Yes.
I could get clean.
My confidence lasted a few seconds until I realized Rohan was very quiet and I looked up to see him staring at me. “Should I start at my feet?”
Hadn’t he asked something about how I’d get clean?
Blinking, I shook my head to clear out the fuzzies but that just made me remember how he’d made me so distracted to begin with and that made my dick and my ass ache again.
What had we been talking about?
“No, slut. You can start at your head.” Rohan was bouncing between smiling and frowning, and that just made me remember our pancakes problem and then my punishment and— “Slut.”
What?
That was me.
My dick even bobbed to make sure I’d heard him.
“Yes, Sir?” Had I missed a question? “I’m green. I helped clean the kitchen and I got words in.”
Yes, I’d done very well this morning.
I hadn’t even come during my punishment.
Rohan’s smirk said he wasn’t pissed, but when he started to shake his head and roll his eyes, I questioned my original assumption. “I’m glad you’re green.”
That was good.
“You have no idea what I asked you, do you?” Rohan didn’t get angry when I shook my head, but he did come closer and lean around me to turn on the shower. “That’s what I thought.”
He also thought he’d fuck with me because he stayed pressed against me until I found myself rubbing against him like I was a cat. “Slut.”
“Thank you, Master.” He was so sweet sometimes.
“Eyes open.” His barked-out order and the way he roughly grabbed my ass made my dick start begging again and forced my eyes to obey.
When had I closed them?
“Good boy.” Rewarding me with a single spank to send tingly pleasure through me, he kissed my forehead. “Do you remember that if you were good, I was going to let you pick how you got your orgasm?”
“Yes.” Maybe. He didn’t need to know how foggy the morning was. “Yes, Sir.”
One eyebrow went up, but he didn’t question me. “Good boy, slut.”
As relief ran through me, he stepped back and reached up to grab my arms and turn me toward the shower. “Step in.”
Simple orders were the best kind of orders.
“That’s right. Under the spray.” Rohan left the shower door open, but it was far enough from the showerhead that the water didn’t go everywhere. “When your hair is wet, turn around and grab the shampoo.”
The pounding spray against my neck and head made me moan, but Rohan didn’t laugh. He just made a pleased sound and smiled. “I’m glad you like my shower, slut.”
It was amazing.
“You have a sadist shower. It’s beating me up.” His water pressure was so good I might never leave. “I...I like showers.”
“Eyes open.” He growled out the order again, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me as I obeyed. “Lean your head back one more time and then step over to get the shampoo. If you close your eyes again, you won’t be considered a good boy.”
