Doling them out like rewards when he’d behaved seemed to make me the most incredible Dom ever based on the almost romantic sigh that escaped before he could catch it. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Good slut.” Kissing his neck, I rubbed just under the head of his dick long enough to get another whimper from him. “I can’t wait to make my slut all dirty again. But don’t worry, if I don’t get enough mess from you, I still remember our conversation on milking you.”
Knox couldn’t seem to decide if that was erotic, scary, or a fun mix of both and ended up nibbling on his lower lip as he fought to keep breathing. “I haven’t forgotten either, Master.”
Adorable.
So I gave his dick another firm grasp and chuckled. “I didn’t think you had.”
I was betting he’d thought a lot about that scene and the threat.
The promise?
“But I don’t think we’ll need to worry about it just yet.” Releasing his cock for a second, I jostled his balls around and gave them a squeeze that had him rising up on his toes and making the neediest sound. "We can’t forget our plan first, though. What do we need a picture of next?”
Knox seemed to want security from his gremlins just as much as he wanted an orgasm—which showed just how worried he’d actually been—because he pointed to the next area where objects could magically appear. “There, Sir.”
“Perfect.” Giving his head a kiss, I went back to my rough fun with his cock. “You’re doing a very good job.”
His frown and the way his head cocked said he wasn’t sure what he was getting praised for, but in the end, he looked like he decided it didn’t matter and just leaned into me again. “Thank you, Master.”
I managed not to laugh, but it was almost painful to hold back.
Every time I turned around, he was more fun to fuck with, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next. “You’re welcome, slut.”
His reward for being so polite was a few quick strokes that had him making another whimpering sound that had precum dripping from his cock. “I...that’s...”
Whatever he’d been going to say wasn’t as important as pictures or orgasms because he sighed and shook his head as he lifted the camera up again. “I can do it. Yes. I can do it.”
I was pretty sure he could do anything he set his mind to, but I was more than happy to help him reach his current goals. “That’s right. We’re going to get lots of good pictures and then you’re going to get to make a mess for me, aren’t you?”
That got another shiver from him and his dick throbbed in my hand, but it took his brain a few seconds longer to respond. “Yes, Master.”
It wasn’t much but he was able to take another photograph, so I thought our game was going fairly well. “I’m so proud of you, slut.”
He couldn’t figure that one out either, but it didn’t matter because he was soon distracted by having to walk. “I...I need to...I mean...”
Knox finally settled on pointing toward the kitchen as he frowned, either frustrated by having to talk or not being able to talk. It was hard to tell which. “There.”
I managed not to laugh, but he’d done a good job, so I went back to teasing his slit as I walked us toward the kitchen. “This is a much better place to make a mess, slut. You won’t even nut on carpet here since it’s tiled.”
For some reason I knew I’d never understand, that pushed him closer to the edge than I’d expected and he went back to humping himself between my ass and my hand before we’d even stopped walking.
How he didn’t fall I’d never understand, but I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Oh, I forgot how much you like making a mess.” Nudging his hands, I nodded as he lifted the camera and focused on my counters, probably worried dishes would start magically appearing. “But don’t worry, I’m going to give you all kinds of chances to be a dirty slut.”
His legs quivered like he was barely standing upright and I took the chance to move my hand higher up his chest and hold him tighter. If it put my fingers in nipple range, well, that was just the best way to keep him safe.
And pinching them would make sure all the blood kept flowing.
As he gasped, rocking and making low begging sounds, I jerked him off faster. “And if you’re too naughty, well, there’s always a spanking.”
That pushed my needy slut right over the edge.
Knox gasped and his body went stiff as his dick throbbed before cum flooded my hand. He seemed to lock his legs as he rocketed back and forth, rubbing his ass against me before thrusting forward again.
His not-so-subtle signs that he wanted to be fucked hard weren’t lost on me, but the kitchen wasn’t the place to do it, so I focused on wearing out his cock with my hand. And I decided I’d done a pretty good job of it when he sagged back against me, sighing. “I didn’t drop the camera, Master.”
