“Yes.” Grabbing him as he wandered close, I frowned and pulled him down onto my lap. “And I think a punishment is in order since you keep doubting my skills.”
That got a shiver from the naughty, still-naked author. “I...I think they were wonderful, but if...but if you need to help me remember how skilled you are, I understand.”
Doing my best not to laugh, I raised one eyebrow. “Help you remember, huh?”
I had a feeling he was looking to be spanked again or something equally as fun, but that wasn’t quite what I had planned.
He must’ve seen that on my face because he quickly looked a lot less confident and his eyes went wide as he frantically searched for a way to get what he wanted. He finally settled on giving me a quick kiss and doing his best to look innocent. “I’ve just never had anyone make them from scratch for me before.Even when Lori was being nice, she just bought the expensive mix and put chocolate chips in them.”
Hmm.
“I still think we need to work on helping you remember that I’m not like anyone you’ve ever met.” Even I realized that was a bit of an understatement, so I didn’t mind when he snickered. “I think I need to make a stronger impression on you.”
He let out a soft, needy sound as his dick started to harden again. “But...but that doesn’t sound like I’m going to get to come. I got words in this morning and I really liked my coffee and my breakfast. You even remembered how I like my coffee.”
So he shouldn’t be punished since I remembered how to take care of him?
There was Knox logic in there somewhere, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find it, so I didn’t bother looking.
“I’m going to let you come.” Sliding my hand up his thigh, I absentmindedly rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock. “Eventually.”
I wasn’t in any rush, though.
“Before we get to your reward, however, we need to clear up this punishment.” He tried to dispute the idea but I pressed on his slit and cut him off before words could form. “When I say I made you something from scratch, you’re not going to question it because I’m competent in the kitchen and not going to lie to you.”
I was still having fun with his cock, but that wasn’t the reason his mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide.
Yep, now he got it.
“So, you’re going to go over to the utensil drawer I showed you earlier and pick out something you should be punished with.” I’d figure out later if we could disinfect whatever we played with or if I just needed to buy another, but that wasn’t my biggest concern at the moment.
I needed an implement to punish him with and we weren’t going to stop playing long enough to go find a real sex toy.
“Then I’ll decide how firm I need to be with you.” Because depending on what he picked, I’d have to find a fun way to fuck with him.
He wasn’t going anywhere, though, so to get his brain firing, I flicked the head of his cock and that got a jolt. “I...Yes, Master.”
Adorable.
It took a few more seconds for Knox to blink as his brain came back online, but after a moment he took a deep breath and looked down at his lap as he rose. He seemed surprised that his legs worked, but I managed not to laugh as he took careful steps across my kitchen.
“Pick out something. I have to be punished.” Mumbling to himself, possibly so he didn’t get distracted, he kept repeating the words over and over under his breath. “Pick out something. I have to be punished.”
His cock was at full mast and jerked every time he saidpunish, so I wasn’t worried even though it looked a bit like he was some kind of erotic zombie.
Hmm, had he written that yet?
Trying to remember and watching his sexy body kept me entertained as he slowly sorted through the drawer. His mind was a fascinating place because on the counter he laid out a wooden spoon, tongs, and a couple of different spatulas.
He had the most wonderful brain ever.
But tongs?
Nope. Whatever he was imagining would have to be something that we talked through first because nothing on his limits list made sense for those.
Hell, nothing in his dirty books rang any bells for it either.
But thankfully, he eventually made up his mind and picked out a small spatula that was long, thin, and wonderfully flexible.His hand was shaking as he turned and brought it over to me, but that seemed more about excitement than fear because his dick was so hard it looked angry and he was halfway to subspace already. “I...it’s...”
