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I couldn’t hold back a soft laugh. “Needy little slut.”

His cheeks pinked but he nodded and rocked back against me. “I’ve been patient, though.”

Kind of.

He’d only mentioned how good he’d been and how much he’d gotten done three times since he’d started packing his suitcase.

“You have been.” It was time to reward his good behavior even if he hadn’t been subtle in the slightest. “I haven’t forgotten that.”

I wasn’t going to let something like his need for an orgasm get us off track, though.

“What are we going to take pictures of first?” Keeping him pressed against me with one hand, I slowly ran my other down his torso and started working at the button on his pants. “Don’t keep me waiting, slut.”

His groan was a mix of frustration and desire and made me want to laugh again, but I just made a low hum instead. “What was that?”

The implied threat had a shiver going through him. “Nothing, Master. I’m thinking. Yes, thinking about...about the camera.”

Sure, that sounded perfectly reasonable.

“Then tell me what you’re going to shoot first.” I had a feeling his first thought was going to be about shooting cum, so I wasn’t surprised when it took him a second to answer.

“I...you’ve got...you’ve got books and stuff on that shelf.” His free hand flopped toward the bookshelves in question, making it clear what he meant even though I could’ve guessed.

There weren’t nearly as many bookcases as he had at his house, but it was enough to make him worry about gremlins.

I’d worked out a plan to distract him from his slightly invasive thoughts, though.

“Whose books do you see?” An embarrassed huff snuck out of the drama queen before I released his erection, turning the sound into a moan.

“My...mine...” Knox shivered, moving back and forth, trying to fuck himself on my dick and my hand. “My books.”

“That’s right.” Rewarding him, I tightened my grip on his cock and slowly jerked him off. “Why don’t you take a picture so we’ll know if anything changes?”

I’d have known right off the bat if even a single book was out of place, but Knox wouldn’t and that was what mattered. His fears were still so strong in his head that even as I kept jerking him off, he raised the camera up and managed to take a picture of the shelf.

As his shaking hands set down the developing picture on the side table, I kissed his neck. “Good boy, slut. Now, what’s next?”

A groan was what was next, but that was quickly followed by a nod toward another corner of the room where a small table held a collection of books and silly things I’d picked up on my more memorable trips. “Alright, take another then.”

Since my job was keeping him from worrying too much, I adjusted my grip and started caressing the tip of his cock with each stroke. It had his head dropping back against me and his gaze looking distracted enough that I knew I was doing my job well.

“Don’t forget what our goal is, slut.” That got a low grumble from him as he mumbled something about an orgasm, but he caught himself before he could get into any trouble.

“Yes, Sir.” His hands were slightly steadier as he lifted the camera that time, but I wasn’t sure if the frustration was helping or if I just needed to work harder.

When he took the picture entirely too easily, I decided working harder was the right option and tightened my gripagain. “I’m going to like being able to play with my slut whenever I want.”

That seemed to trip his imagination into dirty mode because he pushed his ass back against my cock and whined. “You...you saved me from the monsters.”

He could’ve been serious or just playing out a fantasy, but either way I wasn’t worried. He’d wanted to be owned and fucked before I’d saved him from the aliens that were somehow living in his house.

“I did.” And I was going to take good advantage of it too. “I found the bottom of your kitchen and made sure you had clean laundry when we escaped the monsters.”

Yep, I was as badass as he thought, so I wasn’t surprised when he melted against me. “You did.”

I was amazing.

But he was starting to forget his current task, so I pressed my thumb against his slit. “Pictures, slut. Then you can have an orgasm.”