Chapter 14
He scoffed and rolled his eyes before scooting up to lean against the headboard and pulling me into his lap. “First of all, you had Pepsi containers in your trash and cereal in your sink. Think about that.”
“Maybe aliens don’t like Coke?” My answer was reasonable given the circumstances, but he sighed.
“You don’t have either of those products in your house, Knox.” He paused and made a thinking sound. “Think about that. Someone brought it in. Alien, gremlin, person...someone else is coming into your house and there would be no reason for aliens to pick you to come hang out with.”
He had a point.
“I’m not good company when I’m working and I don’t socialize enough for them to be happy.” Thinking about it more as Rohan gave a deep chuckle that made my dick perk up again, I frowned. “You said there was no one living in my house, right?”
“Correct.” He kissed the side of my head and snuggled me close. “And nothing that said you had animals or paranormal creatures living there either.”
He was smart to check for all the options.
“It’s been kind of nerve-racking.” Petting his chest, I shifted lower on his lap so I could rest my head on his shoulder. “And I sounded crazy the only time I tried to explain it to Lori. She asked if she should find me a therapist.”
Rohan let out a sigh. “Without knowing your preferences and seeing the chaos, I can understand why she jumped to a mental breakdown. I know what you like well enough to see the problems with the drinks and the food. Just hearing you talk about it...yeah...sorry, but it does sound insane.”
I shrugged, not feeling bad about it. “Yeah, realistically I understand that but it was still frustrating.”
No one helped...until Rohan. “I’m glad you don’t think I’m crazy, though.”
Rohan laughed. “I know you’re crazy, but not about this. You’re also messy, easily distracted, and a very naughty sub.”
Okay, he wasn’t wrong about those...and it sounded kind of cute when he said it like that.
“But I write books that you like and I have a high sex drive and very little common sense.” I definitely had good aspects of my personality that he could enjoy.
More laughter coming from Rohan sent a shiver through me. “Yes, you have a lot of very interesting attributes I’m going to enjoy.”
Yes!
I hadn’t chased him off yet.
“And I’m going to reinforce the ones that I like first thing.” Something about the way his voice deepened sent another shiver through me, and I was just a bit too naked to hide my reactions. “Yes, you should worry and you should be turned on. You might be interesting, Knox, but you’re not stupid.”
Being smart had not gotten me very far in relationships, though, so I was going to wait and see how things turned out before counting that as a good thing.
“What...what did you mean?” It sounded like a fun threat—and I was intrigued—but Rohan was devious and seemed smarter than I was, so I wasn’t going to assume anything.
“I’m going to reinforce your kinky desires, push your sex drive higher, and encourage you to get more written while I get breakfast started.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I relaxed too much and squeaked as he rolled me over so my ass was offered up.
He was so fucking strong.
I was going to make him a big-ass bouncer in my book.
“And we’re going to start with a spanking for my naughty slut.” One firm hand stroked over my ass as I buried my face in the bedding. “Then when you’re hard and aching and promising me anything I want to hear as long as you get to come, I’m going to send you down to your office. Still naked.”
Oh.
He was so devious.
“But I...I should...” Ugh. Every time I almost found a reasonable response to the ridiculous plan, he’d squeeze my ass. “I should...”
He spanked me.
My brains lost whatever I’d been going to say, because I still wasn’t sure what that would’ve been, and I moaned, rocking against his lap. “Master...”
Spanking my other cheek, he hummed like I’d said something curious. “What were you going to say, slut?”
He said that like it was a perfectly reasonable question.
“Master...” Shoot. “I was...”
I was going to find the words once my brain started working again.
Yes, that was what I’d been going to say.
Giving up on words and logic, I went back to hiding my face and just concentrated on how hot and perfect my ass felt as his hand came down just hard enough to send tingly pleasure rushing through me.
All I could do was moan and fuck my dick against his thighs, finally realizing I was naked and he was wearing pajamas.
Fucking hot.
That was definitely going in the book too.
And so was the way just one thumb was rubbing over my hole.
Fucking perfect.
As I started to shake and could feel the first spark of my orgasm building, he stopped. He just fucking stopped and patted my ass. “You get an orgasm when I see more words.”
How had I found a sadist housekeeper?
How the hell had I ended up like this?
He’d saved me from the gremlins.
Damn it.
That was how I’d ended up like this.
“Do I want to know what’s running through your head?” His polite tone had me sighing and shaking my head. “I didn’t think so.”
He was evil...but he also kept rubbing my hole and stroking his hand over my ass...so I decided he was only half evil. “You look so sexy like this.”
