Chapter 16
Rohan
Knox’s brain seemed to be absolutely scrambled judging by the slightly insane ramblings that were escaping and the wide-eyed look he was giving me. I’d have questioned what I was doing, but anytime I stopped giving him directions he just stopped functioning.
So no, I was making the right call even if I was fucking with him.
Him standing under the spray muttering about all the ways I could fuck him wasn’t helpful in the slightest.
And it wouldn’t get him fucked, so I was actually doing him a favor.
“I...” Blinking a few times, he finally released his balls and tried to pull his hand away.
“No.” The sternly delivered word had his dick jumping again. “That’s not what you were told. Clean your hole, slut.”
Knox shivered but seemed fairly steady, so I didn’t worry about him slipping. “I was going to be good. I promise. I was just going to...”
He waved his hand and mimed putting it behind his back, clearly not having the words to explain the situation. “I was going to...Yes, I was being good.”
He had no brains left whatsoever.
What time had he gotten up?
I was going to have to put a bell on him to make sure I knew when he was sneaking out of the bed in the middle of the night.
“That wasn’t the order.” Keeping my expression blank and edging toward asshole, I raised one eyebrow. “Between your legs, slut.”
He had no issue with fucking himself on his fingers for me but something about sliding his hand between his legs seemed wicked to him. I wasn’t sure if it was a Knox thing, a brains are weird thing, or a naughty author with a wicked imagination thing, but no matter which, I loved his reaction.
His cock looked like it was screaming for attention and even started leaking precum, but it was his whine and his adorable, almost embarrassed look that had me getting even harder. “I could just...I won’t...I’ll be good. I’m already clean.”
Because he’d been up for fucking hours.
“This is more for my enjoyment than because I doubt your cleanliness, slut.” Not that he’d have safeworded over getting clean for me. I’d read the naughty boy’s limits lists very carefully and that was not something he’d protest over.
“But Master...” He found something about it wonderfully humiliating and it looked like his orgasm was ready to explode out of him.
Knox’s poor dick looked exhausted by how long it’d already been hard.
“Is making me wait a good idea?” Before he could do more than shake his head, I continued to fuck with him. “Is arguing with me a good idea?”
That got me a whine instead of real words. But he hunched over and his hand slid back between his thighs, and I knew the minute he breached that tight ring of muscles because he moaned and had to work at keeping his eyes open. “Master...”
“Fuck yourself, slut. I’m watching, and don’t forget—you want to give me a good show if you want my dick hard enough to fuck you.” He was going to explode and then crash in exhaustion again. But he was living for the orgasm, so his hand started moving faster. “That’s much better.”
Making sure he could see the passion I was feeling on my face, I nodded slowly as he fucked himself harder. “Good boy. That’s what I wanted to see. Now add a second. I want to see how much you love the burn.”
He tried to pout and shake his head, but the way his brows pulled together and he moaned said I was right. “I’ll...I should...”
Whatever he was going to say was lost as his fingers started pounding into his body faster. I didn’t think it would be enough stimulation on its own to make him come, but when his hips started rocking and his fuzzy-brained look got even stronger, I knew I shouldn’t test his self-control.
“All done. Now turn around and bend over to make sure that needy little hole is all clean.” He tried to pout and frown, possibly thinking he looked frustrated, but it just came across as adorably grumpy and slightly embarrassed.
“I should...I was...” He’d have kept trying to justify playing with himself until he figured out a way to come, but I gave him another are you kidding stare and twirled one finger. “Yes, Master.”
The pink in his cheeks didn’t look like it was because of the heat of the shower, and it only got worse as he turned around and bent over, aiming his ass at the hard spray. His moan and the hard-on that was waving around said he was still enjoying the scene, though.
His sounds were pure erotic need and absolutely magical, but my favorite part was the way his hips started to twitch like he was working on finding the right position to get an orgasm that way.
He was such a sexy little slut.
“If you come like that, you’ll go right in the cage.” For a split second, I could tell he was wondering if it’d be worth it but then logic caught up with him and at least some part of his brain remembered being fucked would be a much better orgasm.
I could see it in the way he widened his eyes and pouted, aiming for an innocent expression he could never pull off when he was humping my shower. “I wouldn’t do that, Master. I...I want your dick too much to be naughty.”
