Rohan laughed. “I know you’re crazy, but not about this. You’re also messy, easily distracted, and a very naughty sub.”
Okay, he wasn’t wrong about those...and it sounded kind of cute when he said it like that.
“But I write books that you like and I have a high sex drive and very little common sense.” I definitely had good aspects of my personality that he could enjoy.
More laughter coming from Rohan sent a shiver through me. “Yes, you have a lot of very interesting attributes I’m going to enjoy.”
Yes!
I hadn’t chased him off yet.
“And I’m going to reinforce the ones that I like first thing.” Something about the way his voice deepened sent another shiver through me, and I was just a bit too naked to hide my reactions. “Yes, you should worry and you should be turned on. You might be interesting, Knox, but you’re not stupid.”
Being smart had not gotten me very far in relationships, though, so I was going to wait and see how things turned out before counting that as a good thing.
“What...what did you mean?” It sounded like a fun threat—and I was intrigued—but Rohan was devious and seemed smarter than I was, so I wasn’t going to assume anything.
“I’m going to reinforce your kinky desires, push your sex drive higher, and encourage you to get more written while I get breakfast started.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I relaxed too much and squeaked as he rolled me over so my ass was offered up.
He was so fucking strong.
I was going to make him a big-ass bouncer in my book.
“And we’re going to start with a spanking for my naughty slut.” One firm hand stroked over my ass as I buried my face in the bedding. “Then when you’re hard and aching and promisingme anything I want to hear as long as you get to come, I’m going to send you down to your office. Still naked.”
Oh.
He was so devious.
“But I...I should...” Ugh. Every time I almost found a reasonable response to the ridiculous plan, he’d squeeze my ass. “I should...”
He spanked me.
My brains lost whatever I’d been going to say, because I still wasn’t sure what that would’ve been, and I moaned, rocking against his lap. “Master...”
Spanking my other cheek, he hummed like I’d said something curious. “What were you going to say, slut?”
He said that like it was a perfectly reasonable question.
“Master...” Shoot. “I was...”
I was going to find the words once my brain started working again.
Yes, that was what I’d been going to say.
Giving up on words and logic, I went back to hiding my face and just concentrated on how hot and perfect my ass felt as his hand came down just hard enough to send tingly pleasure rushing through me. All I could do was moan and fuck my dick against his thighs, finally realizing I was naked and he was wearing pajamas.
Fucking hot.
That was definitely going in the book too.
And so was the way just one thumb was rubbing over my hole.
Fucking perfect.
As I started to shake and could feel the first spark of my orgasm building, he stopped. He just fucking stopped and patted my ass. “You get an orgasm when I see more words.”
How had I found a sadist housekeeper?
