I was also going to bet she knew about thering and collar that were hidden in Warner’s new sock drawer. Of course, Iwasn’t supposed to know about them either, but I could play dumb better than hecould hide things.
As I hurried out of the bathroom and did mybest to quietly run to the bed, I heard Warner coming down the hall, mumblingthat he should be more responsible and make us unload the boxes that werestacked around the house.
Thankfully, he forgot that ridiculous ideaas soon as he walked into the bedroom. My ass facing the doorway might have hadsomething to do with it, so I arched it up a bit more and tried to lookdistracting.
It seemed to have worked because thegrumbling came to a halt and he made a low pleased sound as he came closer. Ididn’t want to turn around and break the mood, so I forced myself to stay stillas he moved around the room.
The effort was worth it when he steppedinto my field of vision and I saw the crop swinging in his hand. Seeing that alsoexplained what had come crashing down on him…the boxes. Stuart had thought hewas being funny and had put that box at the very back of the room behind pilesof stuff, only half of which seemed to go in the playroom.
Master was lucky the whole pile hadn’t comecrashing down on his head.
“I’m ready for you, Master.” I swallowed,trying not to sound too needy. “I’m trying to be good for you.”
Just not too good.
We couldn’t let the spark fade just as he’dmoved in.
Shaking his head, he stretched out his armand trailed the crop down my back and over my ass. “I don’t know about that. Ithink I heard you climbing on the bed just as I walked in the room.”
Well, if we were going to get technical…
Arching my ass out like I’d seen Conner doto entice Ben, I gave it a subtle wiggle and dropped my head and shoulders tothe bed. “I was making sure I was ready for anything you needed, Master.”
Passion flared in his eyes and he gave myass a quick tap that was just enough to send a spark of pleasure through me.“Then I’ll have to decide if I should reward you or possibly punish you morefor being presumptuous.”
Oh, that was interesting.
So was the tap he gave my ass right wheremy cheeks met my thighs.
Again, each smack was just enough to fire aburst of pleasure through me, but they faded too quickly. “I can’t have my boythinking that just because I’m going to be around all the time now, he can takeme for granted.”
I knew I had something sexy to respond tothat, but it was lost as he moved the crop under me and stroked over the headof my dick. Every thought evaporated as I held my breath, unsure if he wasgoing to use it there or not.
We’d been so busy the last few days gettingeverything ready that it’d been days since he’d spanked me…and having Lynnaround so much wasn’t making it any easier either.
Thank fuck Warner was trying to talk meinto getting the space over the garage turned into a private suite for us likehe had back at the other house. It was a good idea, and I was having funletting him bribe me.
“Are you going to be a good boy andremember your place or am I going to have to start punishing you every morningjust to make sure you remember?” His voice was so sexy, and the words were soperfect, I couldn’t tell if he was just fucking with me for the scene or if itwas something he’d been planning.
Master stepped further toward the head ofthe bed so he was perfectly positioned to stroke down my shaft and let the cropcaress my balls.
I couldn’t fight the whimper that escaped.I wasn’t sure what I was going to beg him for, but the need to plead forsomething was building to a boiling point.
“I…if you think that’s what I need,Master.” He had to be fucking with me.
He’d finally remembered to ask about thedirty books I’d read and he was just trying to make me nuts.
Right?
“I think it might be.” Before I couldbreathe, much less find a way to ask him what he was thinking, the crop slappedmy cock and fireworks shot through me.
As I moaned and fought to stay still—andnot come—he shifted and brought the toy down on my ass. It felt like pain andpleasure were firing through me from every angle. Not knowing where he wouldstrike next made it all even better.
Master moved around the bed, randomlylaying the crop across my ass or between my thighs or even back to my cockagain. By the time he was using it to stroke right over my hole, I was shakingand pressing my face into the bed.
Whimpers and needy pleas were the onlysounds escaping, and the only thing that was running over and over in my headwas wishing that he’d tied me down so I wouldn’t have to think about behaving.
But the new bed didn’t have restraints yetbecause he wanted to make sure they were hidden.
