That was all he needed to hear.
“That’s my good boy. So fucking perfect.” Hereached out and stroked his hand along the inside of my thigh. “Come.”
It was the best command I’d ever beengiven.
One thrust against my prostate had myorgasm barreling through me. As I cried out, milking every drop of pleasure,his hand kept me grounded in the moment and made it impossible to forget thathe was right there with me.
When my chest was covered in cum and I wasboneless on the bed, Niall walked around to me and sat down beside me, pullingme into his arms. As I curled into his chest, closing my eyes, he sent anothershiver of pleasure through me as he stroked his fingers through the cum anddown to the toy that was still filling me.
I moaned as he fucked me gently with thedildo. Niall chuckled but didn’t stop the torturous pleasure. “I think if Ikept fucking you with this, I could make you come again.”
I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be areward or a punishment, but I cried out and went boneless as he nudged myprostate with the toy. Master chuckled, clearly loving my response, but he musthave decided that I’d had enough because he slowly eased the toy out, leavingme empty.
As I started to imagine how good it wouldfeel to be filled up by Master Niall, he shifted, pulling me back to reality. Imurmured, “No. Stay.”
I didn’t have the energy to beg him tostay, but that didn’t matter. He lay down next to me, kissing my head andpulling me against him again. “I’m right here.”
Between his kisses and the heat of his bodyas he ran his hands over my back and head, I melted into him and let thedarkness take me away. As sleep pulled me under, the last thing I rememberedwas the tender sound in his voice. “That’s my good boy…”
Chapter 8
Julian
This was either going to be the best or thestupidest thing I’d ever done.
I just wasn’t sure which.
And I still wasn’t sure if having thediscussion out in public was the best idea either.
“Pancakes?” Niall sat down across from me,giving the waitress a polite smile, but still questioning what we were doingthere.
I gave her a happier smile. “Thanks. We’regoing to need a few minutes.”
As she left, promising to give us some timebefore she came back, I shrugged. “Yes. You wanted me to pick, so I did.”
And pancakes always sounded great when mysub side was at the surface. When I was stressed, I ate like a kid. When I wasfirst exploring my submissive side, I thought a lot about the possibility ofbeing a little, but it was really only the food that drew me.
Sadly, wanting pancakes when I was upsetwas not enough to make me a little.
Niall gave me a look like he was going toword his instructions better next time. I raised one eyebrow and leaned back.“You realize I’m not your sub and you don’t get to give me that look, right?”
He stilled for a moment, probably trying tofigure out what he’d done, before nodding. “You’re right. I apologize. Thankyou for picking the restaurant, especially one so close to my house; it’s beena long day.”
Because even though he was a Dom, he had noability to set boundaries at work.
He was one of those Doms who loved givingtheir subs what they needed, and that spilled over into work. I’d triedpointing that out, but we’d just butted heads over it like we had abouteverything. “No problem. It sounded like you had a long day.”
But since we were eating before nine, Ireally couldn’t complain.
However, if we were going to have an actualrelationship between the three of us, those two were going to have to starteating meals on a normal schedule.
“Yes, especially since I went in later thanI’d expected.” He paused, probably realizing what he’d implied. He took asecond to move his silverware around before he continued. “Keegan and I were uplate talking and I wanted to make sure he got enough sleep.”
I laughed.
Niall got huffy on me, but I shook my fingerat him as I fought to stop grinning. “Oh no, Bad Dragon toys do not count astalking.”
The little old lady behind me startedgiggling like a teenager who’d just heard a dirty word for the first time, so Iknew she wasn’t quite as innocent as she’d looked.
