Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“You complain about everything. Just because it wasn’t out loud doesn’t mean it wasn’t in your head.” He’d definitely been snarky in his mind. “I think that makes it reasonable to add to the naughty list.”
Ashton huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s a poor comeback so you know I’m right.” Glaring at him got a shiver from the naughty boy. “If I’m wrong, please explain what you were thinking. In detail.”
“Ugh.” Rolling his eyes, Ashton wasn’t up to the task. “You’re just jealous that they found me funny.”
Sure.
“Jealous of the ability to make people laugh?” Narrowing my gaze, I gave him my best badass biker boss impression and stepped closer to my adorable brat. “Would you like to change your argument?”
That seemed to shut down his last remaining working brain cells because he blinked up at me and licked his lips. Nothing else seemed to be working because he stayed like that for several long moments before he came back to life. “Do it. Do it, please?”
We’d obviously jumped topics completely, but since I knew what he was begging for, I didn’t mind the idea or the shift in the way I’d thought the scene would go. “That’s not how a good slut begs…or how he apologizes.”
I was a flexible Dom and could be an asshole Master when the scene required.
And he’d decided the scene definitely required.
His shiver was sexy as fuck, but I played my part perfectly and just stood there. The waiting and silence were part of the erotic factor for him, even though I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t a fear response, but even the content creators I followed to be able to do the badass book boyfriend act couldn’t really explain it well enough either.
Ashton reacted to it beautifully, though, so it probably didn’t matter that I was slightly dense when it came to explaining why he responded to it.
“I…oh…” Knowing he’d react seemed to be enough to keep us on the right track because he blinked and swallowed hard, barely able to process. “I’ll be good.”
Doubtful.
“Then where do you need to be?” The roughly delivered words almost vibrated through my chest, giving them an even deeper sound that I’d needed to work to perfect.
Luckily for my naughty boy, the internet held a variety of curious tutorials.
“On my knees.” His sighed-out response came with a full body clench that got a potty dance wiggle too, but he was too distracted to notice that at the moment. “I…”
Ashton looked down, seeming confused about why he was still standing. “Yes. On my knees.”
When he’d slowly lowered himself into position, I gave an imperial asshole nod before raising one eyebrow. “And?”
Blink.
Blink.
“Oh.” I could almost see the light bulb going off over his head as he pushed his hips forward and scrambled to release his cock. “I’m sorry.”
His brain really wasn’t working because the fact that he was still dressed surprised him. “I don’t know what happened.”
A severe lack of functioning brains is what happened.
“All I’m seeing is a disobedient brat.” The stern disappointed tone got a whimper from him, but I had to pretend to ignore it. “Slow to act is probably going to mean slow to apologize. I might have to take matters into my own hands.”
Which in this particular case did not mean jerking off…it meant using his throat at my whim.
He was definitely going to pop if he kept clenching and shivering. No one had enough muscle control to survive that, but we’d see how long he lasted.
“I…I’m sorry…I…you…” Getting the words and his dick out were harder than they should’ve been, but it was probably because he was scrambling to find a way to apologize that wouldn’t let him escape the consequences of his actions.
He liked consequences.
“I’ll try…” Finally freeing his erection seemed to help the words too because he actually managed a full sentence. “I’ll do my best, Master, but I know…I know it might not be enough.”
Very good.
But it meant his brains were functioning too well, so I knew we had to remedy that before he remembered his worries and that he had to pee like crazy.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I thought I sounded a bit like fate judging if he was going to live or die, but he loved it and whimpered as I slowly reached for my zipper. “I’m not going to go easy on you, though, slut.”
Mumbling something like thank fuck, Ashton sat straighter and his gaze dropped to my hand as I released the button on my slacks. “I…I’ll…I’ll try hard.”
He was going to try hard to make sure I fucked his throat, so I knew we were both on the same page.
“Let’s see then.” As I pushed the front of my pants down just far enough to release my erection, I barked out another order. “Hands behind your back. You should already know that.”