God, he said the most fabulous things.
His hands moved up my back and pinned me tohis chest. “Do I have it right? Is that what my sexy slut wants?”
He was going to make me say it.
Nodding, I tried to get away with justlooking cute and horny, but he shook his head. “No, communication is importantin a relationship. I have to know that I understand what you need.”
He leaned close and bit down just below myear. “Tell me.”
Whimpering and moaning came out first, buteventually I found words and the nerve to get the dirty begging out. “Master?Your cockslut needs…needs to be spanked? Please? I want to come so badly,Master. I thought about you all day and when you were teasing me at the park, Iwas so hard my dick ached.”
Rocking against him, I made sure heunderstood how turned on he made me. “And I fell asleep so quickly last night Ididn’t even have time to suck your cock.”
And that was a fucking crime.
Master made a low, pleased sound that senta jolt of desire through me. “I won’t spank your ass. But if you promise to goto bed when I tell you to and be a good boy for me, I’ll give you another kindof pain. I might even let you come.”
A few more promises like that and he wouldmake me come just from the wonderful dirty talk.
“I’ll be good, Master.” Another shiverraced through me as he went back to nibbling on my neck. “I’ll be a goodcockslut for you.”
“Let’s see what a good boy you can be.” Hekissed my neck, releasing his hold on me. “Go upstairs and get cleaned up. Iwant you naked and kneeling on your bed by the time I get to your bedroom.”
Refusing to second-guess what he was goingto do, I nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” He gave me one last quick kissbefore helping me stand. “I need to run out to my car quickly, but I’ll lock upagain before I come upstairs.”
“Thank you.”
What had he brought?
Had he planned a scene?
Did it have nothing to do with sex?
His smile said he knew the thoughts thatwere racing through my mind, but he just tapped his wrist like he was remindingme of the time. “Are you going to start out our evening by making me wait foryou?”
No, that would definitely not be a goodidea.
“No, Master.” Silently moving through thehouse as quickly as I could, I checked on Becca one more time, grateful thatthe terror slept like a rock, before heading to my room.
Taking him seriously, I headed into thebathroom and took a few minutes to make sure I was ready for anything. When Iwas cleaned and had a nice second wind, I went into the bedroom and knelt onthe bed.
The room was a mishmash of furniture frommy place and my brother’s stuff. I hadn’t been able to sleep in his bed, so itwas in storage along with some other furniture that just didn’t feel right toget rid of but that I didn’t want to have in the bedroom. Lynn had agreed thatwe could figure out what to do with it later, but it was still difficult toeven think about getting rid of anything yet.
Pushing away the sad thoughts as I settledinto my position on the bed, I waited quietly and tried to imagine what Warnerwas doing. He was the type of Master to have gone to check on his insurancejust to make me nuts, so I couldn’t even begin to guess what was in his car oreven what he had planned.
By the time I heard his footsteps coming upthe stairs, I was hard again and my imagination was running rampant. But Imanaged to be kneeling and looking somewhat submissive instead of just hornyand desperate as he walked in the door.
There was no one in the house who could’veseen us, even Becca was in a crib and hadn’t decided to start escaping yet, butI appreciated it when he closed the door quietly and locked it. “That’s what Iwanted to see.”
The pleasure and approval in his voice sentanother wave of desire through me, but it was the way he watched me as heslowly walked over to the bed that really had me wanting to beg again. Hisexpression was so sexy, I didn’t even notice he had something in his hand untilhe set a handful of odd objects on the nightstand beside the bed.
I should’ve known better than to ask, butthe words just jumped out. “Why do you need a pencil?”
My question earned me a roguish smirk, buthe focused on two other objects first. Picking up the most obvious one, he heldup a gag. “This is going to keep you from being too loud as I enjoy my slut.You might not know it, but you’re not a quiet cockslut.”
Feeling my face heat to what was probably athousand degrees, I did my best to ignore the way my dick jumped at hisexplanation.
