That was all he got out until he handed the suddenly erotic kitchen utensil over to me. Something about not having it in his hand or just not being responsible for it anymore had some of the naughty fog clearing from his eyes. “I’m green, Master.”
So he knew he looked slightly fucked up?
Good.
“Thank you, slut.” Petting the spatula like it was a cock or sex toy, I nodded slowly and kept my gaze on his. “I always want to know where you’re at and what you’re thinking.”
He mirrored me and nodded, but his gaze quickly went back to the new toy he’d picked out. “Not much, really.”
God.
He was adorably insane and delightfully honest in the best ways possible.
“I’m glad.” It wouldn’t be as much fun if he was being utterly reasonable about all of it. I loved his fascinating logic and couldn’t wait to hear him talk out how he’d picked his punishment device. “But I know either way you’re going to be a good slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” His head jerked but he was too distracted by his fantasies and how hard he was to respond much. “I’m your good slut.”
And a needy one too.
Every time it heard the word slut, his cock would jump.
“Sit down on my lap, slut.” Letting him obsess wouldn’t make him any hornier than he already was, so I didn’t see the point in having him just stand there.
Knox let out a low whine, but after a moment he took in a shaky breath and stepped closer. “I’m going to be your good slut, Master, but...but what if...what if part of me is naughty?”
All of him was naughty, but I had a feeling I knew what he was talking about.
That didn’t mean I was going to rush to answer him, though. I let the question hang between us while I steered him until he was sitting on my lap with his back against my chest. He’d automatically straddled my legs to keep his wide open, but I shifted my stance to make him feel even more exposed.
When that got me another whimper, I kissed his neck. “Are you asking your Master what will happen if you come while I’m punishing you? Do you think you’re going to orgasm while I punish you?”
Oh, the sounds he made.
He finally stopped his cute whines and swallowed, doing his best to use words as I ran my fingers high along the inside of his thigh. “Yes, Master.”
Instead of answering, I asked another question. “Where am I going to punish you, slut?”
He was so responsive.
His entire body jerked and his cock bobbed up and down like it was an eager student begging to answer. At the very least, his sexy dick wanted to be a good slut for me. “I...my...”
Knox closed his eyes, taking in another shaky breath and letting it out slowly. “My penis, Master.”
Oh, he wanted that badly.
Precum was beading at the tip of his cock and I could see his orgasm barely being held back. I was mentally bouncing back and forth between being easy on him and fucking with him, and I couldn’t decide what he’d love more or what would just be too frustrating.
Or what would simply make him orgasm right there on the spot.
So to give myself time to think, I trailed the tip of the spatula down his chest. “You’d be a naughty slut if you came before you had permission.”
Whimpering, Knox barely held back a pout and took another deep breath to help him be a good boy. “Because my orgasms belong to you.”
“That’s right.” And the fact that he’d said it unprompted told me it was what he really wanted. I just needed to figure out how to give it to him in the best possible way.
“But I told you that you’d get to come later if you were a good boy.” Or at least it’d been something like that.
His nearly frantic nod said he wasn’t going to forget it either. “I...I helped in the kitchen and I wrote and I made notes about what else I had to do today and I didn’t play with myself.”
