Naughty November

Chapter 5

FIVE

ASHTON

“You’re just evil.” Closing my eyes, I forced myself backward and lay back on the bed. “And…and I think I’m supposed to tell you other things.”

Yes, there were other things I’d been going to complain about.

Micha chuckled, not worried about my wrath at all as he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “You can tell me all about them later.”

“Yeah, once I find my brain.” Because he’d clearly done something to it. “You made me orgasm.”

He scoffed, but I got another kiss. “Bullshit. You were so turned on it just took a handful of humps before you exploded. It was awesome.”

“Concerts are awesome. Dinners at fancy restaurants are awesome. Me orgasming is not awesome.” He was ridiculous.

And he made another rude sound.

We were going to talk about that too.

“Watching my partner thoroughly enjoy a scene is awesome and you can’t tell me it’s not. I’m pretty sure that’s in our contract too.” Huffing, Micha danced his fingers over my chest, threatening to start tickling me again .

I couldn’t help jerking and whining but I smiled too because I was a glutton for punishment. “No, you can’t do that.”

Barking out a laugh, he sounded wicked. “You wanna bet?”

Yep, he was evil.

And just naughty.

But he needed a distraction or he was going to get feisty and I’d end up tickled and tortured again.

Knowing it was for the greater good, I forced my eyes open. “Can I have a drink of water first?”

Oh, he liked that.

Well, I might not know how I liked all the bits of the scene, but I liked that look on his face. And anything that helped me manipulate Micha couldn’t be scary. That was definitely some kind of rule I’d seen online.

“Yes, baby.” Micha was feeling so sweet he kissed my cheek. “And how about we get you cleaned up?”

I could feel my face heating up but I knew it was for a good cause. “Yes. Thank you.”

It wasn’t perfectly manipulative…I was missing something but I wasn’t sure what. Still, I focused on staying sweet and giving him wide eyes. He hadn’t come yet, so he deserved to get what he wanted until I figured out the rest.

But to make up for whatever wasn’t perfect, I puckered up my lips and silently begged for a kiss. He liked that too. He even made a low, almost growling sound as he inched closer and his lips brushed mine. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

No. I didn’t.

“I’m your good boy and I wanted kisses.” That was better than admitting I had no idea why he was enjoying this part of our scene so much. “Thank you for my water.”

I probably shouldn’t be thirsty but it sounded good and it gave him something to do. He was still very much in taking care of me mode even though he was probably still hard as a rock. Yep. I could see the outline of his erection as he got off the bed, but he seemed to be ignoring it, so I decided to be patient.

And cute .

“I’ll be good and wait right here.” Because I wasn’t sure what else I could do while still ignoring the elephant in the room.

My diaper.

It was…full…and heavy and…and it was a diaper.

Yep. I was going to stay on the bed and very still and pretend nothing was weird. That didn’t mean it wasn’t weird but it wasn’t hurting me and Micha’s gaze kept dropping down to it…and he adjusted his dick.

Oh yeah, he liked it.

“Good boy.” He managed to kiss me and walk away without ogling it again, but it seemed like it took a lot of effort.

That made me think…which was always dangerous, but I couldn’t help myself.

When he was safely out of the room, I looked down my body and studied the diaper. It felt like a wet diaper but aside from that it didn’t feel like anything special.

He liked it, though.

Why?

Thinking like me wasn’t helping but I could think like Micha.

Okay…I was Micha. I liked…I liked taking care of my sub and I liked making him feel helpless. I liked…I liked it when he was cute. I’d even left the mittens on my sub so I could…so I could pretend he was still helpless.

That all made sense…and even when I wasn’t being Micha, I liked being helpless too. Somehow it made him feel even bigger, which was sexy as fuck.

Him holding me down and cuddling me as he’d tickled me had also made him seem huge in the moment. Just thinking about it was so distracting he came back into the bedroom before I’d noticed how long he’d been gone. “There’s my good boy.”

A good boy with a very big Dom.

Yep, being helpless was amazing.

“Very good.” And very still. But I couldn’t stay like that forever, so I held up my hands and waved them around as he brought over a glass of water with a straw. “And still very helpless.”

