Chapter 8
Rohan
“What are you doing?” I knew the answer wouldn’t be what I was expecting, so I just waited while his attention turned back to me.
Knox had been studying my living room like he was going to use it as the stage for his next murder, but I wasn’t expecting anything that logical. “I was hoping the gremlins wouldn’t follow us but then I realized I didn’t know everything in your house.”
I must’ve looked as confused as I felt because he shrugged and kept explaining without much of a prompt.
“If I don’t know what you’ve got, I won’t be able to tell if weird statues just show up in your place too.” Knox went back to taking in every detail, even turning in a circle to make sure he didn’t miss anything. “I can’t keep worrying about the weird shit much longer.”
That actually sounded exhausting and was probably part of the reason he came across as so fucking distracted all the time. But I had a feeling I knew a way to help alleviate some of his stress.
“Then let’s take some pictures.” I thought the answer was obvious, but he stopped moving and his eyes went wide. “That way we’ll know if anything weird happens here.”
The chances of that were slim to none, but logic had left the building, so I didn’t even try to find where it’d wandered off to.
“Do...do you think that would work?” His gaze dropped down to my hand as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “Do ghosts and things like that mess with electronics? I can’t remember.”
I wasn’t sure if it was a good question or not, but it was a problem I could fix.
“I don’t know, but I have an idea.” Unlocking my phone, I pulled up the camera app and handed it over. “You take a video of this room and then the kitchen. I have a backup plan just in case.”
I wasn’t going to analyze the logic in any of it because that really didn’t matter any longer. Knox was worried and fixing that was the only thing we were going to focus on. “One sec.”
Heading back through the house, I went to the closet, which was my version of a well-organized junk drawer, and pulled out a silly-looking pink Polaroid camera I never thought I’d use again. “Fingers crossed this still works.”
Knox was finishing up his video as I made my way back to the living room, and I had to smile as I heard his commentary.
“Nothing weird. Nothing out of place. All his knickknacks look like they make sense. No weird statues and the only odd thing is a collection of shot glasses from really strange places I’ve never heard of.
But that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
Had he found stuff in his house from places he didn’t think existed?
Nope, I wasn’t going to ask.
When he came back into the living room and finally lowered my phone, I stepped into the open-plan space. “Alright, here we go. Instant photos can’t be fucked with as easily.”
Hopefully.
Knox turned around and frowned, probably intending to say something about ghosts or gremlins, but the camera distracted him completely. His frown was so confused and adorable, I had to remind myself that laughing would’ve been rude. “It’s very pretty.”
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “I didn’t buy it. I went to a wedding last year where they had these on the tables so guests could take candid photos of the reception.”
“Oh.” He straightened and nodded. “That’s good to know. The color was unexpected and I started to worry that there was stuff you hadn’t told me yet.”
Huh?
“Not that it would’ve been a deal-breaker.” He seemed to think I knew what he was talking about and that he had something to apologize for. “I’m very open-minded.”
He was nuts...there was a difference.
But pointing that out wouldn’t have been helpful, so I decided to get us back on track talking about the ridiculous conversation I was confident about.
Gremlins.
“What should we take pictures of?” I knew my place wasn’t haunted, so I didn’t care what he took photos of.
Knox, on the other hand, was convinced gremlins were fucking with him, so he took the camera very seriously. “Thank you. Yes, we need a plan. Real film isn’t endless.”
Nope.
But his reasoning made me confident his brain was working even if it was a tad bit overwhelmed. So I walked behind him and wrapped my arms around him so his back was pressed against my chest. “That’s right. So you’re going to talk me through which areas we’re going to monitor.”
Knox looked like he was trying to nod, but his signals got mixed when he pressed back against me and moaned. “Yes...we have...places we’re going to monitor.”
He seemed to think his ass was needed to make that work based on the way it was rubbing my cock. “You’re...you’re going to be a big help.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a dick joke or a reference to the way I’d pushed him into an impromptu vacation, but either way I nodded. “A very big one.”
The size queen moaned and his whole body seemed to clench. “I’m very grateful for that too.”
