seat, so I tapped over his cock and shook my head. “Stop playing with yourself and answer my questions.”

Oh, that was fun too.

His gaze went back to being confused and sexy, but the rest of his body lit up like it was Christmas, and I was betting his body had made a desperate attempt to orgasm again. “I…”

I was going to learn to be very patient, but it was worth it to watch him try to find a verbal response and sit still at the same time. He didn’t seem to realize how long it’d taken him but eventually words came out again. “I have other toys. Not just this one.”

He glanced down at his cock like he wanted to make sure I knew what he was talking about. That definitely earned more praise. “Good boy for remembering it’s a toy not a cock. What else do you need to tell me, though?”

He’d made it sound like he’d struggled finding guys who would give him the right amount of humiliation without thinking he was insane, but I wasn’t sure how that could be possible when it was so much fun.

Even the way he whimpered and blushed was great.

“I’ll show you my other toys when we get inside, Sir.” That got another shiver from him and I knew I’d hit the humiliation nail on the sexual head again.

But…

“Do you want to show me your sticky toy too?” I kept my confused kindergarten teacher frown and it got another needy sound from him. “Is that what you’re embarrassed to tell me?”

Framing it that way had his hand moving to his dick again, so I made a tsking sound and shook my head. “No, slut. That’s naughty and not yours to play with right now. Who should that toy belong to?”

It would technically be rushing what Conner would probably think was a good idea, but I was mostly focused on making Weston happy and he hadn’t been happy when we’d been too vanilla. So we were going to try it this way so I could show him that I could make him happy.

“You. I. It.” Swallowing hard, he took a breath and gave me a needy, hopeful look.

One that I was happy to dash with a shake of my head. “No, try again. We’re going to be practicing this until you get it right the first time, every time.”

And it was fun, so it wouldn’t get old.

Weston’s whimper said he’d agree with me if he could think. He couldn’t, but he could obey and get more turned on, which was fine with me. “The…the toy belongs to you.” That got another shiver from him but he licked his lips and worked hard to keep pushing through. “What…what does that mean?”

He must’ve really wanted it for him to work so hard to ask. “For tonight it’s going to mean that you don’t get to touch any of the toys between your legs in any way. They belong to me and I will decide when you get to touch them and how you’re touched in general.”

I paused long enough for that to start to sink in and to let his dumbfounded expression fade slightly before continuing. “If you touch them when you’re not supposed to, they’re going to get a smack. Do you understand what happens to a naughty boy who plays with toys that don’t belong to him?”

Yep, the cutesy teacher voice did wicked things to my adorable slut.

Maybe he’d found Doms that went too far in the mean direction for him to connect with? Weston was feisty when he was frustrated…as Conner had already found out earlier. He wouldn’t have liked it if he’d felt like they were actually being a dick to him.

We didn’t have that problem, though. He whimpered and wiggled in his seat, hands squeezing his thighs as he fought the urge to grab himself. It wasn’t until the desire faded to a slightly more manageable level that he realized he needed to respond, though. “I…”

Blinking, he took a breath as he shivered and tried again. “Naughty boys who…naughty boys who play with toys that don’t belong to them get punished.”

“Good boy. I know that was hard, but one more thing. How do they get punished? Use the right words. I know you can do it.” Because he liked being turned on and he was thoroughly enjoying the game.

I was the best Dom ever.

I knew it by the way he whined again and his entire body clenched as he fought to be a good boy. “Naughty boys get their toys smacked, Sir. I…I’ll be a good boy.”

We’d see if that would be possible, but for the time being, I gave him a big smile. “I know you’re going to try, but if you’re naughty, I’ll make sure to help you remember to be my good boy.”

Hmm.

Another shiver.

I was going to have to back off the fun if I wanted him to be able to walk in without someone calling the cops on us. He looked a bit too out of it and he wouldn’t actually want that much attention on us.

“But I know you’re going to behave, so if you walk like a grown-up and show me how boring you can pretend to be, I’ll give you a nice reward when we get inside.” I simply had to figure out what he’d want that to be.

We’d teased around a few things but his reactions weren’t always easy to read. He reacted to a lot of stuff and I wasn’t sure I could rate any of them on a list of most fun to maybe.

Oh.

“Would my slut like to pick out his reward? I bet you want something naughty.” Ha.

That was amazing. He blushed three shades of red and had to go back to squeezing his thighs.

“Yes, I knew my slut had something he wanted. Okay, can you be boring for me? It’s going to be a fun game as long as you can be convincing. ”

The whole thing was fun, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded and swallowed again. “Yes, Sir. I. I can be boring. I’ll be. I’ll be good enough to get my reward.”

It took him a while to get the full thought out, but he sounded mostly functional by the end, so I nodded. “Okay, show me so you can get your reward.”

And so we didn’t end up on the news.

Giving him an order to stay put, I climbed out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. The extra few seconds seemed to give him time to get his thoughts together because he was taking slow, deep breaths by the time I opened his door.

I wasn’t sure if it was him actually being clearheaded or him faking it, but either way I decided to keep my thoughts to myself as we headed inside.

It worked fairly well with him looking functional, but as we went up in the elevator, he started mumbling quietly to himself. “I’m boring. I’m boring. I’m boring.”

He was nuts but he was wonderfully boring.

He even managed to stay silent and gave a dull nod to one of his neighbors in the hall, a woman I’d seen before but that we’d never talked to. But it all fell apart once the door closed behind us and we had privacy.

It was like watching thin plaster crumble to see the real wall beneath…and this wall was shaking and hard as a rock based on how he was wiggling. “I was good. I was good. I was boring. I remembered to be boring.”

“That’s right.” Pinning him against the door kept him upright but also made his needy shaking worse. “You were a very good boy, slut. What do good boys get?”

“Rewards.” His sighed-out response was funny and sexy as fuck, but I kept my expression serious as I nodded. It was enough to have him feeling more confident in the situation and more turned on based on the way his eyes glazed over. “I…I get to pick my reward.”

“Yes, because you were careful and you were boring. I’m the only one who knows how hard you were and how many dirty things were running through your head.” I still wasn’t sure how I’d missed it for so long. “How you wanted to be used and teased.”

Shaking my head as he started to softly mumble to himself, I stroked his cheek and kissed his nose because the sweet stuff seemed to fuck with him just as well as the embarrassing stuff. “You’re a dirty boy, but you earned your reward. What does my slut want?”

Because there was no reasonable way for me to guess that answer without fucking with his headspace.

Fingers crossed it was something I knew how to do because this wasn’t the moment to start randomly googling shit.