Chapter 6 #2
“I have very good ways of slowing it down then.” When my cock was free and arching up toward his mouth, I reached for his head again and slowly eased him closer. “Kiss and thank me first. Then you get to suck on my cock.”
If I was helping him out and not the other way around, he needed to be polite about it.
It seemed logical and I was pretty sure he couldn’t argue about it because he’d written that into several different scenes in new books over the past year.
Yep, he moaned. “You’re just...”
“The best reader ever.” Pushing his face against my dick, I chuckled as he rubbed me and took a deep breath of my scent. “That’s why you’re going to be polite.”
Yep, a bit of asshole domination chased all the random thoughts away for my favorite frustrated author.
Knox nodded against me, taking another deep breath and pressing closer to me. “The best reader. Yes.”
His mouth opened, but I caught him before he could break the rules. “Naughty slut. You’re already being a bad boy.”
Knox couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to misbehave or not, judging by the thoughtful look on his face, but the risk of losing my dick seemed to be bigger than the draw of whatever wicked punishment he was imagining in his head. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be good.”
I wasn’t sure I should believe that, but I was a generous Master and nodded graciously. “Let’s try again then.”
Releasing his head, I nodded and kept a stern look on my face that just seemed to fry every brain cell in my dirty author's wicked brain. “I’m waiting.”
“Yes.” Nodding, Knox blinked a few times and swallowed. “Yes, I know...thanking you. Yes.”
I was barely managing not to laugh as his head bobbed again and his gaze dropped to my erection. “Yes, thank you for letting me suck your dick, Master.”
“Good boy.” Running my hand down his cheek, I sat back and rested my hands on my thighs. “And?”
It took a few blinks for his brain to find the answer, but he wanted to suck my cock enough to work for it. “Yes, I remember, Sir.”
Leaning in slowly, he placed a gentle peck on the head of my dick, right over my slit. He looked submissive and sweet right up until he shivered and his needy gaze met mine again. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master.”
“That’s much better, slut.” Giving his cheek a pat, I nodded. “You may begin.”
Yep, he loved living out the scene as much as he loved sucking dick...his whimpery moan and the way he sank his mouth over my erection made that very clear.
“Yes, you’re a good cocksucker.” A good asshole Dom wouldn’t moan too quickly, so I did my best to keep my tone neutral to keep up the doing him a favor bit. “I bet that’s going to make you feel so much better.”
I couldn’t remember the exact words from those similar scenes, but I knew I’d hit the right note when he whined again and took me deep enough that he gagged around the head of my dick.
Perfection.
“Oh, we’re going to have to work on that. Sluts don’t get to gag unless they’re told to.” Ha, remembered that one perfectly.
He shivered and one hand tried to slip between his legs.
“No.” That one word was all it took to get another needy sound from him and he started working my cock faster.
“Hands on my thighs. You clearly can’t be trusted to leave that nub alone.” I was going to need to plan out some good terms to use, but it worked for the time being based on the shiver that went through him as he obeyed.
“Better.” Petting his head again, I let him hear the pleasure I was feeling that time and moaned softly. “Such a good cocksucker.”
That got me a pleased sound and he nuzzled against me like he was thanking me. “Yes, my good boy.”
Oh, he liked being praised.
But he liked sucking dick even more because it didn’t take long for him to find a soothing rhythm and I could see everything else falling away. His sounds and the way he moved said he was registering my touch and the caresses I was giving him, but I wasn’t sure he was taking in anything else.
So I just relaxed and did my best to think about anything else other than how good it felt.
My role was to help him relax and to give him the mental space to fix whatever the fuck had gone wrong in the story. Orgasms were supposed to take a back seat to that, so I focused on my to-do list, where the gremlins could be hiding, and what I was going to make him for dinner.
His days of takeout for every meal were over...especially when he could show gratitude so well.
But heaven couldn’t last forever and I knew the moment he figured out his problem. It was almost like a cartoon light bulb went off over his head and his sucking went from relaxing to true gratitude.
It was my turn.
“Let me hear you gag, slut.” With him back to being happy, naughty, and creatively charged, I made sure he knew what I wanted.
To come.
“Faster. Show me what a good cocksucker you are.” The rough order had him humming around my dick, and every time he would come off it, he’d fuck my slit with his tongue.
His cocksucking skills were beyond just good, but thorough praise would have to wait until I could think better.
Knox’s mouth was amazing, but it was the way he looked up at me, hungry and needy, that pushed me right over the edge and I shot deep in his throat.
The way he swallowed me down and moaned as my cum filled him kept the pleasure going and was incredible, but he was just as perfect when he finally eased off my softening cock and rested his head on my lap. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
My sweet slut. “You’re welcome.”
Knox was completely unique and utterly captivating...and I was going to make him mine.