Chapter 4 #2
His face scrunched up. “She’s very picky about bathrooms.”
I took that to mean his was clean too. “But not the kitchen?”
I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “We eat out.”
“Makes sense.” And it didn’t seem like a fight she was willing to take on. “I can help you fix that, though.”
“Really?” Knox’s wide-eyed expression said he really hadn’t expected me to be able to help with anything. “I can write fast. I’ll keep you in books.”
And blow jobs, judging by the way his expression had taken a hungry turn and he was licking his lips. “I’m very good with bribes.”
He seemed to like extending them and would probably respond well to them too, but we’d have to see how that turned out. No matter what my brain seemed to think, I didn’t really know him as well as I thought I did.
Just because everything he put online seemed to track in real life as well didn’t mean there wasn’t a lot about him to uncover.
“I’m going to let you do your best on those bribes. Don’t worry.” I didn’t bother trying to hide the heat in my expression because I loved the way it made him shiver and moan. “But let’s work on the tour first. Your bedroom and then your office.”
The two most fascinating places in his entire house and the spaces that might not be complete disasters based on my first impression of his bedroom. I could see the floor and the bed, so it was in a much better state than the kitchen.
“Yes.” Knox stopped in the doorway, glancing around like he was seeing it for the first time. “It’s not as bad as I thought. You wouldn’t even trip over anything if you were fucking me against the wall and took me over to the bed.”
Well, that was one fantasy we’d have to come back to.
“Safety is important.” I pointed toward the huge four-poster bed that was actually made and had a dozen decorative pillows on it. “So is comfort. That looks like I could fuck you into the mattress and you wouldn’t get hurt.”
He didn’t bother to hide his moan that time or the sigh that quickly followed. “Yes...it would be very comfortable. It’s got a deep memory foam topper.”
Such a cute little slut.
He was going to be adorably naughty once he stopped pretending to be careful about what he said.
“And sturdy too.” As I looked at the massive bed, I thought back to some of the scenes that showed up over and over in his books in different ways. “I bet if you were tied to it, you could tug and fight and it wouldn’t damage it at all.”
He gave a very earnest nod and didn’t seem to realize what he was doing. “Yes, even handcuffs don’t damage it, but they do leave a bruise if I’m not careful.”
It wasn’t until he looked down at his wrists that he realized what he’d said and went very still. “Research, you know.”
That was not as believable as he seemed to think it was...and it was showing that he still wasn’t confident that we were on the same page.
So it was time to make the writing much clearer.
“Oh, I hope it’s not just research.” Tugging him closer, I shifted him so he was in front of me with his back against my chest. I wanted him to feel trapped and submissive, to feel the hard-on he’d inspired. “Tell me the safeword at the top of your limits list as you look at that sexy bed.”
He had to moan first, but eventually he answered me. “Red, Sir. The safeword at the top is red.”
“Good boy.” That was one of his favorite phrases in his erotic stories, so I wasn’t surprised when it got a shiver from him. “I know research is important, but that’s a bed that deserves handcuffs and restraints, isn’t it?”
I had to wait for his moan to subside before he got actual words out, but that might’ve been because I was stroking his chest as I kept him pinned against me. “Yes...yes, it deserves handcuffs.”
Since it seemed like we were on the same page, I brought one hand up so I could tease his nipple through his shirt.
“It deserves to have ties around those bars, and I think it would love to have a needy slut at the end of the bed who’s restrained to the posts.
I think that would be something it deserves too. ”
Knox’s head bobbed up and down as his gaze stayed firmly on the bed, like he was seeing fantasies instead of reality. “Yes. It’s...it’s a very good bed. It deserves a lot.”
I was curious about how much he thought it deserved right off the bat.
“Does it deserve to hear the cries of a needy slut as he orgasms? Does it want to feel cum covering it?” All I got was another shiver as he sucked in a breath, but nothing said that was a bad thing. “Or does it just want to hear moans? Should we make it wait and build the anticipation?”
Now?
Later?
What did my naughty author want?
Well, I knew what he wanted, but it was the when that wasn’t quite as clear as he thought. Yes, we needed to get to know each other before I fucked him while he was asleep, but that didn’t mean we had to wait for everything.
I was responsible, but I wasn’t trying to be an angel.
“It...” Knox pressed back against me and took a deep breath as he rubbed his ass against my erection. “It wants to hear a slut come...and...and it wants to be decorated with cum.”
It seemed the bed had waited a long time to be properly used, so we needed to make sure it got what it wanted.
Working Knox’s nipple harder like his list said he liked, I smiled when he whimpered and rocked against me again. “Then let’s not disappoint that sexy bed.”