Chapter 19
Cece
This was either a very good idea or a very bad one depending on who I asked…my brain liked it and thought it was brilliant…my dick thought it was torture and that I was a moron.
But we all thought being woken up by the sensation of Master fucking his cock between my legs was amazing.
I was pinned face down on the bed and he was pumping his cock between my legs as he nuzzled my neck, and I loved the sexy sounds he was making. “My pretty boy is a hard sleeper with a soft ass.”
That was a surprise to me.
“What…” I moaned as his cock kept rubbing against my balls, making it hard to think. “What happened?”
Had something happened?
His tone made it sound like I’d done something but the only thing I remembered right off the bat was that I wasn’t supposed to come yet.
“You’ve spent the past hour moaning and alternating between grinding your ass on me and humping the air.” Master’s frustrated tone and hard cock was making more sense. “It’s time to pay the piper, naughty boy.”
Well, it seemed like the situation was my fault and I had put the idea of him orgasming first thing in his head.
“If we weren’t waiting for tonight to spank you, I’d have done it already.” He was trying to make that sound like a threat but I thought that sounded like a pretty good way to wake up. “But I’m not going to reward a needy slut who wakes his Master up moaning.”
Why not?
Hmm?
Probably not the right time to ask.
What did seem like a good idea was helping Master have an orgasm, so I whined and pushed my ass up, clenching my cheeks.
Bingo.
He moaned.
“Fuck.”
Cursing was good too…especially since Master didn’t do it very often.
Rocking my hips back and forth, I worked his cock between my legs and against the panties he’d dressed me in before we’d gone to bed. Pink panties dotted with little hearts and a matching cute tank top had been in the box too, and Master had loved how I’d looked.
It seemed like he still did based on how hard his erection was and the way he was wrapped around me.
“Fuck. That’s. You’re so sexy.” Nuzzling against my shoulder, he nibbled over the tiny string as pleasure seemed to roll through him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good later, pretty boy.
Your spanking. Taking your virginity. You’re going to come so hard for me and you’ll never forget who you belong to. ”
Neither would he.
Having all my firsts would make sure he knew he was special to me.
“I belong to you completely, Master.” He was basically going to be my first everything, so we were going to do it after he knew that I was coming back and that he owned me. There was going to be no question in his mind. “It’s going to hurt so good.”
I knew it and I knew it was going to be worth it, but waiting for what I wanted was hard.
Luckily for me, he was better at making me wait and the whole being patient thing wasn’t up to me.
Being a sub was amazing.
All I had to do was tell him what I wanted and he’d make sure I got it even if I was a pain in the butt to myself and wanted to ruin it.
“I’m going to keep you hard all day, pretty boy, and when you’re finally crazy and begging to be claimed, I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” The growled-out threat sent a shiver through me, and something about it made him chuckle. “My needy boy.”
“Yours… Yes…” He’d see that…maybe he’d see that now so I could get to come? “Yours…”
I’d never thought I could come just from something like this but the way he was bumping my balls was almost as good as playing tug.
No.
I had to wait.
When I came back, he would know how important he was to me and that I belonged to him. But he believed it enough now that his cock jerked between my legs and he moaned as he came, coating my thighs and panties with his cum.
“My sexy boy.” Kissing my neck, his touch softened as his fucking slowed until he was covering me with his body. “You’re now my dirty boy.”
Laughing, I nodded. “Good morning, Master.”
The happy sound he made sent pleasure rushing through me, but the way he sighed and snuggled against me was perfect. “Good morning, pretty boy.”
Masters made the best weighted blankets.
“You just took my sleepover virginity and my sleeping with a partner virginity. I’m going to claim both.” It was the most efficient way to do it. “I think we’re supposed to cuddle first and then you’ll feed me and take care of me.”
If more people had relationships like this, there would be a lot less confusion in dating.
“That’s right.” Master didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move, so I just enjoyed being held down and the feeling of his cock tucked between my legs. “I’m going to snuggle with my naughty slut and then I’m going to get you cleaned up and dressed again.”
He liked playing dress-up.
“I’m going to need more clothes eventually, Master.” Hmm. “But I can pay for them too. I’m not greedy. I just need more clothes to be pretty.”
Art seemed to pay well, but he might’ve had someone die and leave him money too, so I didn’t want to make assumptions about his day-to-day financial situation.
His lawyers and money people might not be as good as mine.
“I get to pay for your clothes, pretty boy, but if you want to contribute to the household stuff we can work something out.” Still being all relaxed and cuddly, Master nuzzled against my neck and seemed to be going back to sleep based on his deep breaths.
“It’s my job…it’s my job to take care of my pretty boy’s clothes and toys… those kinds of things.”
That seemed like a reasonable split to me but we’d have to see if he actually let me pay for anything.
I wasn’t stupid and he liked owning me…and I was fairly certain we were going to have different views on that household stuff part.
“I’m glad you’re going to let me have ways to take care of you too, Master.” Yes. This called for appropriate levels of guilt and manipulation. “You’re special and I want you to remember that too.”
He snorted.
Well, at least I knew that I could use manipulation to let him know when something was important.
