Chapter 5
Knox
I must’ve started hallucinating that I’d ended up in one of my own books, but if that was true, I never wanted to wake up.
I made the best characters.
“We’re going to make it so pretty.” Rohan’s voice seemed to get even deeper as I rocked against him. Had he gotten harder? “And don’t worry. If one orgasm isn’t enough cum, I’ve read some very interesting material on milking, so I’ll be able to help you make more.”
Oh, he’d read that one too.
I couldn’t decide if reenacting those scenes sounded like a good idea or not, but I knew they’d be hot as hell.
Rohan’s chuckle said I might not have been as subtle about that thought as I’d hoped. “Naughty boy.”
Yes.
Yes, I was.
And somehow, he didn’t seem to mind that.
It felt like something I should praise him for just so he’d remember to keep liking it, but I lost those thoughts before they could fully form when he pinched me again. “Such pretty moans.”
Moans?
Oh, me.
“That...that feels so...” Good. Painful. “Yes...it’s very...”
Something.
It was very something.
“I’m glad.” Rohan was so glad, he leaned down and kissed my neck. “I’m enjoying it too. I like hearing you moan and whimper.”
Best character ever...even if he was real.
“I’m so glad.” That meant he’d keep doing it. “You can do it whenever you want.”
His low chuckle sent a shiver through me and had my dick at the angry hard level. “Is that one of my bribes or is that a reward for you?”
“Both? I think...I think that’s fair.” There was more I should’ve said—I had the words somewhere—but Rohan’s strong fingers moved over to my other nipple and all I could do was whine.
“Yes, pretty sounds.” Giving the newly touched nipple a tug, he laughed as I sucked in a breath and my legs went wobbly. “Needy boy.”
He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t sure agreeing would be the right move. For some reason, men got huffy when they heard that a bottom had been horny before they’d met. It seemed like even for a hump-and-dump kind of date, they needed to be the reason a slutty bottom was slutty.
It was ridiculous.
But I’d learned not to say anything that might provoke that response, even if I didn’t understand it.
“I could see how needy you were when we first met.” His wonderful fingers kept tugging on me, twisting and pinching until I was whining again. “I bet you were imagining being bent over that table and fucked before you’d even said hello.”
It would be rude to lie, right?
“You...you were very sexy.” That couldn’t offend him.
Hopefully, it couldn’t offend him.
I really didn’t want to offend him.
He laughed.
Was that good?
It was sexy as hell...but was it bad?
“No, we’re not going to play that game.” Rohan shifted his hands so that both of them could torment my nipples. “I want to hear you say it. You went into that coffee shop wanting naughty things and imagining being used, didn’t you?”
Ugh. My answer was either going to have him walking out in a huff or giving me the best orgasm ever.
I just wished I knew which one it would be.
“I’d...I’d been working on sex scenes all morning. For hours, it was just spanking and fucking and even...even that bonus scene with the sounds I keep promising. Hours, Sir. Hours.” I’d edged myself without even realizing it.
“Oh, poor baby.” His words said he knew how terrible it’d been but his fingers were still tormenting me. “You were a horny mess when you left the house. I bet you didn’t even have time to jerk off or hump the bed.”
Pushing the images of that out of my head, I pouted. “I was running late. I edged myself without even thinking about it. That’s just terrible.”
I’d been planning on getting a shower but that hadn’t worked out as anticipated.
Time management was difficult.
“No, it’s so sexy.” Releasing one aching nipple, Rohan’s free hand moved lower and with purpose until he grabbed my dick through my pants. “If I’d been here, you could’ve just bent over your desk when you’d finished and begged for my cock. Wouldn’t that have been a good reward?”
Yes.
No.
Wait.
“I...I beg and then I get your cock, right?” That’d been what he’d said? Maybe? “You...that’s what you meant?”
His wicked chuckle had me pouting before he’d even started to answer. “Did I promise a fuck immediately following a beg? No. I don’t think I did.”
That really shouldn’t be as erotic as it sounded.
“Yes, I knew you’d like that idea.” Rohan’s rough squeeze had me gasping as hot pleasure fired through me, but he eased off just as I was about to explode. “You’d bend over anyway, though. You’d be so relieved to be done and so worked up, you’d shove your pants down and beg to be fucked.”
No.
No. That wouldn’t...
I wouldn’t...
“I shouldn’t do that. It’s...I’m not...” Shoot. I probably was. “You’d...what would you have thought?”
As I reminded myself that Rohan didn’t seem to be like other guys, he kissed my neck again and squeezed my dick. “I’d have thought that I was very lucky, and I’d have fucked the needy slut who offered himself up so sweetly.”
Oh.
That had logic and functional words scattering to every corner of the universe, but Rohan didn’t seem to need me to talk at the moment. “I bet you’d have thanked me so nicely for fucking you and then I’d have spanked you for being a demanding slut.”
His hand squeezed my cock again before he started a slow massage that had me shaking and pressing my ass back against him. “I wouldn’t have been surprised, though.”
Usually, everything I did shocked people at the very least, so that was nice to hear.
“But I’d get fucked, right?” Had we established that? “That’s the deal. Bend, beg, and fuck.”
There’d been more fine print, but I couldn’t remember it.
Rohan laughed again and made me wait for a real answer as he did an even better job of edging me than I’d done to myself. “You’re very good with words, but no, that’s not the deal. You bend over. You beg. And if it’s sweet enough and slutty enough, I’ll fuck you hard and fast.”
He made me think too much.
It was mean.
“If...if it’s not good enough?” What made begging good enough? There wasn’t enough blood in my brain for the answer to be obvious. “Then what?”
