Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
The problem in this case was that based on how he’d answered the questions, I thought he’d be okay with either of those options. Ruslan’s focus on the cage was edging and denial, but having an orgasm while caged would probably push a lot of his buttons too.
Sometimes the hardest part of being a Dom was finding the best way to drive a sub crazy.
Chapter 15
Ruslan
He had to keep making things difficult by thinking.
Smart Doms were exhausting.
But he made good mac-n-cheese and he came over when I was being ridiculous…so it was probably worth trying to find ways to talk around what I wanted.
“Master?” When he kissed my neck and made a soft hum, I knew I could keep going. “Some subs would be okay with either of those as long as they knew what would happen.”
Yes, I just needed to know how long I had to stay in the cage and when I could come. I only knew half of that at the moment and it was making me insane.
Master’s near snicker said he knew that, though.
His chest jerked and I could feel the laughter inside of him, but he was trying to be a good Dom and he even kept playing with my ass. “That’s a good point.”
Yes, it was.
But it took him a few more seconds before he could keep going without laughing. Once he found where his control had wandered off to, he was very sweet and gave me another hug before teasing my hole.
So maybe I could forgive his giggles?
“I think for our first time in a scene like this, I’m not going to rush.” Kissing my shoulder, he made a soft sexy moan that sent another shiver through me. “Yes, I want to take my time seeing how you pout and whine and seeing how many times you’ll blush when you look down at your cage.”
Evil. Evil Dom.
“I want to see how many different ways I can decorate your sexy body. I want to have you kneeling, naked and caged as I make you dinner.” As his voice seemed to get deeper, his finger skimmed circles around my entrance. “I want to hold you tonight while you’re naked and wake up to you complaining and pouting.”
Sighing, I nodded. “That’s probably the best idea. My self-control is questionable in the morning.”
That was how he’d ended up at my place before breakfast.
And how I’d ended up in the cage.
Master chuckled as he nodded. “Yes, I can see that. But it’ll be worth it.”
Before I could make sure of that, he squeezed my ass and nibbled right by my neck. “I’ll spank you tomorrow night and I’ll give you the best caged orgasm…then I’ll decide if I should leave you in it one more night.”
Evil.
I’d called it.
“You’re kind of evil, Master.”
His romantic sigh said he was also insane, but that might’ve been why he put up with so much ridiculousness from me, so I decided not to complain about that point.
“Thank you, sweet boy.” He gave me another kiss before patting my ass in a let’s shift things up kind of way that made me want to pout. “Lunchtime for you, cutie. Then I need to get a little bit of work done as long as you don’t mind?”
I shook my head, not realizing I should’ve double-checked his schedule before begging for his attention earlier. “Did I interrupt your plans, Master?”
“No.” His sigh sounded like I should’ve let it out while pouting, so I sat up and frowned at him. “It’s nothing. I just took the weekend off because I was supposed to be seeing my family, but they decided to take a last-minute trip and forgot about Thanksgiving.”
That sucked.
“I’m sorry.” It was my turn to give him a hug. “I didn’t realize that or I’d have said to come over to Malcolm’s place for Thanksgiving.”
My parents were divorced and bitter, and I avoided them both on most holidays.
Master shrugged. “It’s okay. It all fell apart last minute, so I went to one of my roommate’s parents’ house. They don’t live far and I’ve met them enough that it wasn’t weird.”
Still.
“Well, you’ll have plans for Christmas now no matter what.” I just had to figure out what to get him. “And if you confess to being my Secret Santa, I’ll get you something very special.”
Master laughed. “No, I know the rules. No guessing before the party next week.”
Shoot.
“Don’t tattle on me.” Master had a very sneaky look. “I’ll be good.”
A bribe.
I needed a bribe.
“I have a good surprise for you later when you’re studying, Master.” Yes. I’d figure out something. “But I won’t be able to do it if I’m worried about being tattled on.”
That was logical, right?
It had to sound reasonable while I figured out what my bribe was going to be.
Master nodded and looked curious.
Yes!
“Alright. You have my attention and a promise not to tattle as long as it’s a good surprise.” He cocked his head and studied me before kissing my nose. “But it’s not going to get you clothes because I’m enjoying having you nearly naked for me.”