Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Joel’s first response was to thrust faster, but as he nodded and moaned, he spread his legs. That was a very clear second response. Dean’s smile was slipping back and forth between sweet and sexy, so I had a feeling he couldn’t decide how he was feeling about the situation.
Well, besides pleased that Joel was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Yes, you’re such a good boy for giving Master Tate a nice reward.” Dean’s tone was sweet but the words just pumped Joel higher.
Something about it gave Dean a boost of confidence too because as I started drawing out the time between each spank, Dean reached down between Joel’s cheeks and ran a finger over the tempting hole that was flashing at us. “He loves making your bottom pink and pretty.”
Oh, our naughty boy loved being the center of attention.
“I’m…it’s…” Joel couldn’t help trying to explain how cute he looked with a pink ass, but his confident explanation of how good he looked would have to wait.
His wonderful Daddy slipped one finger into the needy hole and threw Joel right over the cliff. “Yes…”
He moaned out the excited word before chasing every drop of pleasure he could find. Crying out needy sounds and letting desperate, random phrases escape as I squeezed his sexy ass, Joel made it clear he was loving every second of my reward. “Daddy. You. Yes. Master.”
There was no way to even guess what he thought he was saying, but there wasn’t a safeword to be heard, so I just let him ride it out until he collapsed onto our laps. He didn’t seem to have a bone in his body, but he was breathing and softly chuckling to himself.
It seemed to add up to good things, so we both waited and ran our hands over his legs and back as he came down from his high. “When…when does Daddy get his spanking? He needs…it’s just…I have to share.”
Hmm.
Maybe eyeballs could fall out of their sockets.
Chapter 27
Joel
I needed to learn to share better.
Rolling over was so hard.
“Does anyone know why orgasming with other people uses so many muscles?” I just didn’t understand it but moving was almost impossible. “Help.”
Yes, that was what I had a Master and a Daddy for.
The universe knew it would take two people to move me around.
Yep.
“Thank you.” They were so smart. Daddy and Master Tate didn’t even move me off their laps. “This is. Yes. You’re right.”
They were very smart.
“You’re welcome.” Daddy chuckled and tucked a pillow under my head so I could cuddle better. “There we go.”
Much better.
The pillow helped me wrap myself around them like a bent spoon and I could cuddle them both. “Someone needs to rub my bottom. It’s cute and feels nice.”
“Of course, how could we forget that.” Master Tate sounded like he was going to tease me, but he was wonderful and squeezed my bottom and gave it good rubs. “Pretty bottoms need lots of attention.”
They really did.
I was going to tell them that but Daddy distracted me. “Did you like that better than with your cage on?”
Oh.
“I don’t know.” That was a hard question. “We’ll have to try again.”
Master Tate chuckled but his squeeze said he liked that plan. “You need to double-check that, huh?”
Closing my eyes as I tucked myself even closer to them, I nodded. “Yes. They’re both really nice.”
“Is that why you want to share with Dean?” Master Tate nearly giggled as Daddy groaned, but he leaned over and kissed my shoulder too. “You want him to feel good too?”
“Everyone should feel good.” I wiggled my arm and managed to pet them both, but it wasn’t working enough to hug them. “And I…I was thinking and we…I was…”
Shoot.
“Words are hard.” Floating was better but I didn’t want to forget. “I was thinking that I’m kind of loud excited and Daddy’s quiet excited, and I’m like the loud people on the internet who get all the attention.”
Yes, I’d found the words.
They couldn’t hide from me.
“We keep forgetting to give Daddy attention. He needs spankings and tails and…and stuff…” Yes, wait. “What’s his stuff? It’s hard to remember.”
We needed to make Daddy more loud excited…as long as he kept taking care of me.
“Taking care of me is his stuff too…I just forgot the other parts.” Yes, we couldn’t forget how important I was. “Master? What’s his stuff? What kind of tail does Daddy want?”
I needed a nap before we looked at more tails, though.
“I think…wait…I don’t think…he was…he said no mouse tails. So…so that probably means no piggy ones either.” They were kind of cute, though. “Do you…do you think he’s monsterful or magical? Daddy might be a dragon.”
He’d be a cute dragon.
He was making dragony growly kinds of breathing sounds already.
“He might need more time to figure out what kind of sub he is.” Master Tate was still sounding very Master even though I could hear his smile. “I think he’s a…let’s call it a quieter kind of sub. I’m not sure he’s a run around and chase his tail kind of sub.”