Page 9 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

There had to be more things I was supposed to be worried about but he kept frying my brain. “How does my slut want to come?”

That did not help the brain problem.

“Do you want bed humpies or do you want to climb up in my lap and ask for me to play with that little toy?” His you’re a cute puppy tone was fucking with my head, and it felt like it was keeping the world off-center. “Is there another game you want to play?”

He was so good at frying my brain.

But simply trying to hold on to logical thoughts about how easily this style of domination came to him wasn’t enough to keep me grounded in reality where I could remember my fears.

I was going to have to figure out something else next time.

“I…I just want to come.” And have him keep humiliating me. “Please help, Sir.”

“My cute slut.” His soft caresses over my head were amazing, but it was his quiet chuckle that sent hot and cold flashing through me again and killing off a few more brain cells. “Well, you got to have humpies earlier, so let’s have toy time now.”

The ridiculous almost baby talk wording should not have been that hot…but it was.

I wasn’t a grown-up who was boring, I was his slut, and that meant I was more like a naughty puppy than a real person.

“Come up here and sit on my lap.” His head pat and good boy tone had every muscle clenching, and my dick made a valiant effort to orgasm without any touch at all. “Naughty sluts who dawdle don’t get toy time.”

Fuck.

That was never going to get less humiliating.

He was amazing.

“Good boy.” His cheerful tone as I managed to sit up and start obeying had more crazy sensations flashing through me, and it was like nothing worked right but my dick. “Come here. Straddle my lap. That’s right. No hiding your toys.”

I hadn’t felt exposed before even though I was naked, but something about spreading my knees wide and sitting on his thighs made me feel like everyone in the world could see my ass. Master gave me another beaming smile and patted my head as he tucked his cock back in his briefs. “That’s right.”

I was pretty sure that shouldn’t be as hot as it was either, but nothing in me was working right. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh, my slut has such good manners when he wants to play.” He’d managed to make even basic manners hot as fuck, and I had to force myself not to grind my dick against him. That didn’t seem like it would be a good idea, even with Cyrus’s sweet tone. “Let’s see if you can keep being so well-behaved.”

Oh…that sounded dangerous but it was erotic enough to have me shivering again.

“Cutest slut ever.” He melted my brain even more when he kissed my cheek. “Okay, how should you ask for playtime?”

God.

I was never going to make it through our first date without dying from humiliation-induced pleasure.

He knew it too based on his ear-to-ear grin as he stroked his hand along my neck and down to my chest. “Show me what a good boy I’ve got.”

This came way too naturally to him…which seemed to be cheating in some way…so maybe I couldn’t feel bad about it?

“I…” Good boy. I needed to be his good boy to come. That was the important part I needed to focus on. “Will you…will you have playtime with my toy, Sir?”

Master’s eyes flashed with pleasure, sending more crazy things through me. God, he was so sexy when he was happy. “Oh, that was very polite.”

How did that make me feel so wonderfully dirty?

“Such cute squirms.” Still sounding cheerful and like I was adorable, Master shook his head like he couldn’t believe how cute I was. “Yes, playtime for my slut.”

Thank God.

He killed my relief and turned it into something humiliating and wonderful with one question, though. As he wrapped his hand around my erection, he kissed my cheek again. “Do you want slippery playtime or are you a naughty boy who wants his toy to ache?”

Fuck.

My head crashed into his shoulder as I whined, but he chuckled and gave my cock a squeeze. “Silly boy. But don’t worry. I’m patient.”

So patient he was going to kill me with that too.

Lubed or dry.

His tight grip and huge hands said dry would be amazing but I’d already come once. “Slippery, Master. But…”

Ugh.

“But achy next time?” The ridiculous wording and humiliation it gave me had a mixture of hot desire flashing through me, but he made a pleased sound that had my cock trying to get even harder.

“Thank you for telling me how naughty you are, sweet boy. I’m so proud of you.” That probably shouldn’t feel so humiliating, but it did, and a few more brain cells poofed away as subspace inched closer again. “Slippery playtime it is.”

I whined as he released my cock to reach over to my nightstand, and I could feel my face heating up as he chuckled. “Oh, my slut has the big bottle.”

God.

“I should’ve known.” Patting my head with his free hand, Master made a happy sound as he opened the lube and squirted some out. The dirty sound made me squeak, which made him laugh again. “Naughty boy.”

Yep.

He seemed to like that better than I’d ever imagined, though, so the comment had my dick jerking against him, which made him chuckle again. “Someone is excited for playtime.”

He was so…

It was going to…

Oh…

“There we go. Toy time for my good boy.” His firm, almost rough hand was slippery with lube, and the combination had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. “Let’s see what kind of playtime this cute little toy likes best.”