He tried not to laugh as he set the glass down on the nightstand, but I was too cute and he couldn’t help himself. “And adorable too. We can’t forget that.”

Yep.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first.” He chuckled when I scrunched my face up before I could stop myself. “Drama queen.”

Maybe.

“No. I was very good.” But I closed my eyes when he tugged me closer and reached for the diaper so he could open the tape things. “I…I laughed and I wiggled. You liked that.”

Ugh. He was taking it off.

“And…and I drank my milk. You liked that part.” There was no doubt about that, so I wasn’t surprised when he made another happy sound as something cold wiped around my dick.

“I loved that part. You were so cute and I loved holding you like that and taking care of you.” He sprinkled kisses over my face as he finished cleaning me up and I couldn’t help making silly sounds as he took off my mittens. “You’re still so cute.”

Well, at least it was clear the messier aspect of the scene hadn’t grossed him out. I’d never been quite sure how to manage the losing control part of the tickle kink, so he’d come up with a very practical solution at the very least.

“I’m not cute.” I wasn’t sure what I was at the moment but cute didn’t feel right.

He snorted, a full-on caveman sound that made me laugh. “Bullshit.”

He was so ridiculous.

“All clean.” His snicker should’ve warned me he was up to something but I wasn’t prepared for him to blow more raspberries on my stomach and giggle like a Disney villain. “So cute.”

My squeals were not cute.

“You’re such a—” Butthead. I was going to explain that in very clear words but he kissed me instead, going right for a tongue and take over my mouth kind of kiss.

Cheater.

He was a cheater too .

But I forgot that by the time he released my lips and was wearing a sexy smirk, clearly proud of himself. “Let’s get you a drink.”

I was naked again so to me that meant sitting up and drinking for myself, but he didn’t have the same picture that I did. He sat down on the bed and scooped me up, putting me on his lap again. I wasn’t lying back like a baby anymore, but the position wasn’t screaming grown-up.

However, he’d dug out my swirly straw and was always a really good snuggler, so I couldn’t complain as he brought the glass closer. “Nice and cold and you even have your fun straw.”

He was definitely still cheating me or doing something, but he was right—he’d gotten my straw. And the water was cold. And he liked holding me and doing things for me.

He hadn’t come, so being nice was probably the right thing to do.

Nice and wiggly and cute while I drank.

Yep, that made him nice and happy too.

He was so happy he was moaning by the time I’d finished my water. “You licked the fucking straw, baby. I think you were even fellating it at one point.”

Possibly.

I didn’t have much of a gag reflex, so it hadn’t been a problem.

Rolling my hips as he set the nearly empty glass down, I kissed his cheek and gave him my best sweet and adorable smile. “Thank you for my water.”

He just groaned.

Now who was the pain in the butt?

Me.

But since I was pretty sure he wanted to be the pain in my butt for a while, I clenched my cheeks and gave him another kiss. “Make love to me?”

He made another desperate and slightly frustrated sound as he looked down at my lap. “You’re not hard.”

Duh, I’d just come my brains out.

I might not be hard for a week…hours at the very least.

“One thing has nothing to do with the other. My dick is not going in my own ass. It doesn’t work like that unless you do weird porn and are really long.” Thankfully, we were both wonderfully average. Slightly above average but nothing startling.

Micha couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or groan, so I made the decision for him and gave him another kiss. This time it was my turn to fuck his mouth and be a fabulous distraction. I was so amazing and incredible at getting him completely off track he didn’t even realize I was straddling him until I tried to reach for the lube.

“Baby?” He found his brain once he managed to escape my amazing kisses.

“I want you to fill me up and make me feel like I’m completely yours again.” He was so stubborn I had to be honest with him if I was going to get what I wanted. “I’m not ready for that feeling to go away, so I need you to come deep inside me and get me all messy again.”

And he finally grinned. “Such a drama queen just to get what you want.”

Yep.

“So, do you want to help or are you going to watch me stretch myself?” With one finger at least or he’d worry. “You like watching.”

He flashed me a sexy grin. “I do, but this time I’m going to help.”

Because he was still deep in caretaker mode, so I gave him another cute cheek kiss. “Thank you.”

My big sexy sucker moaned. “Naughty boy.”

Yep, but I was better at not smiling, so I widened my eyes. “Me?”

