Chapter 14
Rohan
“You really don’t have a mix hidden somewhere?” Still naked, and probably so full he wanted to roll around the kitchen, Knox was confused enough that he pushed away from the sink and went over to the pantry to search it. “It’s okay if you bought the generic kind. They were really good.”
He was insane...and didn’t seem to understand pancakes could be made without a box mix.
“Thank you, but I didn’t use a mix to make them.” The conversation was so odd I couldn’t even be frustrated. “I found a recipe I liked years ago and I’ve made them so many times I don’t need it anymore.”
“A recipe?” Coming back to the table, he was frowning so adorably I wanted to fuck his face. “Really?”
“Yes.” Grabbing him as he wandered close, I frowned and pulled him down onto my lap. “And I think a punishment is in order since you keep doubting my skills.”
That got a shiver from the naughty, still-naked author. “I...I think they were wonderful, but if...but if you need to help me remember how skilled you are, I understand.”
Doing my best not to laugh, I raised one eyebrow. “Help you remember, huh?”
I had a feeling he was looking to be spanked again or something equally as fun, but that wasn’t quite what I had planned.
He must’ve seen that on my face because he quickly looked a lot less confident and his eyes went wide as he frantically searched for a way to get what he wanted.
He finally settled on giving me a quick kiss and doing his best to look innocent.
“I’ve just never had anyone make them from scratch for me before.
Even when Lori was being nice, she just bought the expensive mix and put chocolate chips in them. ”
Hmm.
“I still think we need to work on helping you remember that I’m not like anyone you’ve ever met.” Even I realized that was a bit of an understatement, so I didn’t mind when he snickered. “I think I need to make a stronger impression on you.”
He let out a soft, needy sound as his dick started to harden again. “But...but that doesn’t sound like I’m going to get to come. I got words in this morning and I really liked my coffee and my breakfast. You even remembered how I like my coffee.”
So he shouldn’t be punished since I remembered how to take care of him?
There was Knox logic in there somewhere, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find it, so I didn’t bother looking.
“I’m going to let you come.” Sliding my hand up his thigh, I absentmindedly rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock. “Eventually.”
I wasn’t in any rush, though.
“Before we get to your reward, however, we need to clear up this punishment.” He tried to dispute the idea but I pressed on his slit and cut him off before words could form.
“When I say I made you something from scratch, you’re not going to question it because I’m competent in the kitchen and not going to lie to you. ”
I was still having fun with his cock, but that wasn’t the reason his mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide.
Yep, now he got it.
“So, you’re going to go over to the utensil drawer I showed you earlier and pick out something you should be punished with.” I’d figure out later if we could disinfect whatever we played with or if I just needed to buy another, but that wasn’t my biggest concern at the moment.
I needed an implement to punish him with and we weren’t going to stop playing long enough to go find a real sex toy.
“Then I’ll decide how firm I need to be with you.” Because depending on what he picked, I’d have to find a fun way to fuck with him.
He wasn’t going anywhere, though, so to get his brain firing, I flicked the head of his cock and that got a jolt. “I...Yes, Master.”
Adorable.
It took a few more seconds for Knox to blink as his brain came back online, but after a moment he took a deep breath and looked down at his lap as he rose. He seemed surprised that his legs worked, but I managed not to laugh as he took careful steps across my kitchen.
“Pick out something. I have to be punished.” Mumbling to himself, possibly so he didn’t get distracted, he kept repeating the words over and over under his breath. “Pick out something. I have to be punished.”
His cock was at full mast and jerked every time he said punish, so I wasn’t worried even though it looked a bit like he was some kind of erotic zombie.
Hmm, had he written that yet?
Trying to remember and watching his sexy body kept me entertained as he slowly sorted through the drawer. His mind was a fascinating place because on the counter he laid out a wooden spoon, tongs, and a couple of different spatulas.
He had the most wonderful brain ever.
But tongs?
Nope. Whatever he was imagining would have to be something that we talked through first because nothing on his limits list made sense for those.
Hell, nothing in his dirty books rang any bells for it either.
But thankfully, he eventually made up his mind and picked out a small spatula that was long, thin, and wonderfully flexible.
His hand was shaking as he turned and brought it over to me, but that seemed more about excitement than fear because his dick was so hard it looked angry and he was halfway to subspace already. “I...it’s...”
That was all he got out until he handed the suddenly erotic kitchen utensil over to me. Something about not having it in his hand or just not being responsible for it anymore had some of the naughty fog clearing from his eyes. “I’m green, Master.”
So he knew he looked slightly fucked up?
Good.
“Thank you, slut.” Petting the spatula like it was a cock or sex toy, I nodded slowly and kept my gaze on his. “I always want to know where you’re at and what you’re thinking.”
He mirrored me and nodded, but his gaze quickly went back to the new toy he’d picked out. “Not much, really.”
God.
He was adorably insane and delightfully honest in the best ways possible.
“I’m glad.” It wouldn’t be as much fun if he was being utterly reasonable about all of it. I loved his fascinating logic and couldn’t wait to hear him talk out how he’d picked his punishment device. “But I know either way you’re going to be a good slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” His head jerked but he was too distracted by his fantasies and how hard he was to respond much. “I’m your good slut.”
And a needy one too.
Every time it heard the word slut, his cock would jump.
“Sit down on my lap, slut.” Letting him obsess wouldn’t make him any hornier than he already was, so I didn’t see the point in having him just stand there.
Knox let out a low whine, but after a moment he took in a shaky breath and stepped closer. “I’m going to be your good slut, Master, but...but what if...what if part of me is naughty?”
All of him was naughty, but I had a feeling I knew what he was talking about.
