Oh.
Fuck.
Eyes open.
“I can behave, Master.” Yes, I could do it. “I want to be a good boy.”
And since it seemed like good boys washed their hair and then their bodies, I stepped out of the spray and did my best not to pout as I grabbed my shampoo. “It’s mine.”
When had that gotten in here?
“Good fucking grief.”
Master’s gruffly mumbled words didn’t make any sense, but that was okay because the only thing on our schedule was me getting clean and getting an orgasm. “I’m being good.”
Yes.
Sighing, he nodded. “Very good. That’s right. Alright, wash your hair. Don’t just play with the shampoo.”
It was very silky, though, and I was very hard.
“If I’m good, I get to pick out how I have an orgasm.” Did he remember that? “I think...I think I’d like to be fucked hard, please.”
It’d give me another place on my body to be wonderfully achy.
Master sighed. “Slut, e—”
“Eyes open. I’m a good boy.” I remembered the rules and focused on the bottles lined up on the shelf at the back of the shower. “Did you know my shampoo makes a wonderful lube in a pinch?”
I never remembered to put enough lotion or lube on my grocery list.
Rohan chuckled. “I’ll make sure you always have lube, slut.”
“Thank you.” He was really the best. “My grocery delivery guy keeps forgetting that and it feels kind of passive aggressive at this point.”
Scoffing, Rohan looked like he thought that was ridiculous. “I remember the tipping discussion. You pay him enough for him to deliver anything you want.”
Before I could respond, he gave me another order. “Head back. At this point, I think you’re just jerking off using your head.”
Possibly.
It felt really good.
As I obeyed, because I was still holding out to be fucked, I sighed. “I thought that was how ordering groceries to be delivered worked but evidently not. They bring what they want and then frown and punish me next time if they’re not rewarded.”
How that was a legitimate business model I hadn’t figured out.
“I’ll pick up groceries at least once a week for you. I know what you like for the most part and for the rest you can just show me the list you’ve been sending to the delivery guy.” Rohan seemed to think that was easy but I thought it was amazing.
“No more cereal?” How that stubborn fuck realized I hated it I still wasn’t sure. “And you’ll buy things that make meals? I liked real pancakes.”
He’d done a good job on those.
“Oh, and I liked the soup you made me.” He was really good at taking care of me and I was starting to think I wasn’t as difficult to deal with as people had made me out to be. “And you found clothes for me. Thank you.”
Rohan smiled but shook his head. “You’re adorably insane.”
That seemed better than telling me I was a distracted asshole, so I appreciated the compliment. “Thank you.”
