Chapter 7

Boone

And poof he was brain-dead again.

Wynn had been so functional as we'd gone to the bathroom after his spanking, I'd thought he was going to stay that way.

He hadn't.

I probably should've expected it, but something about being washed turned his brain completely off. He made it through ogling me getting naked and stepping in the shower with him, but once I had him facing the wall with his hands braced against it, his brain just stopped.

Maybe it'd been telling him that I had a fantasy about being a corrupt cop?

Possibly.

But his moans and sighs as I worked my way down his back, cleaning him and massaging his muscles said being brain-dead was a good thing.

"Yes, that's my good boy." Pushing his ass back and spreading his legs made him a very good boy. "I'm going to get you all clean."

I was careful around his slightly tender cheeks, but when my fingers caressed up the middle of his ass, he whimpered sweetly. "That's right. I know you like being touched here."

It'd made him come like a rocket…and my cum-covered pants were the proof of that.

"You're going to love it when I fuck you nice and hard, aren't you?" I wasn't really expecting an answer, but he made the effort to nod, so that had to be rewarded.

Giving his neck a kiss, I moaned and sank my soaped-up finger about a knuckle into him. "Good boy for letting me know what you want. I like rewarding clear communication."

I wasn't going to say everything had to be verbal to get rewarded, but making sure I encouraged him to find ways to show me what he wanted seemed like it would be a good idea. He stared at me in shock way too often and that wasn't any kind of communication.

Wynn shivered and another soft whimper escaped as he clenched around me. "Like…I like…I like that."

Oh, words too.

"I'm so proud of you for making sure I knew that." Nibbling on his neck while I slid my finger deeper inside him had him making the sexiest whine. "I think a good reward for you might be to have my dick inside you when you get your second orgasm. What do you think?"

The way his body spasmed around me had me trying not to laugh, but his needy tone as his words stuttered out made me hard as fuck. "I…I…I like that. Good…good boy. Words…I…I get two."

Just the effort he made was sexy as fuck.

"That's right, but who's in control if I fuck you?" Making a soft, thinking hum against his neck got another shiver from him. "Can you submit completely or are you going to be a brat?"

His needy whine made me think he wasn't ready to promise to be a good sub…but it might've just been too erotic to give me a clear reaction.

"I might have to tie you down if you're a brat and make it difficult for me." Tsking quietly, I ignored the way he tightened around me as I found his prostate. "I'm trying to decide if I want to stretch you face down on the bed so I can relax on top of you as I slowly fuck you, or if I'm going to put you on your back so I can spread your legs and fuck you hard."

There were no bad answers based on how his body reacted, but if I waited until his brain could answer with words, we'd be there all night.

"I…I…"

That was it.

He tightened his ass around me and tried to ride my finger faster, though.

"When you've been a very good sub, I might let you ride my cock. I think you'd like that. What do you think? Would it be fun to bounce up and down on my dick while I got to play with your cock?" Pressing against him, I slowly stroked one hand over his front going from lightly caressing his half-hard dick to his nipples. "I think you'd like it if I played with your nipples too."

He'd always complained about them being too sensitive against his shirts, so I was gentle as I flicked the tip of one and barely pinched it.

Bingo.

He nearly came.

That was going to be fun.

As his whole body seemed to light up, I gently circled the sensitive skin with my finger and kissed his neck again. "I'm going to have so much fun playing with these nubs."

The needy sound he made was half nervousness and half desire, and I couldn't help but wonder what sexy torture he was imagining. "You're making me wonder if you'd like nipple clamps or if they'd be a good punishment for a naughty boy."

Hmm.

Mixed results.

His gasp said it was scary but his body tried to orgasm again.

We'd come back to that one.

"But you don't have to worry about me torturing them tonight." Another gentle flick had him spasming around my finger. "Once we get to bed, I'm going to be too distracted fucking you to pinch them or bite them."

Oh, this was fun.

Just talking about what I could do was getting the best reactions.

But it was clear we needed to have more discussions about how I could play with them before I did too much. He was incredibly sensitive and I wasn't going to assume that he liked pain in all his fun places simply because he liked being spanked.

So I moved my hand away from temptation and ran it lower down his body, soaping him as I went. I'd need more soon, but for the time being I could call it washing, not jerking him off. "We're going to get you all clean and then I'm going to have fun with you."

Another shiver said he approved of the plan, but the way he was rocking between my hands made that obvious too.

"Watching you play and giving you a spanking has kept me hard all night." Grinding my erection against the side of his ass to make that obvious, I nibbled his earlobe to get another good reaction from him. "But I wanted to wait for my orgasm so I could thoroughly enjoy claiming you."

Hmm, too much?

It was probably too honest, but I knew there was no need to panic when he gasped and started riding my finger faster.

"That's right. You want to be fucked hard and made to come that way, don't you?" Barely caressing his cock, I nuzzled against him as I went back to playing with his prostate since that could take more fun than his nipples could. "Yes, you've been feeling empty, so I'm going to fill you right up."

Wynn seemed to thoroughly approve of the plan, but his head fell back and he made a soft frustrated sound as he licked his lips.

So something was worth finding his words over?