That didn’t mean I was going to rush to answer him, though. I let the question hang between us while I steered him until he was sitting on my lap with his back against my chest. He’d automatically straddled my legs to keep his wide open, but I shifted my stance to make him feel even more exposed.
When that got me another whimper, I kissed his neck. “Are you asking your Master what will happen if you come while I’m punishing you? Do you think you’re going to orgasm while I punish you?”
Oh, the sounds he made.
He finally stopped his cute whines and swallowed, doing his best to use words as I ran my fingers high along the inside of his thigh. “Yes, Master.”
Instead of answering, I asked another question. “Where am I going to punish you, slut?”
He was so responsive.
His entire body jerked and his cock bobbed up and down like it was an eager student begging to answer. At the very least, his sexy dick wanted to be a good slut for me. “I...my...”
Knox closed his eyes, taking in another shaky breath and letting it out slowly. “My penis, Master.”
Oh, he wanted that badly.
Precum was beading at the tip of his cock and I could see his orgasm barely being held back. I was mentally bouncing back and forth between being easy on him and fucking with him, and I couldn’t decide what he’d love more or what would just be too frustrating.
Or what would simply make him orgasm right there on the spot.
So to give myself time to think, I trailed the tip of the spatula down his chest. “You’d be a naughty slut if you came before you had permission.”
Whimpering, Knox barely held back a pout and took another deep breath to help him be a good boy. “Because my orgasms belong to you.”
“That’s right.” And the fact that he’d said it unprompted told me it was what he really wanted. I just needed to figure out how to give it to him in the best possible way.
“But I told you that you’d get to come later if you were a good boy.” Or at least it’d been something like that.
His nearly frantic nod said he wasn’t going to forget it either. “I...I helped in the kitchen and I wrote and I made notes about what else I had to do today and I didn’t play with myself.”
His list was delightful.
“All very good things, you’re right.” Kissing his neck again as the toy reached his cock and I brought my free hand up to hold him securely across his chest, I let the toy trail over his erection while I ramped up fucking with him.
“But you questioned my honesty and my ability to take good care of you, so we need to handle that first, don’t you think? ”
Oh, his whine was so fucking sexy.
“So...so I can’t come yet.” He loved punishing himself more than I did.
“I think that’s what’s best. But don’t worry, if you’re a good boy for your punishment, I’ll reward you later, slut.” Pinching one nipple at the same time I gave the center of his cock a quick slap, I held him tight as he nearly flew off my lap.
His desperate sound was even better than his whimper, but it was the way his eyes nearly rolled back in his head and he slumped against me as the pain and pleasure rolled through him that was even more perfect. “I’m...I’ll be...I’ll be a good slut.”
By the time he’d managed to get the words out, I’d braced his legs with mine and gave him another swat with the makeshift toy.
His reaction wasn’t quite as startled, but it was just as beautiful.
He let out a cry and shook as his hands flailed around before finally moving behind him so he could hold me tight. “Master...”
He didn’t seem to know what he was begging for, so I gave him another kiss as I tapped the tip of his cock. That seemed to feel even better because his frantic whimper was needy as hell and his body writhed like he was imagining humping the bed.
But the way his erection jerked said he was closer to his orgasm than I probably realized, so I let him come down a bit, rubbing his chest and softly petting his cock with the toy. “Yes, you’re going to remember to believe your Master, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t sure he was actually hearing me. His eyes were open but slightly unfocused, and he was breathing deeply like subspace was just out of reach. “Yes...good...good slut...trust Master...yes...good care.”
Words meant we were still inside the line, so I kissed him again. “That’s right, good boy, slut.”
And my good boy deserved just a bit more fun.
“One more, slut.” Giving the underside one last firm tap before the words registered, I held him tight as he shook and his hands gripped me like he thought he’d shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful.
It took him longer to come down that time, but he had a wonderfully patient Master and I held him as he shivered and the pleasure ricocheted around in him.
When he finally went boneless again, I set the toy on the table and almost laughed as he quietly whined. It was definitely a pout because he wasn’t done yet, but he wouldn’t make it through many more swats without his orgasm exploding out of him.
And I wanted to be inside of my naughty slut the next time that happened.
So I ignored it and kissed his neck, petting his chest softly once I didn’t need to keep him secure. “I know. That was hard, but you were a very good boy. I’m sure that made an impact on you, so I might not ever have to do it again.”
The pout came back before he pulled it back, clearly unsure how to get his way without things getting away from him. “I...thank you, Master?”
Yes, he’d need a few more working brain cells before he figured out how to manipulate me correctly or realized that he could just ask me for another funishment scene.
I wasn’t sure if that would ever occur to him, but it’d be fun to see what his brain came up with.
“You’re welcome.” Giving him more neck kisses, I kept up the light caresses until it looked like his brain was functioning better and his cock didn’t look quite so desperate. I didn’t think it’d go down all the way anytime soon, but I loved how he looked naked, so that wasn’t a problem for me.
When he turned to nuzzle against the side of my face and gave me a kiss, I knew he’d recovered. “Alright, if you can move safely, you’re going to go upstairs and get a shower while I finish cleaning the kitchen.”
Nodding slowly, he seemed to have to fight to keep his brain focused on my words. “I...I was good for my punishment and...and I helped with the dishes. I...even rinsed the dirty plates off and I put the butter away.”
“You did.” Rewarding him, I gently trailed my fingers down his torso and barely caressed his erection, being careful not to give it too much attention. “You were a very good boy, slut, and you were also very helpful and you got a lot of work done this morning.”
He wasn’t nearly as messy as he seemed to think he was, which only brought the chaos of his house even more into question. But that was something I’d tackle later. At the moment I had an easily distracted author to get clean since I wasn’t sure he’d think of doing that himself.
Orgasms and work were always his main focus...but luckily, he had a Master who wasn’t quite so easily distracted.