I wasn’t technically small down there, especially for my size in general, but his hands were huge and swallowed it up, making it feel tiny. Looking down between our bodies at the way his grip hid almost the whole thing made it even more insane and I couldn’t help whimpering.

“Try bouncing for me. Let’s see how my favorite little toy likes that.”

His toy.

His toy really liked that.

“That’s almost like you’re rocking on me.” Master kept his hand still, letting me fuck myself into his tight grip. “Next time we’ll have to make sure both toys are having fun playtime.”

I was slightly too distracted to figure out what he meant until his other hand slid down between us and between my legs. It clicked when I had to spread my legs wider and one finger teased around my entrance. “Please…I…”

Nodding to make sure he knew I wanted it, I worked my ass and tried to pull his finger into me, but he gave it a pat and chuckled. “You’ll have to ask for that next time then.”

Fuck.

Whimpering got another pleased, happy sound from him, but it also had him moving his free hand up to my head and giving me more pets. “That’s going to be fun too.”

Oh yeah.

But I shouldn’t complain about wanting more when he was already letting me have playtime. “I…I’ll be good. I can be good.”

Yes, good boys got rewards.

“Should that be your reward for being good on our next date?” Master was so excited about that I nodded and whined. “That’s going to be fun. But we’re going to have to see if you want messy playtime or if you’re a clean boy.”

Messy?

Clean?

God.

Was he going to come inside me…that was what he was asking, right?

Sparks fired through me as I imagined how it would be to be filled with his cock, stretched with cum dripping out of me as I bounced on his cock. “Please…I…I’m a messy slut. I…I’m sorry. I’m messy.”

“That’s okay. I thought you would be a dirty boy.” Master kissed my neck as I cuddled closer and pressed my face against him to hide. “I don’t mind. It’s okay.”

It was okay that I was a dirty boy.

More hot and cold flashed through me and I moaned as I fucked my toy faster into his grip. “Please…I…”

Could I come?

What were the rules?

I had to be his good boy.

Good boys got rewards.

I was his greedy slut, so I had to be good.

“Does my slut want to come?” His you’re so cute chuckle had hot humiliation flooding through me like lava and the world went spinning. “You play so fast.”

I was going to come too soon.

Too fast.

Hot.

Cold.

“Yes, slut. You can finish playtime whenever you want.”

I could come.

Hot.

Cold.

How did the spinning get faster?

Master shifted his grip so he was stroking right under the head of my cock with every thrust, and the pleasure was too close to pain for me to hold back. I came, crying out as humiliation and desire overwhelmed me as he chuckled and kissed my cheek.

When I was shaking with little jolts still running through me as I sagged against him, he kissed my head and made a pleased sound. “Someone liked playtime.”

My embarrassed whine had him squeezing my spent cock. “That’s right. You were a good boy.”

Part of me wanted to hide or get frustrated with him, but I could hear the honest pleasure in his voice and I knew he meant it. The whole thing had me jumping back and forth between happiness and embarrassment and exhaustion, and my brain gave up trying to drag me back to the real world.

Being Master’s boy was much easier than being boring, so I closed my eyes and nodded against him. “I liked playtime. You…you made me squirm.”

My face heated up, but his hum and the way he started rubbing right over the head of my toy said I’d made him happy. “You’re very cute when you squirm and I liked being able to reward you.”

Rewards were very nice.

“I liked my other reward too.” Master’s cock was wonderful. “I’m going to be very good.”

I wasn’t going to think.

I wasn’t going to hide my squirms.

I was going to get lots of rewards and make Master happy.

“I need…I need a list of ways I can be good.” Yes, I needed his lists, and if they made me squirm more, well, there was nothing I could do about it.

“I think that’s a very smart idea, slut.” Master kissed my head, making the floaty feeling come soaring back through me as he rubbed and snuggled me. “Letting me have fun after playtime by playing with your toy is one way you can be good.”

“I…I can be good but it makes me squirm and…and float.” It made my head feel far away. “I like making you happy and letting you play with my toy.”

Big sentences.

I’d said it right because he made another happy sound and his thumb moved faster sending more sparks through me. “You’re being very good. Another way is good communication. Every time you can think of something humiliating that I should know, that would earn you more rewards.”

He said that like it would be so easy.

Was it supposed to be easy?

My squeak made him chuckle, but he didn’t stop playing with his toy, so I knew he was still happy. “You can also make me happy and be a good boy by using the right words and not trying to sound boring.”

I’d practiced that.

I could do that.

Toys and good boys and playtime.

I could do that.

I’d do that as soon as Master stopped sending sparks of lightning through me and I could find where my head floated off to.