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“Such a good boy.” Master leaned down and started kissing my neck again, softly caressing my ass as I moaned. “I’m going to have so much fun holding you as we hang out together and then watching my sexy boy as I make us lunch. I’m starting to think reality is going to be much better than any fantasy could ever be.”
It was sweet and nerve-racking at the same time.
“I… Thank you, Master.” Yes, that was fine. Polite was a good thing. “I…I like making you happy.”
Even better.
It was honest and sweet and didn’t ask anything specific about whatever he was going to do to me.
I really should’ve remembered that I’d sent him my list. What if he remembered that I’d said I liked edging? What if he didn’t remember that part? What if he didn’t know a caged sub could have an orgasm? What if I was an idiot for not being clearer in the answers?
Shoot.
It should’ve been short-answer questions, not just the dirty version of true or false.
Master’s hand squeezing one ass cheek scrambled the stupid whirl of ridiculousness flying around in my brain. “If you’re a very good boy for me, I might even let you beg for a spanking later. Would you like that?”
I was pretty sure the groan I let out as I hid my face against his shoulder answered that pretty clearly based on his quiet laughter and the way he gave my ass a pat. “I thought you’d feel that way.”
Yep, limits lists were very dangerous—Masters could give their naughty subs everything they wished for—very, very dangerous.
It was going to be a long weekend.
Chapter 14
Dante
“You’re very wiggly.” Running my hand down his chest, I teased around his nipples as I kept my touch and my voice light. “I think that’s my shy boy’s way of begging for attention again.”
Pointing that out had the wonderful result of him confirming my guess with his moan as he hid behind his hands, and sending a rush of embarrassed need through him as he blushed and squirmed even more.
The way he was sitting between my legs with our feet up on his coffee table gave him nowhere to hide, though. No, every inch except the tiny part he was covering with his hands was beautifully displayed and ready to be played with.
“I should’ve realized my attention whore could only sit quietly for so long.” There was just enough truth to that comment, even without the teasing, to have him groaning.
I managed not to laugh but I didn’t stop my hands from wandering lower until I was petting his caged dick. “I think I have a few ways to keep you occupied, though.”
Running one finger right over his slit, I kissed the side of his head. “For this game, I want to see how long you can sit still for. We’ll call it the sub version of the quiet game.”
Ruslan groaned before realizing what he’d done and cutting it off mid-drama as he dropped his hands to the couch. “Sorry, Master.”
He just kept getting cuter, but that wouldn’t stop me from playing with him.
“Alright, we’ll start again, and if you can last five minutes, I’ll ask you if you want an orgasm later.” I could feel the drama in him wanting to escape but he just let out the saddest sigh ever.
I wasn’t sure if he realized that just made me harder, but either way, I could still enjoy it and how he was going to react to the overstimulation he’d said he approved of in his list.
And he wondered why I’d been so firm on wanting to know his limits.
He managed to last about thirty seconds before he held his breath and his muscles clenched. I wasn’t pushing too much to start with, just feathery strokes right over his slit since that was peeking out nicely. When he let out a breath and closed his eyes, sinking into the gentle torture, I kissed the side of his head. “Good boy suffering for me.”
That had a shiver racing through him and his eyes popped open.
“Don’t worry. I know you’re doing your best to be good. Just relax into it.” There was no way he had enough control not to shiver, so punishing him for something like that wouldn’t be reasonable or fun at all. “You were so good for me. Let me see it again.”
He had to fight for it the second time, but I could see him working at finding the right headspace where the frustrating sensation would help his submission rise up again. Ruslan let out a slow breath, closing his eyes and barely twitching as his body shivered again. “Good boy.”
As his body started to relax, well, most of it, I went back to rubbing his chest with my other hand, flicking my fingers over his nubs as I made sweeping strokes. “That’s right. You’re just going to focus on remembering that you’re my reward. You’re making your Master happy.”