Another distraction was clearly in order, so I handed him the lube and rose up on my knees again. “Help, please?”

Ha.

“You’re such a sexy brat.” Kissing my nose, he took the lube and squirted some out on his fingers. When his hand came down between us, I couldn’t hold back the shiver that raced through me as he teased my hole. “But you’re my sexy brat and I’m going to make sure you remember that.”

Since that seemed to mean he was going to do that by thoroughly fucking me, I kissed his cheek again and sank down just enough to have the tip of his finger ease into me. “I’ll remember…I promise.”

I was never going to forget about our night together .

“Baby…” Micha moaned, sinking his finger in slowly as he kissed my neck. “Fuck.”

Oh yeah.

I might not come again—dicks weren’t magic—but I was going to enjoy every second of being fucked. “Nibble on me. I want to feel you.”

I wanted to feel him for the rest of the night at the very least.

“The stuff that you say.” Micha might’ve grumbled but he used his teeth to send a shiver through me and even started sucking low on my neck as he stretched me. “Such a naughty boy.”

Barely shaking my head so I didn’t dislodge him, I pouted. “I’m your good boy. You said so.”

His chuckle vibrated through me and I couldn’t help moaning. “How could I forget? You’re the best boy.”

That was better.

And it got me a second finger.

“That’s so…” There was nothing better than a good stretch and feeling that ache run through me had my dick trying to perk up and play again.

He was ridiculous but I rubbed him against Micha’s chest to give him some attention anyway. Neither of us was satisfied with just fingers for long, so I whined and clenched around Micha’s fingers. “Please…I need you…”

I couldn’t explain it but I knew what I needed.

“Yes, baby.” Kissing up my neck, he sucked a few more times as he eased his fingers out of me. “You’re going to be marked and aching when I’m done with you.”

Absolute perfection.

“Because I’m so good.” And I was going to make him feel so good too. “Your good boy needs you inside him.”

It was Micha’s turn to moan and shiver, and just feeling the need running through him had my own need and love lighting up inside me. “Help me then, baby.”

Yay.

Getting his pants unbuttoned didn’t take long but getting his zipper down and freeing his cock took a bit more finesse. “Got it. I did it.”

Once I had him in my hand, I couldn’t hold back a little happy dance that made him laugh and moan at the same time. But when I rose up and finally had his cock teasing my entrance, he moaned and his hands gripped my hips tight. “My sexy boy.”

“Fill your sexy boy.” It was my turn to moan when he finally gave me what I wanted and slowly eased me down onto his cock. “Yes…that’s…”

Full.

Hard.

Perfect.

“Ride me, baby.” Micha’s fingers were pressed so tight I knew he was going to leave bruises on my ass and just imagining how sexy that was going to look had my dick fighting to get hard again. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Oh no, he had me beat at that comparison every time, but I knew better than to argue when he’d just get frustratingly stubborn. So I did the only thing I could and showed him exactly how sexy I found him by riding him hard and fast.

Every time the head of his cock pressed against my prostate, he sent a shiver through me that earned me a sexy smirk. It was so fucking hot, I clenched around his cock and shivered, kissing along his jaw as he seemed to get even harder in me. “You feel so good…fuck…Micha…”

He might not get it but I loved being able to feel every sensation. When I was hard and desperate, I was too distracted to feel the way his erection jerked and how he tensed right before he shivered. If I’d been trying to orgasm, I probably wouldn’t have even felt how hard he was holding me, like he knew I was his and he wasn’t going to let anyone take me from him…or let me escape.

He was just psychic enough that it pushed him over the edge and he gripped me even tighter as he thrust up hard and came deep inside me. Before his orgasm had even faded, he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my neck, soaking up the last shocks that fired through him. “Love you, baby. ”

Hugging him tight, I ignored the prickles at the back of my eyes and nodded against his head as I tried to press closer. “I love you too.”

Running his hands slowly down my back, he kissed my neck. “Who do you belong to, baby? Who’s going to keep you forever? Tell me again.”

Giggling, I hid my face against his shoulder. “You. I belong to you and you’re going to keep me forever.”

Forever and ever…because I belonged to him completely and I had the marks and the memories to prove it.