Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
When it was fully in him with his tight muscles clenched around the base to hold it in place, I gave it a pat.
“There we go. Your holes are fully decorated, my pretty boy.”
Happiness and pleasure and a form of what I thought was embarrassed desire were flashing through the bond. He seemed so full it spilled over without him having to think about it and we were both filled with his wonderful emotions as I brought my hand down on his bottom.
He wasn’t projecting how the plug and spanking felt, but there were echoes of it that pushed my desire even higher. The full sensations would have been too much for me to enjoy. I was not as strong as my mate, but the faint feelings and powerful emotions were perfect.
“You are my pretty boy, but my pretty boy was naughty.”
He thoroughly enjoyed being naughty and that came through as he tried to giggle between moans.
“Teasing others and making Merritt laugh.”
My mate was not feeling negative about his behavior and loved the scene and his spanking. His moans and the way he was clenching around the plug made that obvious as well. We would have to explore other ways to actually impact his behavior and not his bottom.
Oops.
Yes. That was the right way to use the odd word.
Spankings were not something that would change his behavior but I was confident I could find other means. Still, it was good to try so I continued the spanking.
“Listening in on others and not paying enough attention to your Daddy.”
Ha.
That was unexpected for him and his body jolted.
“Naughty boy.”
Spanking right over the plug produced wonderful sounds and feelings through our bond, and the soft noises he made around the gag were incredible and made me feel powerful in a new way.
“Do not worry. I will help you in many ways and provide firm and constant reminders about what happens to naughty boys.”
Threatening my mate with vague promises of consequences was never something I would have predicted to be arousing, though nothing about finding my mate had been typical. But considering my love of curious and new things, I should have expected it.
One thing I was expecting was the limit to his self-control and we were rapidly approaching it.
My mate’s sounds grew desperate and his bottom was a beautiful color…and all he was saying in his head were cursing words that should have earned him more spanks.
That would have been a problem in our current situation, however.
Easing back on the spanks and spacing out each impact, I let his desire fade just enough to keep him from orgasming. Being able to sense his thoughts and desires made timing that easier than I had expected, however, I could understand why he had a variety of restraints for penises in his bag.
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
The repeated words seemed to be connected to his desire to come based on what I was feeling through the bond, but we both knew he could not keep that promise.
It was not the time to point that out, however.
“Yes, and what do good boys get?”
We both knew the answer and I loved the way his entire body shivered and clenched as he fought to give it to me and to hold his pleasure back.
“Rewards, Daddy. Orgasms. They get orgasm rewards.”
Just imagining it had him thrusting his hips forward to rub his erection against my thighs and his bottom worked the plug like it was another type of the binkies he had in his other bag for little time. Somehow just acknowledging the reward made it feel even closer to him.
He was racing toward his finish as I pinned his hips in place with a firm grip and let him just continue to play with the plug.
“How does my good boy want to get his orgasm?”
I had not promised to be good, so I filled our bond with the ways I knew he would love to orgasm…my cock filling him…letting him continue to hump…using one of the long, thin toys that looked like slender penises he called dildos.
“You, Daddy. You. Yes. That. Yes.”
We were going to have to discuss the importance of answers that actually gave information.
“How should I make my sweet mate come?”
The tender tone and warmth I sent through the bond had another shiver racing through him. That time it did not indicate additional desire. It had his muscles relaxing and the frantic movements his hips tried to make stopped.
“Inside me, Daddy. Inside me. Mark me, Daddy.”
His gentle tone and the almost rocking sound to his voice made me think of the subspace he’d described after our first scene. I could only assume he was reaching something close, so I relaxed my grip and softly ran my hands over his back and bottom.
“Should I fill you with my cock, my mate?”