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He even spanked over my anus just to show me how good it was going to be.
“I’ll make cleaning you thoroughly part of our nightly shower routine.” Making a quiet thinking sound, he spanked me again as something pressed against my opening.
His thumb.
Yes.
I knew what that was.
“I’ll get you all clean and ready for me in the shower, then we’ll relax with your spanking and you’ll tell me anything I need to hear.” Like being my Master...because he liked good communication. “Then I’ll use you in some way to help me relax.”
Master finally slowed his spanking and the only thing holding me down to the ground was gone. His thumb just wasn’t enough and he must’ve known that. He helped keep me from flying away by sliding in two fingers.
The stretch started out perfect but then I began to float again as he found my prostate. “Such a sensitive little button. I’m going to have so much fun using your ass.”
He...he was going to like that.
“Next...on our next date, Master?” He needed to say yes, but I wasn’t a brat and waited patiently.
“Yes, boy. I already know exactly how I’m going to use you.” Master’s pleased sound made it even harder to stay on his lap. “For now, though, I’m going to enjoy making you come again and then I’m going to love using your mouth.”
I was going to...
He was going to...
Then we’d...
“You’re sexy when you come but you’re my sweet cocksucker.” Master made a happy sound as he found my button again and kept ringing it like it was a doorbell. Instead of a bell, though, I made noise every time he pushed it. “So wonderfully sensitive. Yes, this is going to be a very relaxing way to wind down from the day.”
Every time I slept over.
He wanted me to sleep over.
“That’s right. You belong to me, so all your pleasure belongs to me too and right now I want to see you come.” He gave the best orders and I was his good boy because I obeyed perfectly.“That’s right. You do that perfectly, boy. I’m so proud of you for relaxing this much and giving me your body.”
Maybe my body liking him better than it did me wasn’t as frustrating as I’d thought.
Chapter 23
Palmer
“This isn’t necessary.” Ferris honestly seemed to believe that based on his sigh and the frustrated expression he was wearing, but he was so wrong it wasn’t worth rehashing. “I’m not picky.”
Okay, maybe we were going to have to rehash it.
On the pasta aisle.
“Boy?” Dropping my voice low and staying as quiet as I could, I stepped closer to the back of the cart where Ferris had been dragging his feet. “You are not picky. That is being a pain in the butt about random things for no reason at all. I’ve got a coworker who’s picky because he thinks it makes him look quirky and sophisticated. He drives everyone nuts commenting on every lunch the company buys.”
He was the biggest pain in the ass I’d ever met.
“You have specific preferences that make you happy or relaxed. You are amazing in being able to deal with that and ignore it when you have to, but is there any reason you have to do that at my house?” No. The answer was no but it took him a second to shake his head. “You will not stress about how to hide the fact that I don’t have the right soap or pasta sauce when we can easily fix that.”
I’d honestly been surprised over his lack of specific needs.
It turned out I should’ve asked more questions.
“You like your soap.” Frowning, he stood straighter like he was forcing himself to be perfectly still. “You probably like your pasta sauce. People buy what they like and I don’t get to tell them that they’re buying the wrong thing.”