He shrugged like the answer really didn’t matter to him. “I might let you ride my fingers to an orgasm if I’m feeling generous. Or I might fuck you with a toy. Hmm, I might let you bounce on my dick. You’ve written a few scenes with that in it, haven’t you?”
He knew I had.
“I don’t—” Before I could begin to plan out the lie, Rohan tapped my bulge and cleared his throat. The threat was sexy as fuck and very clear.
Give him the truth or I’d be punished.
It wasn’t fair that he was using my own fantasies and kinks against me.
“I have.” Once the dam was broken, the words tumbled out. “I wrote a lot of them because it’s hot. Making the sub or the slave do all the work is an evil punishment because the orgasm won’t be as good and the Dom just gets to watch.”
“You like writing asshole Doms.” Going back to massaging me through my clothes, Rohan gave my nipple a wonderful tug. “Well, part of you does. I love the books you have under that pen name. They’re erotic and naughty, and Teddy’s book is going to fit right in.”
It really was.
“One of my favorite scenes was the one where they’re in the backyard and the sub is bouncing up and down on his Master’s cock while the asshole is pinching him and tugging at his poor little dick.
” Rohan’s words said he felt sorry for the sub in that scene, but his rough tone and the erection poking at my ass made that questionable.
“But he eventually got to come and he was very grateful, wasn’t he?” We both knew the answer to Rohan’s question but he waited for me to answer anyway.
“Yes...he...” Taking a breath didn’t help much, but it gave me another second to find a few words. “He was very grateful.”
Rohan’s wicked chuckle did wonderful things to every part of me, but it was the way one hand slid between my legs and the other wrapped around my chest as he lifted me up that did amazing things to me.
I was still marveling with my head whirling as he sat me down on the bed. Somehow, I ended up on my knees with my back still pressed against Rohan’s body and he simply went back to playing with me like he hadn’t turned the world upside down for a moment.
“Let’s play pretend, naughty boy.” The wicked excitement in his voice made me moan and that just got another chuckle out of him. “You want everyone to see just the sweet, distractible author, but there’s so much more to you than that.”
Answering or even blushing was too hard and it only got worse as his hands moved to my waist and he released the button on my pants. “You’ve been showing off your bulge and thinking naughty thoughts since I walked into the coffee shop.”
I wasn’t sure I’d have agreed with the showing-off point, but he wasn’t wrong about how long I’d been hard. “But...I...”
Oops, lost the words again.
God, his grip was even harder on my skin than it had been through my clothes...I really should’ve worn underwear.
“Sir...” Whining, I tried to rock into the fist he had wrapped around my cock, but he kept me pinned against him.
“No, it’s my game.” The low, gruff words had my dick making a valiant effort to orgasm right then, but his cock ring fingers made that impossible. “Close your eyes.”
Obeying was the only option, so I slammed them shut.
“Good boy.” My reward was for him to slowly jerk me off but that felt more like a punishment. “I want you to pretend to be that naughty slut in the scene. You’re bouncing up and down on your Master’s cock. But what did he call it?”
My own imagination was coming back to haunt me.
“A pole. The Master called it a pole.” It’d been thick and long and so big even the sub had to agree with the description.
Dirty books were so much fun...until someone else realized how much I’d liked that scene.
“Bounce on your Master’s pole.” Rohan rocked me forward and tilted my dick upright. “Show me and I’ll let you come.”
He was evil.
But he was going to find the bottom of my kitchen...so I probably needed to be polite at the very least...and he was using my own characters to tease me. That showed what a good reader he was...and it made him very polite too.
Yep, there was no way around it—I had to bounce on the pole.
Oh well.
“Yes, Sir.” With the logic firmly in place, I rocked into his fist, thrusting up and coming back down like I was impaling myself on the invisible cock we were both imagining. “It’s...you’re...”
God, his hands were so big.
And tight.
And rough.
I heard myself whimpering as I thrust into his fist, but I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d wanted to.
“It’s so thick it burns, doesn’t it?” Rohan’s voice purred the words out like he knew how good it felt. “And knowing how he’ll punish you if you stop makes it even better. You’re trying to look like a sweet, innocent sub but he knows you better than that.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
I’d come if he did it.
I’d shatter.
There’d be nothing left.
Oh wow.
One pinch to the head of my shaft was all it took to send white heat through me and everything in me did a hard reset as my orgasm fired off like a rocket. I couldn’t tell where the pain stopped and the pleasure began, but it didn’t matter because my ability to think was gone.
When the rush of sensations had faded and reality was slowly tuning back in, Rohan had me leaning back in his arms and my legs were tangled up in my jeans as they sprawled out down the bed.
He was rocking me side to side and making a low hum that made me think of writing about loving Daddies who were wonderfully naughty.
“I’m a badass writer. I knew that scene was awesome.”
That probably shouldn’t have been the first thing out of my mouth, but Rohan had broken my filter and it’d take me a while to find where it’d wandered off to. “Sorry?”
Was that the right response?
His chuckle made me question that, but it sounded so happy and silly I knew I didn’t need to worry about pissing him off. “Yes, you are a badass writer with a wonderfully dirty imagination.”
Yes, that too.
“If you’re as good at organizing and cleaning as you are at orgasms, my house is going to look awesome.”
Oh, was that rude?
Nope.
He laughed.
Maybe I’d finally found someone who thought I was funny and not nuts? I hadn’t thought they actually existed, but it seemed I was wrong about that. It made me wonder if I was wrong about aliens and bundt cakes too.
“Now I just have to decide if the wonderfully naughty author has decorated the bed enough or if we’re going to need to milk you.”
Oh dear.