For my dick.
Nodding, Knox walked carefully with me but he spent most of his working brains studying his dick and looking at my groin. Sex was still the main thing on his mind, but at some point I was going to have to figure out what was so fascinating.
He was so distracted by his own thoughts, he didn’t notice my grabbing the hand lotion on the bathroom counter as we walked back into the bedroom until I set it on the nightstand. “Up on the bed. Head down, ass up. I want you in a good pounding position.”
Knox sighed and looked at me like it was the nicest thing I’d ever said to him.
But since most of our conversations ended up being about sex or gremlins, it might’ve been...no, I’d cleaned his kitchen. That was definitely nicer and probably more romantic to the adorable nut.
“Yes, Master.” That was all I got but he smiled and seemed to process the conversation because he climbed on the bed, positioning himself perfectly. “Yes, a good pounding position.”
Was he talking to himself or me?
Deciding it didn’t matter, I quickly stripped off my clothes and put the lube and a condom in reach. Once his head was cleared of exhaustion and gremlins, we’d have a talk about a few things, condoms being one of them.
My naughty author would love being dirty, but he wasn’t thinking clearly, so that would wait. At the moment we had otherfantasies to play with and he’d nap better without cum dripping out of his ass, so it was still a practical decision.
He was either lost in his own thoughts or just assumed he knew what was going to happen, but when I climbed up behind him and my lotion-slicked hands caressed over his ass, he nearly came off the bed.
“Fuck.”
And that got a spank.
“Is that how you ask for something?” I knew that wasn’t what he’d meant, but playing dumb was fun.
“I...no...it’s...” Knox stopped rambling long enough to moan and pleasure seemed to roll through him like a wave. “I...that wasn’t...”
“I deserve the best and that’s a slut with a soft ass.” It was the stupidest thing I’d ever said, but my ridiculous slut moaned and pushed his ass up higher for me. “See, it’s not that hard.”
And I hadn’t gotten to put any lotion on his skin earlier, so this accomplished several important things. Not that I’d spanked him hard. But the way he’d spent his writing time and his breakfast wiggling on his seat to keep the sensations going, I knew it would be a good idea.
Knox was rough on his ass and I’d have to remember that going forward.
For the time being, though, I used it as a wonderful opportunity to make him feel objectified again and it let me check on his hole to see how stretched it was.
Generously.
He’d been going to town in the shower.
But he hadn’t come, so I was going to be grateful instead of finding a reason to punish him. That’d be fun too, but at the moment, he needed a nap and this was going to be the fastest way to make him happy and get him what he needed.
Another time, the lotion massage would put him to sleep but he was too wound up at the moment for it to do more than push him toward subspace and get the cutest impatient whimpers from him. I had to ignore them, of course, but they were delightful.
Knox was so caught up in being dramatic, he didn’t even notice when I reached for the lube and condom instead of more lotion. He finally caught on mid-whine and went completely silent after sucking in a breath. He was so ridiculous I almost laughed, but slicking up my dick was slightly distracting.
“Oh, Master.” Sighing as I slid two lubed fingers right into his ass to make sure he got the burn I knew he was craving, I was fighting back snickers again as he worked my fingers with his ass and wiggled to get them deeper. “Thank you.”
He was the cutest nut and the politest little slut, so a reward was definitely in order.
Barely giving him time to register that I’d pulled my fingers out, I gave his ass one hard spank and sank my dick a couple of inches into him. He clenched around me and it was like his entire body had forgotten what it was supposed to be doing as the pain and pleasure registered.
Once it hit his brain that he was getting fucked, he nearly melted into the bed. “Oh, thank you.”
Finally giving in, I chuckled and finished filling his ass. “You’re welcome, slut.”
Somehow he managed to keep his ass upright, but it was sub magic and nothing reasonable because the rest of him was like overcooked spaghetti. Well, almost everything. A quick check as I started fucking him in long, rough thrusts said one part of him was incredibly hard and desperate to go soft as fast as I could get him there.
I was a good Dom, though, and wasn’t planning on dragging my feet even if Knox could’ve held back. He was desperateenough to be a good boy and earn his orgasm that he’d have tried, but it wasn’t my plan. Rewarding him and wearing him out was the goal, so I worked hard to reach it.
