“That’s my job. I’m also supposed to keep you on track and make sure your house is livable. Well, this one is livable.” The other one wasn’t. Not because it was still a mess but because it had way too many stressful memories for a guy with as vivid an imagination as Knox had.
“This one has a big desk and shelves.” It was probably the most rational thing he could think of and he held onto it. “I like shelves and we...we already picked out what needed to go on them.”
“And I bought you pictures.” There was no way around it. I got to keep him. “So there’s no talking about going back.”
We just had to figure out if he was going to sell it or rent it out...and we had to figure out where all his random shit was going to go.
That would definitely be a me chore, so I didn’t even bring it up.
“I don’t have to go back?” Relief coursed through Knox so hard his knees wobbled. “I...I was very good and talked to you about my stuff...the stuff I want to keep here.”
Technically yes.
“That’s right. You were very clear about what you wanted and you didn’t argue about looking at the pictures.” He’d just shaken the whole way through it. I’d thought getting it out of the way so he couldn’t obsess over it would be a good way to handle it.
News flash.
It hadn’t been.
“That’s why you don’t have to go back.” There was no way I was letting him force himself to go back there. “You were clear about what you needed and I’m going to handle it from here.”
He stared at me for several long moments like the lights were on but no one was home. Eventually, he nodded slowly as some of his brain cells started firing. “Yes. You’re my Dom. You’rein charge of that and I’ll...I’ll write you a new scene tomorrow. You’ll like that.”
So he was okay moving in with me?
Did he think he was bribing me with a new scene or rewarding me?
Since it seemed like we’d just worked out his living situation, I nodded and ignored the details that didn’t matter. “That’s right. I’m your Dom and that’s the only thing you need to remember.”
“Yes, Master.” His grasp on the real world was starting to fade again and I could see the focus that had been in his gaze fading. “Yes, Master.”
Well, it wasn’t whispered muttering about gremlins, so I was counting it as a move in the right direction.
“Alright, you have five minutes, and when you’re done, you’re going to stand naked in the middle of our bedroom.” Giving him one more caress to his cheek, I waited for a few seconds before trying again. “How many minutes do you have?”
Having to answer a question had some of the lights brightening again.
“Oh, um, five?” Taking a deep breath, he looked steadier. “Five. Then I lose spankings and you take away something big if my extra time adds up to an extra five minutes.”
And we were finally back to a topic his brain liked.
“Correct.” Giving him one more kiss, I nodded toward the stairs again. “You don’t want me taking away anything. Now, upstairs. Your time starts now.”
And he was off.
I should’ve specified he had to be neat.
That was a strategic error on my part because clothes were scattered through the house in seconds. There was no way he was wearing anything by the time he got to the bedroom, but I could punish him for being messy later.
I had more interesting things to do at the moment, but finding a way to drive him crazy would be a fun project for another time.
“Alright, what would a slut puppy drink alcohol out of?” Heading into the kitchen, I had to laugh at the ridiculous things I ended up saying with Knox in my life. “Oh, and water. Can’t forget that either.”
Browsing through my kitchen cabinets, I finally found two weird cereal bowls that had straws attached to them. I had a vague memory of getting them as a gag gift a thousand years ago when I’d first moved into the house, but they’d be perfect for a naughty pup.
Juices and vodka went into the first one and it ended up tasting like fruit punch, so I knew Knox would love it. Ice water went into the second, but I knew he’d ignore that one until he was worn out and actually thirsty.
Getting everything ready hadn’t taken too long, but I wasn’t surprised when I found Knox racing out of the bathroom dripping wet when I finally walked into the bedroom. His eyes were as wide as the bowls I was carrying but his cock was hard, and I couldn’t see the confused fear that had been in his gaze earlier.
