I was not the creative type.
I was the Knox type.
“I...” He blinked, completely derailed from whatever he’d been planning on being a pain in the ass about. “Yes, that might help.”
He was the cutest nut I’d ever met.
And the sexiest when he was thinking about my dick.
“Good boy.” Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, I steered him toward the couch and sat down, tossing a weird flower pillow I was pretty sure he hadn’t purchased on the floor between my legs. “Kneel.”
Knox barely gave the weird decoration a glance but that seemed to be because I was working on freeing my dick and that was much more entertaining than ugly pillows. “I...I think your help should include distracting me too. I think that’s a wonderful idea. Sometimes my head just gets very busy.”
So sucking dick was a good thing?
I’d remember that.
“I have very good ways of slowing it down then.” When my cock was free and arching up toward his mouth, I reached forhis head again and slowly eased him closer. “Kiss and thank me first. Then you get to suck on my cock.”
If I was helping him out and not the other way around, he needed to be polite about it.
It seemed logical and I was pretty sure he couldn’t argue about it because he’d written that into several different scenes in new books over the past year.
Yep, he moaned. “You’re just...”
“The best reader ever.” Pushing his face against my dick, I chuckled as he rubbed me and took a deep breath of my scent. “That’s why you’re going to be polite.”
Yep, a bit of asshole domination chased all the random thoughts away for my favorite frustrated author.
Knox nodded against me, taking another deep breath and pressing closer to me. “The best reader. Yes.”
His mouth opened, but I caught him before he could break the rules. “Naughty slut. You’re already being a bad boy.”
Knox couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to misbehave or not, judging by the thoughtful look on his face, but the risk of losing my dick seemed to be bigger than the draw of whatever wicked punishment he was imagining in his head. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be good.”
I wasn’t sure I should believe that, but I was a generous Master and nodded graciously. “Let’s try again then.”
Releasing his head, I nodded and kept a stern look on my face that just seemed to fry every brain cell in my dirty author's wicked brain. “I’m waiting.”
“Yes.” Nodding, Knox blinked a few times and swallowed. “Yes, I know...thanking you. Yes.”
I was barely managing not to laugh as his head bobbed again and his gaze dropped to my erection. “Yes, thank you for letting me suck your dick, Master.”
“Good boy.” Running my hand down his cheek, I sat back and rested my hands on my thighs. “And?”
It took a few blinks for his brain to find the answer, but he wanted to suck my cock enough to work for it. “Yes, I remember, Sir.”
Leaning in slowly, he placed a gentle peck on the head of my dick, right over my slit. He looked submissive and sweet right up until he shivered and his needy gaze met mine again. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master.”
“That’s much better, slut.” Giving his cheek a pat, I nodded. “You may begin.”
Yep, he loved living out the scene as much as he loved sucking dick...his whimpery moan and the way he sank his mouth over my erection made that very clear.
“Yes, you’re a good cocksucker.” A good asshole Dom wouldn’t moan too quickly, so I did my best to keep my tone neutral to keep up thedoing him a favorbit. “I bet that’s going to make you feel so much better.”
I couldn’t remember the exact words from those similar scenes, but I knew I’d hit the right note when he whined again and took me deep enough that he gagged around the head of my dick.
Perfection.
