Chapter 15
Knox
“Yes.” Looking down at my feet, which were thankfully where I’d left them, I nodded. “I start at the top and work my way down to the bottom.”
I could do it.
Yes.
I could get clean.
My confidence lasted a few seconds until I realized Rohan was very quiet and I looked up to see him staring at me. “Should I start at my feet?”
Hadn’t he asked something about how I’d get clean?
Blinking, I shook my head to clear out the fuzzies but that just made me remember how he’d made me so distracted to begin with and that made my dick and my ass ache again.
What had we been talking about?
“No, slut. You can start at your head.” Rohan was bouncing between smiling and frowning, and that just made me remember our pancakes problem and then my punishment and— “Slut.”
What?
That was me.
My dick even bobbed to make sure I’d heard him.
“Yes, Sir?” Had I missed a question? “I’m green. I helped clean the kitchen and I got words in.”
Yes, I’d done very well this morning.
I hadn’t even come during my punishment.
Rohan’s smirk said he wasn’t pissed, but when he started to shake his head and roll his eyes, I questioned my original assumption. “I’m glad you’re green.”
That was good.
“You have no idea what I asked you, do you?” Rohan didn’t get angry when I shook my head, but he did come closer and lean around me to turn on the shower. “That’s what I thought.”
He also thought he’d fuck with me because he stayed pressed against me until I found myself rubbing against him like I was a cat. “Slut.”
“Thank you, Master.” He was so sweet sometimes.
“Eyes open.” His barked-out order and the way he roughly grabbed my ass made my dick start begging again and forced my eyes to obey.
When had I closed them?
“Good boy.” Rewarding me with a single spank to send tingly pleasure through me, he kissed my forehead. “Do you remember that if you were good, I was going to let you pick how you got your orgasm?”
“Yes.” Maybe. He didn’t need to know how foggy the morning was. “Yes, Sir.”
One eyebrow went up, but he didn’t question me. “Good boy, slut.”
As relief ran through me, he stepped back and reached up to grab my arms and turn me toward the shower. “Step in.”
Simple orders were the best kind of orders.
“That’s right. Under the spray.” Rohan left the shower door open, but it was far enough from the showerhead that the water didn’t go everywhere. “When your hair is wet, turn around and grab the shampoo.”
The pounding spray against my neck and head made me moan, but Rohan didn’t laugh. He just made a pleased sound and smiled. “I’m glad you like my shower, slut.”
It was amazing.
“You have a sadist shower. It’s beating me up.” His water pressure was so good I might never leave. “I...I like showers.”
“Eyes open.” He growled out the order again, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me as I obeyed. “Lean your head back one more time and then step over to get the shampoo. If you close your eyes again, you won’t be considered a good boy.”
Oh.
Fuck.
Eyes open.
“I can behave, Master.” Yes, I could do it. “I want to be a good boy.”
And since it seemed like good boys washed their hair and then their bodies, I stepped out of the spray and did my best not to pout as I grabbed my shampoo. “It’s mine.”
When had that gotten in here?
“Good fucking grief.”
Master’s gruffly mumbled words didn’t make any sense, but that was okay because the only thing on our schedule was me getting clean and getting an orgasm. “I’m being good.”
Yes.
Sighing, he nodded. “Very good. That’s right. Alright, wash your hair. Don’t just play with the shampoo.”
It was very silky, though, and I was very hard.
“If I’m good, I get to pick out how I have an orgasm.” Did he remember that? “I think...I think I’d like to be fucked hard, please.”
It’d give me another place on my body to be wonderfully achy.
Master sighed. “Slut, e—”
“Eyes open. I’m a good boy.” I remembered the rules and focused on the bottles lined up on the shelf at the back of the shower. “Did you know my shampoo makes a wonderful lube in a pinch?”
I never remembered to put enough lotion or lube on my grocery list.
Rohan chuckled. “I’ll make sure you always have lube, slut.”
“Thank you.” He was really the best. “My grocery delivery guy keeps forgetting that and it feels kind of passive aggressive at this point.”
Scoffing, Rohan looked like he thought that was ridiculous. “I remember the tipping discussion. You pay him enough for him to deliver anything you want.”
Before I could respond, he gave me another order. “Head back. At this point, I think you’re just jerking off using your head.”
Possibly.
It felt really good.
As I obeyed, because I was still holding out to be fucked, I sighed. “I thought that was how ordering groceries to be delivered worked but evidently not. They bring what they want and then frown and punish me next time if they’re not rewarded.”
How that was a legitimate business model I hadn’t figured out.
“I’ll pick up groceries at least once a week for you. I know what you like for the most part and for the rest you can just show me the list you’ve been sending to the delivery guy.” Rohan seemed to think that was easy but I thought it was amazing.
“No more cereal?” How that stubborn fuck realized I hated it I still wasn’t sure. “And you’ll buy things that make meals? I liked real pancakes.”
He’d done a good job on those.
“Oh, and I liked the soup you made me.” He was really good at taking care of me and I was starting to think I wasn’t as difficult to deal with as people had made me out to be. “And you found clothes for me. Thank you.”
Rohan smiled but shook his head. “You’re adorably insane.”