“Fine.” His sigh turned into another deep breath. “I won’t be too big of a pain in the ass about it.”
Just a small pain in the ass?
I tried to figure out how to ask that on my own but I was a slow thinker first thing in the morning and he was very quick to go back to sleep.
Maybe morning orgasms were the kind that put him to sleep?
Was there a good way to ask that?
Was there a time limit on after-orgasm naps?
I needed to ask questions faster when orgasms were involved…just in case.
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“I’m having coffee and people-watching.” I shrugged like I practiced with Master. “Have you tried the cookies?”
He was right, coffee needed cookies.
The models standing around me blinked.
“Having an Owner agrees with you.” Emerson smiled but it looked kind of dangerous to me. “And it’s made you smarter because this table doesn’t even have an extra chair.”
Yep, Master helped me work through all contingences and I’d moved the chair over to another table as soon as I’d walked in.
“We had a nice evening.” Practice definitely made perfect. “How was your night?”
I stayed focused on Emerson because Master had expected him to come find me, but I hadn’t expected him to bring half the office.
Even a guy I was pretty sure was new because I couldn’t remember what his penis looked like at all.
“Orgasmic…eventually.” Frowning at me, Emerson sighed. “For some reason Owner thought I was rude.”
Based on my conversation with my Master, I was pretty sure that would depend on who was describing the evening.
“I’m glad you both worked that out.” Master was really good at figuring out what people would do, but even he hadn’t been sure what would happen if Emerson had too much time on his hands. “How is work going?”
I didn’t volunteer that I knew they were doing a shoot today or ask any questions that were too specific, but something about my question had them all staring like they were confused.
Did they not know they had a shoot?
The new lines got more attention, sure, but going back to do a new shoot for the older stuff from a couple of years ago was a good decision.
No.
Mouth closed and look neutrally pleasant if I didn’t know what was going on.
That was harder than I thought it would be, but I just kept reminding myself how proud Master was going to be.
And they’d all said happy Masters meant more orgasms.
I wasn’t going to remind them about that either because I wasn’t supposed to talk about orgasms or naked things until they did.
“We’re distracted, so it wasn’t off to a great start.” Emerson was still the spokesperson for the group, but they all nodded as they studied me.
How was I still the most normal person in the situation?
The bar was kind of low, but I might’ve been the most normal person in the room based on how everyone was staring at us.
“I’m sorry it’s been difficult.” What else? What would Master say? “Did you come to get some caffeine to get motivated?”
He’d said that people ask about the obvious when they were making small talk, but I wasn’t prepared for all of them to shake their heads.
We were in a coffee shop.
Did they not know that?
Master and I needed to practice conversations where people did unexpected things because even he hadn’t been able to prepare me for Emerson and the models.
Since I had no idea what to do, I shut my mouth and tried to keep a neutral expression on my face. Not upset. Not bored. I was just like a neutral robot, pleased but waiting. They seemed to be trying to do that too but I had a lot more reasons to behave than they did.
So I won.
“This is weird.” Emerson crossed his arms over his chest. “And still distracting. You didn’t even walk by the building three times before you came over here. I thought you were dead.”
Was that a rational fear?
Was that even a normal irrational one?
“I’m not.” Doing my best to take Master’s instructions and extrapolate what to do, I pointed to my half-eaten cookie. “What are your thoughts on raisins in cookies?”
Was blinking good or not?
“Alright, come with us.” Emerson sighed like he was exhausted but I wasn’t sure what he was doing. “I just can’t do this.”
Do what?
“Is he broken?” Lane looked around at everyone. “You said getting an Owner would make him happy, not like some kind of Stepford wife.”
What was that?
Who was Stepford and why was his wife a problem?
Was that a kink I hadn’t heard of?
Another TV show reference from the pivot people?
“We’ll figure it out at the studio.” Still looking frustrated, Emerson gestured toward my cookie. “Raisins are the Devil’s fruit. I don’t know what you’re doing torturing yourself like that but we’ll save you from the cookie too.”
Oh.
Master was right…people had weird views on raisins.
Wait.
I knew what to do.
Picking up my phone, I ignored their sighs and huffs and weird looks as I called Master.
He’d been nice and had even done a thing where all I had to do was press one button to call him.
“What happened?”
He was really smart.
“We don’t ever move to a secondary location because that always makes the risk worse.” I’d watched enough cop shows to know that.
“Good fucking grief. You’re still at the coffee shop.” Master was also very good when it came to using the tracking app he’d put on my phone. “Where are they trying to take you?”
“They talked to me first, and they’re weird. But I think they’re taking me back to their work because Emerson says I’m distracting.” I didn’t understand how but I wasn’t taking the fall for it. “I followed all the rules. Every single one. All of them.”
This was not my fault.
Master sighed.
Thank goodness.
“I know, pretty boy. I’ve been following you and you’ve done very well. You’ve even been texting like you were supposed to and didn’t follow them off to a secondary location. You did good.”
“When did we become the weird ones?”
I knew not to answer that even before Master cleared his throat.
No matter what other people seemed to think, Master had a very smart doll and I was not as weird as everyone seemed to think.