Laughing would not have been the right reaction for the scene but he was fucking adorable. “Well, I believe you want my dick.”
And to prove it, I grabbed it through my clothes and gave it a squeeze, getting a needy moan from my naughty author.
“But I think you’d misbehave in a heartbeat if you thought you’d get away with it.” If any man could have multiple orgasms, Knox was it. “I’m not going to let you, though.”
He couldn’t decide what to say to that and went back to his default response. “Yes, Master.”
Rolling my eyes, I flicked my finger up. “Stand. You’re still trying to orgasm.”
He’d say it was an accident and would still want to be fucked, and I’d eventually win the argument, but he’d pout about being punished with the cage. Yep, not worth all the drama when I could just make sure he was a good boy.
Knox knew I was right, that flashed over his face and he couldn’t hide it, but that didn’t mean he’d obey quickly. “Yes...Yes, Master.”
I’d never seen a human move more slowly, but I helped him along and walked over to turn the water off. Yep, there was no point in being dramatic once the nice pounding had stopped. Letting out a deep breath as he finished straightening, he hunched his shoulders. “Thank you, Master.”
Adorable.
“You’re welcome.” He was right on the edge of getting another question about if he wanted to be punished, but he pulled his drama back just in time. “Thank you for being a good boy, slut. I’m looking forward to using your ass.”
He loved the total dick type of comments, shivering as his cock jumped again, but it was the romantic expression that flashed over his face for a moment that really gave it away. “I’m glad, Master. Thank you.”
Every time I thought he couldn’t get cuter, he did.
He also got more insane...but that was fun too.
“We just need to get you ready first.” Scanning my gaze down his body like I was studying a new car, I nodded slowly. “Yes, we need to make sure I can thoroughly enjoy you.”
And his scrambled brains were back.
I wasn’t sure if he was imagining all the different ways that could go or if his brain had stopped altogether, but he was just blinking at me with a dazed expression. But, broken or not, he was dripping wet and still very hard, so it felt like we could still move in our planned direction.
Picking up a clean towel off the rack, I waited a second before I started drying him. I wasn’t expecting pushback or a safeword, but I was doing my best to watch his reactions closely...well, reactions and nonreactions.
Hmm, was dumbfounded a reaction?
Nope, I was going to end up as distracted as Knox if I wasn’t careful.
Pushing back my wandering thoughts, I ran the towel over his head and chest before working on the rest of him. By the time I’d done his legs and worked my way back up to his still hard cock, he was blinking and staring down at me...or maybe his erection, it was kind of hard to tell.
“You’re being very still. You’re such a good boy, slut.” The praise went right to both heads, so I was careful not to tease him too much.
I wanted him to come when I was buried deep inside him and I didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. We hadn’t actually planned out the scene, so I wasn’t sure if he realized how long he’d been edged.
That, along with the exhaustion, went a long way in explaining how hard it was for him to think.
“Thank you, Master.” When that was all I got, I knew that at the very least he was tracking some of what I’d said.
“You’re welcome.” Rising, I hung up the towel and took his hand, wanting to make sure he knew what he should be doing...following me. “Let’s get you ready.”
For my dick.
Nodding, Knox walked carefully with me but he spent most of his working brains studying his dick and looking at my groin. Sex was still the main thing on his mind, but at some point I was going to have to figure out what was so fascinating.
He was so distracted by his own thoughts, he didn’t notice my grabbing the hand lotion on the bathroom counter as we walked back into the bedroom until I set it on the nightstand. “Up on the bed. Head down, ass up. I want you in a good pounding position.”
Knox sighed and looked at me like it was the nicest thing I’d ever said to him.
But since most of our conversations ended up being about sex or gremlins, it might’ve been...no, I’d cleaned his kitchen. That was definitely nicer and probably more romantic to the adorable nut.
“Yes, Master.” That was all I got but he smiled and seemed to process the conversation because he climbed on the bed, positioning himself perfectly. “Yes, a good pounding position.”
Was he talking to himself or me?
Deciding it didn’t matter, I quickly stripped off my clothes and put the lube and a condom in reach. Once his head was cleared of exhaustion and gremlins, we’d have a talk about a few things, condoms being one of them.