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He wasn’t making thinking any easier and it was completely hopeless when he actually pulled out my dick and started giving it several soft strokes.
It was just enough to make me ache for more but not nearly enough to make me come, and his smile said he knew it. He also seemed to know that it would make it impossible for my fears to keep my tongue in check.
“Cutie, in the future, would you like cock rewards to be something painful?” His question would’ve stopped my heart if I’d been able to think about what he’d said. “Would you like to earn harder strokes or get cock slaps when you’ve been a good boy?”
Somehow the question came out sounding perfectly reasonable and yet wonderfully erotic. But how was I supposed to answer that?
He found a way.
Cohen gave it just enough of a squeeze to chase my breath out of my lungs and I could feel my desire jumping several notches. “I…please, Sir. Let me come.”
“Oh no, you haven’t even answered my question, cutie.” The almost apologetic tone had humiliation flashing through me making my dick even harder. “Show me how a good boy answers a question.”
Whining definitely wasn’t an answer, but it was all that escaped as I tried to breathe through the growing pleasure. “I…”
Fuck.
I wanted to be his good boy.
I wanted him to tell Daddy how good I’d been.
“Yes, Sir.” God, I was going to do it. “Next time can it be harder, please?”
Sadly, that had him easing his grip on my dick and he went back to the frustratingly gentle strokes. “Good boy. Now, next time should it be slaps or just harder pets? Hmm?”
Something about the way he said it had my mind wanting to drift and I had to fight to stay focused in the moment. “It…I…”
Think.
Think.
Fuck.
Words.
“Either, Sir? I’d love either. I promise I can’t choose.” Please don’t make me choose.
Sir was psychic and terribly mean.
He released my dick.
“I won’t make you pick next time, cutie.” He leaned in and gave me a soft peck on the cheek. “Now what do you say when you get a reward from me or your Daddy?”
Fuck.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I was never going to make it through the whole scene if just my reward for being a good boy almost killed me.
It was going to be a long night…or maybe just a very short one.
Chapter 15
Bishop
Well, it looked like Cohen was able to get Ian in the right frame of mind for the scene. He was so fucking good at being a Dom that it was incredible. It just came naturally to him and I couldn’t wait to be as good as he was.
But practice made perfect, so it was time to hone my skills.
That could wait until they were actually in the house, though. For now I was just glad Ian didn’t look as nervous as he’d sounded on the phone. Even checking in on what color he was hadn’t made me confident in how he was feeling.
As they came in the front door with Cohen wrapped around Ian’s back like a big cuddly blanket, he leaned down and kissed Ian’s neck. “Our boy was very good and got a reward.”
Oh, so that was the reason Ian looked like he was ready to come and didn’t care what was happening around him.
“I’m glad he was such a good boy for you.” Deciding to play along because Ian’s embarrassed but still needy whimper was too cute, I let my gaze wander down his body. “What kind of reward did he get?”
Nothing seemed particularly out of place, but I knew Cohen had a wonderfully devious mind, so I wasn’t surprised when he gave me a beaming smile. “Our boy got to pick between being kissed and having his cock played with.”
Cohen’s arms tightened around Ian as his hands wandered lower over our boy’s chest. Ian let out a whine but leaned back into our sexy Dom and did his best to actually get out a sentence. “Sir…”
I wasn’t sure if Ian was whining about how embarrassed he was or if he just wanted to be touched more, but Cohen smiled and pressed his lips against Ian’s neck again. “You were such a good boy. Let me brag to your Daddy.”
Oh, he was so good at being wicked.
Ian looked completely helpless as he relaxed against Cohen. He gave up fighting whatever was going through his head, arching his hips forward as Cohen’s hand moved lower, illustrating exactly what our boy had picked.
“He was such a good boy and asked for me to play with his cock. He was very articulate and even asked if next time I could be rougher with his dick when he got a reward.” Cohen’s cheerful voice made him sound a bit like a kindergarten teacher, but he completely fucked with both our heads when he gave Ian’s obviously hard cock a pat over his pants. “He was such a good boy.”