That seemed better than telling me I was a distracted asshole, so I appreciated the compliment. “Thank you.”
Chuckling, he nodded toward the conditioner. “You can use the conditioner but only on your head. The big one.”
Shoot.
“Um, I don’t use it every time, so I should just scrub the rest of me.” Conditioner was better than shampoo.
But I didn’t think testing my control would be a smart decision at this point.
“I think that’s a good idea.” Nodding like I’d been a good boy, he lifted his chin slightly. “Rinse your hair and then you can grab the bodywash.”
Start at the head and then work my way down.
No lube.
No orgasms.
“You’re going to use your hands because I want to watch you touch yourself, but don’t forget, you’ve asked me to fuck you, so you don’t get to come yet.” Rohan said it so matter-of-factly that it took my brain a second to register why my dick was begging to orgasm again.
I didn’t get to come.
Rohan wanted to watch me touch myself.
Oh, I wouldn’t get to come.
Shit.
Doing my best to ignore his wicked smirk, I reached for the bodywash and poured some into my hand as I told myself I could behave. Repeating over and over that I wasn’t going to jerk off and I wasn’t going to orgasm, I focused on each body part and started with my arms.
Good there.
No temptation.
My chest was harder because there was definitely temptation.
My nipples.
Master had teased them earlier but only enough to have them be slightly achy and not enough to make me want to avoid them. That would’ve made things a lot easier. I could’ve just cleaned them and moved lower. It was what I should’ve done.
Wash.
Move on.
Scrub lower.
But they felt so good and I wanted to be thorough...and Master wanted to watch me.
That naughty phrase kept bubbling over and over in my head as I slowly ran my fingers over my nipples and thought about how good it’d felt when he’d pinched them. I moaned as I gave them a little tug, but I didn’t get distracted.
Master’s low warning sound said he might not have seen it the same way, though. So I knew I had to make sure he realized I was still being good. “I’m not going to come and I kept my eyes open.”
What else?
“I’m getting clean and thinking of you and you’re getting to watch me.” Yes, those were all good things and I couldn’t be punished for following the rules. “Being fucked is much more important to me than just orgasming in the shower. I’m not going to forget that.”
Nope.
I was going to keep that right at the front of my mind.
“Show me you mean it.” Something about his voice went deeper and felt more controlling. “Lean back against the wall and give me a good show as you clean your dick.”
In the future, I was going to have to remember not to brag too much about being good.
I knew that was probably how I’d ended up in this situation, but I wasn’t smart enough to figure out how to get out of it. “But, Master...”
Nothing.
How was my head so empty? It was usually a very busy place.
He raised an eyebrow and reached one arm out to lean against the wall in a very fuck around and find out kind of way.
He’d definitely been a bouncer.
Somehow that helped my hand find my dick and as the two got reacquainted, Master’s smirk came back. “Much better, slut.”
Making him happy made me feel good...even when it was torture.
It felt so good to please him that I moaned and shivered, but the way my fingers were cleaning the head of my cock probably didn’t hurt.
Master wanted it to, though.
His gaze got hot and stern, sending another shiver through me. “Clean your slit good, slut. Press on it. I want to make sure it’s nice and ready for me if I decide to play with it.”
Images of what he could do flashed through my head as I pressed against my slit, rubbing it thoroughly to make sure it was ready for him. “I...I’m following all your orders, Sir. I’m...I’m your good slut.”
And good sluts got fucked.
Repeating that over and over as the almost too good sensations sent waves of pleasure through me, I was the best sub ever and didn’t stop until he nodded. “Good boy. Now clean your balls. Thoroughly.”
I was never going to make it through my shower.
It was probably my fault somehow because I couldn’t remember why he’d ended up walking me through the process of getting clean, but there wasn’t enough blood in my head to make thoughts work. I was missing big pieces, though. That was obvious.
Did I even remember how we got upstairs?
No.
Yep, this was definitely my fault, so I gave up and moved my hand down to my balls, wrapping my soapy fingers around them and giving them a tug.
There was no reason to even try to hide the moan that escaped, but I made sure to keep my eyes open and I didn’t orgasm, so I was counting it as being good.
Lids up.
No cum shooting out.
I was going to get fucked.
“That’s right. You’re getting them nice and clean so they’re ready if I decide to play with them.” Something in his eyes said he wasn’t planning on it, but he didn’t actually voice the words. “Slowly, slut. How will I know if they’re clean if you rush?”
As I tried to decide if I was being punished, rewarded, or just fucked with, I made my hand slow down and rolled my balls between my fingers. “I’ll...I’ll go slowly.”
Yes, because he was going to bend me over and fuck my brains out. That would be worth torturing myself now. I’d already been hard for a thousand years...what was a few more minutes?
Slowly.
Slowly.
“Good boy, slut.” Nodding, Master looked pleased and it took me entirely too long to realize how dangerous that was. “Now your hole, slut. Slide your fingers back.”
As soon as I figured out what I’d done to end up here...well, I probably shouldn’t make any promises...I’d just end up doing it again anyway.
I was creative but not that smart.
And then there was my self-control.
Yep, I shouldn’t make any promises.