Ugh.
Okay, maybe a quarter evil?
“I won’t make you stay naked, but if you do, I’ll let you pick how you get to come later.
” His voice was pure temptation and had me moaning again.
He knew he was going to get what he wanted, but he didn’t gloat.
He just smoothly sealed the deal. “I bet my slut wants to be bent over his desk and fucked fast and hard.”
Whining, I rubbed my dick against his lap, but he moved his finger away from my hole and just rested his hand on my lower back.
Why couldn’t he have been mean?
“Don’t you want to be my good boy? Maybe you want me to torture you and milk your prostate until you scream and beg to be given a real orgasm?”
He was using my weaknesses against me...and my lack of common sense.
“That’s not fair.” Groaning, I pushed up and back onto my knees beside him on the bed, glaring at him and doing my best to ignore how good my ass felt. “You can’t use my kinks against me.”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes like I was ridiculous. “Of course I can. Just like I’m going to use my knowledge against you and make you pancakes for breakfast.”
Oh, he had pancakes?
“The real kind? Not the ones from the freezer section?” I wouldn’t be greedy...those were good but real ones were definitely a step above.
“What the hell have you been eating?” Rohan looked horrified. “No, don’t answer that. Just hearing about it will give me heartburn.”
He was ridiculous, but I wasn’t going to point that out since it was getting me real food.
“No one would take care of me.” Looking, hopefully, slightly pathetic, I shrugged. “Taking care of myself was stressful.”
The gremlins and all.
Rohan sighed. “You have a point there.”
I was glad somebody thought so.
“So just to clarify, I get real pancakes?” I wanted to make sure I heard that right. “What brand?”
When he just blinked at me, I thought the question might’ve been confusing. “They don’t all taste the same. Did you buy the cakey ones or the plain ones? I like both. Don’t worry.”
Cakey ones were better, but technically I liked all kinds of pancakes.
Even the healthy ones...but those needed a lot of syrup to taste edible.
“Oh, what kind of syrup did you buy? I can’t remember what you answered in the Facebook poll we did.
” That was the one downside of having so many wonderful friends—it was a lot to keep track of.
“Oh, did you vote plain? There were like five of those and I wasn’t sure why they were punishing themselves, but Lori said I couldn’t ask because it might be triggering. ”
Oh, had I triggered him?
Was that why he was still staring at me?
He looked so shocked even my dick wasn’t sure what we should be feeling.
“Are you okay?” He blinked, registering that he heard my question, so I tried to be patient.
“A box mix?” Rohan groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”
Obviously.
“I’ll like whatever you bought.” Especially since it didn’t seem like I had to try to make them. “I like being taken care of, so thank you.”
My being polite helped and got me a smile, but he started shaking his head, which didn’t clear up anything for me. “You’re adorably insane, but I seem to like that, so you shouldn’t worry.”
I was kind of glad about that, so I gave him a kiss and decided not to complain about having to wait to come. “Thank you.”
Sighing, he had a weird smile on his face, but I just focused on the fact that he was happy. “Go work before you distract me and I forget what I was going to make for breakfast. We might accidentally end up with cereal.”
Oh, he wouldn’t.
Deciding not to take a chance on that, I bounced off the bed and did my best not to moan at how good it felt when the muscles in my ass flexed. “Can I have coffee while I work? I do better caffeinated.”
Rohan laughed. “Yes.”
Yay.
Bouncing through the house, I headed to my office and plopped myself down on my chair, finally giving in to the urge to moan as I rubbed my aching cheeks against the seat.
“Hands off your dick.” Rohan’s rough order being barked through the house had my dick back to full mast and begging for attention again. “You don’t get to come until I give you permission.”
God, that was...
“I wasn’t touching my dick.” I was being honest but he snorted.
“Then fingers out of your ass, brat.” The easy way he barked out that order had me blushing.
“I didn’t do that either.” I just hadn’t gotten to that yet. “I was being good. I just sat down.”
That confession didn’t help my blushing situation, but it got a burst of laughter from Rohan that echoed through the house. “Now that I believe. Be a good boy, slut, and I’ll reward you later.”
Wishing he meant sucking him off instead of getting work done, I sighed. “I will.”
Because I wanted to come.
“I’m working.” Typing on the keyboard just in case he could hear the sounds, I called out while smiling, hoping to come across as earnest and sweet—two things that were bound to get rewards. “I’ll work better with coffee, please.”
Rohan just laughed...but it was definitely a happy coffee sound.
Now all I needed was for him to make happy orgasm sounds...then the morning would be perfect.