There didn't seem to be anything to worry about, so I kept teasing him and enjoying his reactions as he struggled to have his cake and eat it too…or in this case, have his pleasure and the ability to talk too.

"I'm…I…" Mumbling something that sounded like fuck, he tried again. "I got tested."

Oh.

That was worth letting him think, so I eased the intensity back to make sure he could process. It got me a huff that made me grin, but he was able to use his words, and it felt like a good trade-off to me. "I've been tested recently. You don't have to use a condom."

When the words were out, he wiggled and rocked back and forth. "Boone…"

Chuckling, I flicked the head of his mostly hard cock. "Let me think."

The way he sucked in a breath made me think he hadn't realized how much fun pain there could be.

Had he just focused his research on spankings and pups?

With the way he hyperfocused, that was probably a reasonable assumption. But we had other things at the top of our kinky to-do list at the moment.

Cum and condoms.

"I've been tested too, but do you want to be marked and filled with cum or do you just want to have me orgasm inside you?" It felt like two very different things to me, even though it might not to anyone else.

"First." Wynn's confident answer said at the very least he didn't think I was nuts. "First."

Hearing he knew what he wanted was good but I appreciated feeling the answer as well. His voice had been clear but his cock had made a valiant effort to rise to full mast to make sure I knew his vote shouldn't be second-guessed.

"Then that's what my good boy deserves for his second orgasm." And it was what his Master wanted too. "I might even wake you up early sliding my dick into you so I can fill you up again. What do you think about that?"

His cry and the way his body clenched around me said we were getting too close to his orgasm…and it told me that there was a good chance he approved of that idea too.

But I was going to need a verbal response as well before I actually did it, so I dialed back the teasing again and slowly removed my finger. He mumbled under his breath, grumbling and huffing, but the way his breathing evened out said it'd been a good idea.

When he'd come back down from the edge, I turned him around in the shower so my chest was pressing against his. His eyes looked more focused than I expected, but his gaze immediately dropped to my lips, making me grin.

I knew that face.

So I gave him another kiss, taking it deeper that time when he parted his lips and whimpered sweetly for more. Sexy begging like that needed to be reinforced, so I stroked my tongue against his and fucked his mouth the same way I was going to fuck his ass soon.

When I finally released his mouth, I rested my forehead against his. "Give me the words. Do you consent to my waking you up with my cock sliding into your sexy ass?"

"Yes." The breathy answer sent a shiver through me that time, but he didn't stop there. "Green. I consent. Please. That's…that's really hot."

I had a feeling he'd shared just the tip of the iceberg when it came to fantasies.

"Good boy." Giving him one more peck, I kept it short so we didn't get distracted.

Kissing him was fun, but I wasn't sure how much more self-control he had lying around and I wanted to be inside him when he came again.

"Next, I'm going to wash your hair and rinse you off." When it looked like he was tracking what I said, I continued. "Once we're out of the shower, I'm going to put you face down on the bed so I can put the lotion on your ass, then I'm going to fuck you. Do you understand the plan?"

There wasn't anything he had to decide but it still look several seconds for his brain to process the information. Once it did, I got a nod and he took a deep breath, giving me the impression he was trying to find a verbal response.

"Yes, please. Thank you."

That was it.

Yep, no more teasing in the shower…his brain was the consistency of banana pudding and the only thing hard in his body was his cock.

"Good boy." Kissing his cheek, I grinned as he blushed. "You did a good job giving me words."

A spanking didn't embarrass him but praise made him go all squirmy.

It was fun.

But I was a good Dom as I finished getting him clean and rinsed…and I behaved right up until he was out of the shower and dry.

"You were sweet and submissive in the shower." Slowly dragging the towel down his chest, I kept my voice happy and light. "You were patient and you didn't come."

His dick said that'd been a difficult job.

Wynn's frustrated huff said he was siding with his dick, but the way he crashed his head into me said he wasn't sure what to do about the teasing.

So I kissed his neck and let the towel fall to the floor. "And you were so tight around my finger."

The squeak that got me was worth a thousand words.

"You're going to feel even better around my dick." He liked hearing that too, shivering and pressing closer so he could grind himself against me. "No, naughty boy, you don't get to come until I'm inside you. I want to feel you come around my dick."

"Fuck." His curse was funny but the way he barely held back his orgasm was even better. "You…how do you say that so well?"

I wasn't sure what the question was but I shrugged. "You're not the only one who's been fantasizing and doing fun research."

He wasn't the only one dreaming about someone he shouldn't either.

"What…what did you think about doing to me?" Wynn's question had the answers flashing in my head like a neon sign.

Glad he hadn't missed the obvious, I started slowly moving us into my bedroom. "Putting you over my lap was one of the first fantasies I had about you."

That made him giggle but he stayed pressed against me. "Because I was driving you crazy?"

That too.

"And because you've got a great ass." It was one of my favorite parts about him and always had been. "I also thought about plugging you and paddling you over it. There are a lot of fun toys I think you'd like."

Especially now that I'd seen how much he liked being spanked.

It'd all been vague and unclear before, but since I'd seen his puppy side it was coming into view. He was going to be a needy, naughty boy and he was going to require a lot of attention.

Luckily for him, I was more than willing to take on the role of chief spanker and puppy wrangler.