I couldn’t hold back a soft laugh. “Needy little slut.”
His cheeks pinked but he nodded and rocked back against me. “I’ve been patient, though.”
Kind of.
He’d only mentioned how good he’d been and how much he’d gotten done three times since he’d started packing his suitcase.
“You have been.” It was time to reward his good behavior even if he hadn’t been subtle in the slightest. “I haven’t forgotten that.”
I wasn’t going to let something like his need for an orgasm get us off track, though.
“What are we going to take pictures of first?” Keeping him pressed against me with one hand, I slowly ran my other down his torso and started working at the button on his pants. “Don’t keep me waiting, slut.”
His groan was a mix of frustration and desire and made me want to laugh again, but I just made a low hum instead. “What was that?”
The implied threat had a shiver going through him. “Nothing, Master. I’m thinking. Yes, thinking about...about the camera.”
Sure, that sounded perfectly reasonable.
“Then tell me what you’re going to shoot first.” I had a feeling his first thought was going to be about shooting cum, so I wasn’t surprised when it took him a second to answer.
“I...you’ve got...you’ve got books and stuff on that shelf.” His free hand flopped toward the bookshelves in question, making it clear what he meant even though I could’ve guessed.
There weren’t nearly as many bookcases as he had at his house, but it was enough to make him worry about gremlins.
I’d worked out a plan to distract him from his slightly invasive thoughts, though.
“Whose books do you see?” An embarrassed huff snuck out of the drama queen before I released his erection, turning the sound into a moan.
“My...mine...” Knox shivered, moving back and forth, trying to fuck himself on my dick and my hand. “My books.”
“That’s right.” Rewarding him, I tightened my grip on his cock and slowly jerked him off. “Why don’t you take a picture so we’ll know if anything changes?”
I’d have known right off the bat if even a single book was out of place, but Knox wouldn’t and that was what mattered. His fears were still so strong in his head that even as I kept jerking him off, he raised the camera up and managed to take a picture of the shelf.
As his shaking hands set down the developing picture on the side table, I kissed his neck. “Good boy, slut. Now, what’s next?”
A groan was what was next, but that was quickly followed by a nod toward another corner of the room where a small table held a collection of books and silly things I’d picked up on my more memorable trips. “Alright, take another then.”
Since my job was keeping him from worrying too much, I adjusted my grip and started caressing the tip of his cock with each stroke. It had his head dropping back against me and his gaze looking distracted enough that I knew I was doing my job well.
“Don’t forget what our goal is, slut.” That got a low grumble from him as he mumbled something about an orgasm, but he caught himself before he could get into any trouble.
“Yes, Sir.” His hands were slightly steadier as he lifted the camera that time, but I wasn’t sure if the frustration was helping or if I just needed to work harder.
When he took the picture entirely too easily, I decided working harder was the right option and tightened my grip again. “I’m going to like being able to play with my slut whenever I want.”
That seemed to trip his imagination into dirty mode because he pushed his ass back against my cock and whined. “You...you saved me from the monsters.”
He could’ve been serious or just playing out a fantasy, but either way I wasn’t worried. He’d wanted to be owned and fucked before I’d saved him from the aliens that were somehow living in his house.
“I did.” And I was going to take good advantage of it too. “I found the bottom of your kitchen and made sure you had clean laundry when we escaped the monsters.”
Yep, I was as badass as he thought, so I wasn’t surprised when he melted against me. “You did.”
I was amazing.
But he was starting to forget his current task, so I pressed my thumb against his slit. “Pictures, slut. Then you can have an orgasm.”
Doling them out like rewards when he’d behaved seemed to make me the most incredible Dom ever based on the almost romantic sigh that escaped before he could catch it. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Good slut.” Kissing his neck, I rubbed just under the head of his dick long enough to get another whimper from him. “I can’t wait to make my slut all dirty again. But don’t worry, if I don’t get enough mess from you, I still remember our conversation on milking you.”
