Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Would he be the sub or did he want just Ian to be the sub?
Watching the Dom stroke his hands along his sub’s chest as their audience moaned and the boy blushed, I could very easily see Ian in that role. But I wouldn’t have to go that far to tease either of them. I could leave Ian’s clothes on and tease him under the table and he’d thoroughly enjoy it.
“Randall likes attention and his Dom enjoys giving him what he wants.” Preston’s soft smile said he liked them either as friends or just as a couple. Knowing he approved made it harder to worry, but I had to remind myself nothing in the boy’s behavior said he was uncomfortable.
In fact, judging by the way he was moaning as his Dom pinched his nipples, I would say he was enjoying himself.
“Don’t fuck him on my dime.” The bartender growled out the order, making the boy blush a fiery red, but his Dom just chuckled, so it had to be a comment they were all used to…or maybe one they’d been waiting for.
“I’ll do that on his break.” The Dom winked at the boy as he finally slipped the shirt over his head.
As he took his time smoothing it down the clearly aroused sub, I looked over at Preston. “How often does this happen?”
I clearly wasn’t careful enough with that question because Eli hopefully answered. “Well, they flirt and Hudson feels Randall up constantly, but they only have sex in the back a few times a week. Oh, but Randall’s caged about half the time and he’s got a beautiful dick.”
I was not going to ask how he knew that.
Preston coughed as he tried not to laugh. “I think the point of this adventure was to show you there are places you can take…well, let’s say places a Dom might take a sub who likes being teased and shown off a bit. It wouldn’t be nearly as stressful as a club and they can only go so far in public, even here.”
That was a very good point.
I just wasn’t sure how to mention it to Ian, or what would happen once I explained to Bishop that I understood why he’d sent me here in the first place. That pup could talk me into almost anything and he knew it.
Ah, as the sub turned and blushed as someone dropped a spoon of all things, I realized how Eli knew the boy had a beautiful dick.
The outline was showing through his pants.
I was definitely going to have a long conversation with Bishop and Ian…but especially with my naughty pup. I’d ask what he’d gotten up to in here, but knowing Bishop, he was probably some kind of pen pal with the cute exhibitionist and they’d be coming over for dinner.
“Oh, Emerson wants to know what candy goes with world domination.” Eli looked up from his phone, frowning. “Would that be something sweet or something sour? Maybe something old-fashioned?”
Yep, a trip to check on my drunk cutie was definitely in order.
Right after we saw the sub orgasm from what seemed to be a vibrating plug.
It would be rude to leave before he’d finished…right?
Chapter 9
Ian
“You’re magic. I was going to call you.” Uncle Cohen always knew when to come. “Do you think suckers are like swords?”
He knew everything.
Uncle Cohen made his thinking face and nodded. “They are the swords of the candy world.”
“You’re so smart.” That was how I was going to win. “Come on. You can help me take over the world. Emerson is sneaky, though. Be careful.”
Uncle Cohen nodded very seriously before remembering to shut the door…and he locked it. He was so smart. “I’m sure I can help.”
He was very confident too.
Uncle Cohen even kissed my head. He was very loving. “Is it okay that I came over to visit? I texted, but you didn’t respond.”
And he was polite too.
“I lost it.” I shrugged as Uncle Cohen nodded, not mad at all. “It was under Emerson’s butt and then it was gone.”
He said it hadn’t gone up his butt and that it wouldn’t fit anyway even if he had been fucked.
Oh, that was news.
“Uncle Cohen?” I stopped him as we got to the living room. I had to tell him so he could be excited for Emerson too. “You have to say congratulations to Emerson. He got fucked.”
Congratulations.
That was a very good word.
Con-grat-u-lation.
It would be an even better word if it was easier to spell.
“Why are all the good words hard to spell, Uncle Cohen?” He was so smart he didn’t even rush to give me an answer.
“So we don’t overuse them.” Then he kissed my forehead as everyone was awestruck by his magnificence.
Magnificence.
That was—
“That’s so smart.” Emerson sat up from where he’d been stretched out on the floor. “I hadn’t thought of that.”