I was...Master was...
Going faster, I let the rhythmic flashes of pain fade into the background as I chased the pleasure that crested between them. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. The fog was inching back and closing in around me as everything in me felt like it would overload.
“Come.” Master’s wonderful order saved me and everything I was feeling escaped in one big rush.
I thought I heard him curse but then the world went fuzzy.
When it started to clear, I was in his lap and I felt like I’d been hit by a train, not an orgasm. It was amazing.
“I really...I...” Shoot. Words were hard.
Master stroked my back, holding me tight. “You can tell me later. You sank hard and fast. Just relax.”
No.
I had to...
There was something...
Yes. There it was.
“I really like thank yous.” Yes, he had to know in case I forgot to tell him later. Sometimes life was distracting. “And I’m hungry.”
That was important too.
Master barked out a laugh and seemed to sink back into the chair. “You’re always hungry.”
Yep.
But he was always going to feed me, so we were a good match.
Whatever we were.
Chapter 20
Rohan
“You deserve a blow job for making such a good breakfast, Master.” Knox was pulling out all the stops if he was saying muffins were worth blow jobs. “Yes, I need to show you how important your help is.”
His eyes got wider as we walked toward the front door and he finally realized he hadn’t distracted me enough yet. “I...have another chapter ready. I can write another one really fast too. How does two chapters and a blow job sound?”
Like I should’ve made him go back and see his own house sooner.
“That sounds like a great way to spend the evening.” Kissing his head, I herded him faster. “Would you like to do that before or after I give you a spanking later?”
He was going to need it to help him wind down.
“I...” He blinked at me, the question seeming too hard for his brain to answer. “I like giving you blow jobs. Spankings are good too.”
Yep, I’d broken him.
It couldn’t be helped, though.
He’d basically moved into my house and was doing his best to forget his own place existed. It was cute and I didn’t mind, honestly, but we had to figure out the gremlin situation and get him a few more of his favorite things. “You need more clothes.”
“We can go to the store. You like shopping.” Frantically looking around as I opened the door, he was obviously searching for something. “We haven’t left the house recently. That’s my fault. What day is it?”
Was that what we’d been looking for?