Knox couldn’t seem to decide if that was erotic, scary, or a fun mix of both and ended up nibbling on his lower lip as he fought to keep breathing. “I haven’t forgotten either, Master.”
Adorable.
So I gave his dick another firm grasp and chuckled. “I didn’t think you had.”
I was betting he’d thought a lot about that scene and the threat.
The promise?
“But I don’t think we’ll need to worry about it just yet.” Releasing his cock for a second, I jostled his balls around and gave them a squeeze that had him rising up on his toes and making the neediest sound. "We can’t forget our plan first, though. What do we need a picture of next?”
Knox seemed to want security from his gremlins just as much as he wanted an orgasm—which showed just how worried he’d actually been—because he pointed to the next area where objects could magically appear. “There, Sir.”
“Perfect.” Giving his head a kiss, I went back to my rough fun with his cock. “You’re doing a very good job.”
His frown and the way his head cocked said he wasn’t sure what he was getting praised for, but in the end, he looked like he decided it didn’t matter and just leaned into me again. “Thank you, Master.”
I managed not to laugh, but it was almost painful to hold back.
Every time I turned around, he was more fun to fuck with, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next. “You’re welcome, slut.”
His reward for being so polite was a few quick strokes that had him making another whimpering sound that had precum dripping from his cock. “I...that’s...”
Whatever he’d been going to say wasn’t as important as pictures or orgasms because he sighed and shook his head as he lifted the camera up again. “I can do it. Yes. I can do it.”
I was pretty sure he could do anything he set his mind to, but I was more than happy to help him reach his current goals. “That’s right. We’re going to get lots of good pictures and then you’re going to get to make a mess for me, aren’t you?”
That got another shiver from him and his dick throbbed in my hand, but it took his brain a few seconds longer to respond. “Yes, Master.”
It wasn’t much but he was able to take another photograph, so I thought our game was going fairly well. “I’m so proud of you, slut.”
He couldn’t figure that one out either, but it didn’t matter because he was soon distracted by having to walk. “I...I need to...I mean...”
Knox finally settled on pointing toward the kitchen as he frowned, either frustrated by having to talk or not being able to talk. It was hard to tell which. “There.”
I managed not to laugh, but he’d done a good job, so I went back to teasing his slit as I walked us toward the kitchen. “This is a much better place to make a mess, slut. You won’t even nut on carpet here since it’s tiled.”
For some reason I knew I’d never understand, that pushed him closer to the edge than I’d expected and he went back to humping himself between my ass and my hand before we’d even stopped walking.
How he didn’t fall I’d never understand, but I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Oh, I forgot how much you like making a mess.” Nudging his hands, I nodded as he lifted the camera and focused on my counters, probably worried dishes would start magically appearing. “But don’t worry, I’m going to give you all kinds of chances to be a dirty slut.”
His legs quivered like he was barely standing upright and I took the chance to move my hand higher up his chest and hold him tighter. If it put my fingers in nipple range, well, that was just the best way to keep him safe.
And pinching them would make sure all the blood kept flowing.
As he gasped, rocking and making low begging sounds, I jerked him off faster. “And if you’re too naughty, well, there’s always a spanking.”
That pushed my needy slut right over the edge.
Knox gasped and his body went stiff as his dick throbbed before cum flooded my hand. He seemed to lock his legs as he rocketed back and forth, rubbing his ass against me before thrusting forward again.
His not-so-subtle signs that he wanted to be fucked hard weren’t lost on me, but the kitchen wasn’t the place to do it, so I focused on wearing out his cock with my hand. And I decided I’d done a pretty good job of it when he sagged back against me, sighing. “I didn’t drop the camera, Master.”
Chuckling, I kissed his head. “You did very well and I’ll give you a nice reward for that later, but first, we need to finish your pictures.”
And to give him a push, I rolled the head of his softening cock between two fingers.
It was just enough stimulation to get him up on his toes again and releasing a desperate whine. “Master...”
“Don’t worry. I’m here to help and I won’t let you stop until we’ve finished taking all the pictures we can.” After all, what else was a Master for than making sure their sub felt well taken care of?