Chuckling, I kissed his head. “You did very well and I’ll give you a nice reward for that later, but first, we need to finish your pictures.”
And to give him a push, I rolled the head of his softening cock between two fingers.
It was just enough stimulation to get him up on his toes again and releasing a desperate whine. “Master...”
“Don’t worry. I’m here to help and I won’t let you stop until we’ve finished taking all the pictures we can.” After all, what else was a Master for than making sure their sub felt well taken care of?
Chapter 9
Knox
“Honest, I just want to get a few ideas down.” It’d only take a couple of minutes tops. “Should I use the kitchen table?”
It was amazing what a glass of wine and no gremlins could do for creativity.
The people in my head were bouncing around like rabbits, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to help them murder someone or have mind-blowing sex.
Ugh, and I didn’t even want to think about what the aliens were getting up to.
It was getting harder and harder to ignore them.
Rohan seemed to find me funny for some reason because he was pinching his lips together as his eyes sparkled, but he quickly shook his head as he rose from the couch. “No, I’ve got an office you can use. It’s just empty space right now, so that’ll be more convenient than the table.”
Would it be my office or was I borrowing his?
Wait.
It wasemptyat the moment?
“How do you get an empty office?” Didn’t they collect stuff like magic? At the very least, shouldn’t bills and mail be piling up? Had he just moved in? “Does it at least have boxes? Even just empty ones?”
Rohan sighed and raised one eyebrow as he held his hand out for me. “I’m not even going to ask.”
Well, that was one of us.
I was definitely confused enough to ask even though he didn’t seem to have any idea why the whole thing sounded so bizarre.
“You really don’t even have boxes in it?” How was that even possible? Maybe that was where he kept his suitcases? “I can work around boxes or suitcases.”
It wasn’t hard. I could work around a lot, but Rohan laughed again as he pulled me up from the couch and started leading me through the house. “You are adorable.”
Technically that sounded like a good thing, but I found myself frowning. “No, I’m not.”
His chuckle didn’t sound like he agreed. “Okay, you’re not adorable.”
That didn’t feel any better.
“I’m not.” I was a serious author with a gremlin problem who was finally getting enough orgasms.
I was not adorable.
Rohan shrugged. “I agreed with you.”
I was trying to figure out how to explain that agreeing with me was just rude without making him not want to fuck me later, but he distracted me again as he led me down a small hallway behind his stairs toward a room that I thought was his guest bathroom.
It was not.
It was the strangest office I’d ever seen in a house.
