The pink in his cheeks didn’t look like it was because of the heat of the shower, and it only got worse as he turned around and bent over, aiming his ass at the hard spray. His moan and the hard-on that was waving around said he was still enjoying the scene, though.
His sounds were pure erotic need and absolutely magical, but my favorite part was the way his hips started to twitch like he was working on finding the right position to get an orgasm that way.
He was such a sexy little slut.
“If you come like that, you’ll go right in the cage.” For a split second, I could tell he was wondering if it’d be worth it but then logic caught up with him and at least some part of his brain remembered being fucked would be a much better orgasm.
I could see it in the way he widened his eyes and pouted, aiming for an innocent expression he could never pull off whenhe was humping my shower. “I wouldn’t do that, Master. I...I want your dick too much to be naughty.”
Laughing would not have been the right reaction for the scene but he was fucking adorable. “Well, I believe you want my dick.”
And to prove it, I grabbed it through my clothes and gave it a squeeze, getting a needy moan from my naughty author.
“But I think you’d misbehave in a heartbeat if you thought you’d get away with it.” If any man could have multiple orgasms, Knox was it. “I’m not going to let you, though.”
He couldn’t decide what to say to that and went back to his default response. “Yes, Master.”
Rolling my eyes, I flicked my finger up. “Stand. You’re still trying to orgasm.”
He’d say it was an accident and would still want to be fucked, and I’d eventually win the argument, but he’d pout about being punished with the cage. Yep, not worth all the drama when I could just make sure he was a good boy.
Knox knew I was right, that flashed over his face and he couldn’t hide it, but that didn’t mean he’d obey quickly. “Yes...Yes, Master.”
I’d never seen a human move more slowly, but I helped him along and walked over to turn the water off. Yep, there was no point in being dramatic once the nice pounding had stopped. Letting out a deep breath as he finished straightening, he hunched his shoulders. “Thank you, Master.”
Adorable.
“You’re welcome.” He was right on the edge of getting another question about if he wanted to be punished, but he pulled his drama back just in time. “Thank you for being a good boy, slut. I’m looking forward to using your ass.”
He loved the total dick type of comments, shivering as his cock jumped again, but it was the romantic expression thatflashed over his face for a moment that really gave it away. “I’m glad, Master. Thank you.”
Every time I thought he couldn’t get cuter, he did.
He also got more insane...but that was fun too.
“We just need to get you ready first.” Scanning my gaze down his body like I was studying a new car, I nodded slowly. “Yes, we need to make sure I can thoroughly enjoy you.”
And his scrambled brains were back.
I wasn’t sure if he was imagining all the different ways that could go or if his brain had stopped altogether, but he was just blinking at me with a dazed expression. But, broken or not, he was dripping wet and still very hard, so it felt like we could still move in our planned direction.
Picking up a clean towel off the rack, I waited a second before I started drying him. I wasn’t expecting pushback or a safeword, but I was doing my best to watch his reactions closely...well, reactions and nonreactions.
Hmm, was dumbfounded a reaction?
Nope, I was going to end up as distracted as Knox if I wasn’t careful.
Pushing back my wandering thoughts, I ran the towel over his head and chest before working on the rest of him. By the time I’d done his legs and worked my way back up to his still hard cock, he was blinking and staring down at me...or maybe his erection, it was kind of hard to tell.
“You’re being very still. You’re such a good boy, slut.” The praise went right to both heads, so I was careful not to tease him too much.
I wanted him to come when I was buried deep inside him and I didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. We hadn’t actually planned out the scene, so I wasn’t sure if he realized how long he’d been edged.
That, along with the exhaustion, went a long way in explaining how hard it was for him to think.
“Thank you, Master.” When that was all I got, I knew that at the very least he was tracking some of what I’d said.
“You’re welcome.” Rising, I hung up the towel and took his hand, wanting to make sure he knew what he should be doing...following me. “Let’s get you ready.”
