His list was delightful.
“All very good things, you’re right.” Kissing his neck again as the toy reached his cock and I brought my free hand up to hold him securely across his chest, I let the toy trail over his erection while I ramped up fucking with him. “But you questioned my honesty and my ability to take good care of you, so we need to handle that first, don’t you think?”
Oh, his whine was so fucking sexy.
“So...so I can’t come yet.” He loved punishing himself more than I did.
“I think that’s what’s best. But don’t worry, if you’re a good boy for your punishment, I’ll reward you later, slut.” Pinching one nipple at the same time I gave the center of his cock a quick slap, I held him tight as he nearly flew off my lap.
His desperate sound was even better than his whimper, but it was the way his eyes nearly rolled back in his head and heslumped against me as the pain and pleasure rolled through him that was even more perfect. “I’m...I’ll be...I’ll be a good slut.”
By the time he’d managed to get the words out, I’d braced his legs with mine and gave him another swat with the makeshift toy. His reaction wasn’t quite as startled, but it was just as beautiful. He let out a cry and shook as his hands flailed around before finally moving behind him so he could hold me tight. “Master...”
He didn’t seem to know what he was begging for, so I gave him another kiss as I tapped the tip of his cock. That seemed to feel even better because his frantic whimper was needy as hell and his body writhed like he was imagining humping the bed.
But the way his erection jerked said he was closer to his orgasm than I probably realized, so I let him come down a bit, rubbing his chest and softly petting his cock with the toy. “Yes, you’re going to remember to believe your Master, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t sure he was actually hearing me. His eyes were open but slightly unfocused, and he was breathing deeply like subspace was just out of reach. “Yes...good...good slut...trust Master...yes...good care.”
Words meant we were still inside the line, so I kissed him again. “That’s right, good boy, slut.”
And my good boy deserved just a bit more fun.
“One more, slut.” Giving the underside one last firm tap before the words registered, I held him tight as he shook and his hands gripped me like he thought he’d shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful.
It took him longer to come down that time, but he had a wonderfully patient Master and I held him as he shivered and the pleasure ricocheted around in him.
When he finally went boneless again, I set the toy on the table and almost laughed as he quietly whined. It was definitely a poutbecause he wasn’t done yet, but he wouldn’t make it through many more swats without his orgasm exploding out of him.
And I wanted to be inside of my naughty slut the next time that happened.
So I ignored it and kissed his neck, petting his chest softly once I didn’t need to keep him secure. “I know. That was hard, but you were a very good boy. I’m sure that made an impact on you, so I might not ever have to do it again.”
The pout came back before he pulled it back, clearly unsure how to get his way without things getting away from him. “I...thank you, Master?”
Yes, he’d need a few more working brain cells before he figured out how to manipulate me correctly or realized that he could just ask me for another funishment scene.
I wasn’t sure if that would ever occur to him, but it’d be fun to see what his brain came up with.
“You’re welcome.” Giving him more neck kisses, I kept up the light caresses until it looked like his brain was functioning better and his cock didn’t look quite so desperate. I didn’t think it’d go down all the way anytime soon, but I loved how he looked naked, so that wasn’t a problem for me.
When he turned to nuzzle against the side of my face and gave me a kiss, I knew he’d recovered. “Alright, if you can move safely, you’re going to go upstairs and get a shower while I finish cleaning the kitchen.”
Nodding slowly, he seemed to have to fight to keep his brain focused on my words. “I...I was good for my punishment and...and I helped with the dishes. I...even rinsed the dirty plates off and I put the butter away.”
“You did.” Rewarding him, I gently trailed my fingers down his torso and barely caressed his erection, being careful not to give it too much attention. “You were a very good boy, slut, andyou were also very helpful and you got a lot of work done this morning.”
He wasn’t nearly as messy as he seemed to think he was, which only brought the chaos of his house even more into question. But that was something I’d tackle later. At the moment I had an easily distracted author to get clean since I wasn’t sure he’d think of doing that himself.
Orgasms and work were always his main focus...but luckily, he had a Master who wasn’t quite so easily distracted.
Chapter 15
Knox
“Yes.” Looking down at my feet, which were thankfully where I’d left them, I nodded. “I start at the top and work my way down to the bottom.”
I could do it.
