“I’m going to love giving you presents.” I kept my kiss quick as I brushed my lips against his, refusing to get distracted. “Now lean back so I can show you what it is.”
Falling back dramatically, Conner seemed to be practically vibrating with energy as I found the opening of the almost-underwear. Sliding the bag around his cock and balls, I let him stare in awe as I tied off the strings that went around his legs.
It was basically a soft container for his sexy bits and left nearly everything else free.
“This way you can wear something even tinier at the club and you won’t get in trouble.” Petting over the soft fabric that barely contained his erection, I was glad to see that it was going to work hard or soft. “And they won’t even see if I’ve been teasing you so long before we go that you’re dripping precum and desperate to be fucked, birdie.”
That had him aiming his need-filled gaze right at me. “You’d do that for me, Sir?”
“Oh yes, pretty boy.” Still keeping a possessive hold on his cock, I leaned over and gave him a kiss. “And if you want to dance at my club when it’s all done, I’ll put a cock ring on youand you’ll be so hard no one will be able to take their eyes off you.”
He was nearly dumbstruck. “Oh…that’s…”
Chapter 12
Conner
He’d found a way to let me be even more naked.
Ben was…that was Master-level perfect right there.
Logically I knew it was some kind of cross between a modesty pouch and lingerie, but it was…I was going to look so good.
“Thank you.” I couldn’t even think of anything else logical to say. He’d bought me the best present ever.
Still holding my package protectively, he leaned over and gave me another kiss. “You’re welcome, birdie. You’re going to look so sexy the next time we go out.”
Somehow Ben had made the desperate urge to go out over and over fade, but there was still a spark in me that knew how much fun it would be to go show off for him. “I’d dance just for you.”
I meant it, but he shook his head as he squeezed my dick just hard enough for my eyes to try to roll back in my head.
“No, pretty bird.” Easing his touch so he was using the sexy little pouch to jerk me off, he cupped my cheek tenderly with his other hand. “I don’t mind everyone watching and lusting over you. As long as they know who you belong to, of course.”
“You.” There was no other thought in my head. “I belong to you.”
Nodding, he kept up the sweet and erotic caresses as he made me even hotter and more needy. “That’s right, birdie, and I’m going to make sure you know that every day.”
He wanted to mark me as his.
My ass would obviously be off-limits, but there were other places that it would be sexy to be claimed as his.
“You could show me other ways, Sir.” Master? Maybe. “You’re so good to me and are letting me dance and get so much attention, but you could own my cock, Sir. You would be the one to decide when I could show it or when I had to keep it wrapped up just for you.”
I glanced down at the sexy way he had me decorated and nodded toward it. “It would belong just to you.”
Something wicked flared in his eyes, chasing away the soft romantic look that had been there only seconds before. Master felt very Master-ish now. He liked the idea of claiming me, but helovedthe idea of owning my dick even more.
Naughty Master.
“We’re going to put that in our rules and limits list, pretty birdie.” To him, I knew that would make it real and special, but to me, it was the look on his face, possessive and pleased, that brought it home. This was what made it perfect…his tone, his expression, the way he looked at me.
“Yes, Sir.” Running my hands up his arms, I gently tugged at him. “But later. Right now, you promised to show me all the places you might mark me as yours.”
Yes, we needed to christen this new idea with an orgasm and lots of touching.
He chuckled as he pulled me to sit up in front of him, but it was a wicked, sexy sound that sent a shiver down me. “Yes, we can’t forget that.”
Giving me a soft kiss, he brought my hands up to his shirt. “Help me, birdie.”
