Chapter 19
Knox
I had bookshelves and a chair and a rug.
Best whatever-we-were ever.
He’d even gotten us ice cream and art for my walls.
Blow jobs for everybody time.
“You take such good care of me, so it’s only fair that I say thank you.” And it would be fun too. “There are a lot of fun ways to show appreciation.”
And since I’d read several books that said thank yous and apologies should always start on the knees, that seemed like as good a place as any to begin.
Rohan was trying to decide if he was going to let me change the plan or not, though, and he frowned. “But I have another chapter. You promised.”
Readers were a pain in the ass sometimes.
“It’s a really good chapter.” He was going to love it and I’d already told him about it. Maybe it was my fault? “And I have that short.”
Shoot.
Yes, this might’ve been my doing after all.
“Okay, new plan.” Yes, I could do this. I was smart when it came to books. “You sit down and try my chair.”
Giving his cheek a quick pat, I bounced away before he could distract me again. “I have a plan. Don’t worry.”
Rohan cocked his head and frowned before he headed over to the chair. “You fascinate me.”
I wasn’t sure why.
He’d been the weird one in our current predicament.
But he’d bought me nice stuff and he’d listened to what I’d wanted...even about the carpet.
Yeah, I was just going to have to be understanding, no matter whose fault it was.
He didn’t seem to understand how strange he was, though, because he kept shaking his head as he sat down. Thankfully, the chair distracted him and he stared at it instead of pouting at me. “This really is a comfortable chair. You’re going to like getting spankings in it.”
“I can’t wait to try it out.” He really was thoughtful. “Thank you for making my office so nice.”
I’d already said that, at least I was pretty sure I had, but it was probably good to mention again. “You remembered everything.”
Had he been taking notes too?
Did he have a notebook somewhere and I hadn’t seen it?
Hmm.
“You’re making me suspicious.” Rohan was back to frowning and thinking that I was the pain in the butt. “Why do you have that expression on your face?”
I was not the pain in the butt.
He was scary smart, though.
Did he know that I’d been planning on looking for the notebook or was he worried I’d figured out how he was remembering everything?
“I’m thinking.” Technically that wasn’t a lie and he knew it judging by how he started frowning more dramatically. But he was also kind of weird because I was pretty sure the whole situation was making him harder. “I’ll stop doing that if it makes you happy, though.”
I didn’t need all the brains I was using at the moment.
Rohan blinked. “You being able to turn off half your brain like some kind of whale honestly would explain a lot.”
“Thanks.” They were really pretty and smart. “You’re sweet.”
He wasn’t in the mood for compliments judging by the way he rolled his eyes. “You are...”
“Fascinating?”
Yes.
“Curious?”
Yes.
“Really good at blow jobs?”
Again, yes.
“Fast when I need to be?”
Yes.
“Got it.” And I’d even remembered to plug in my tablet, so we didn’t have to pause for recharging.
Although breaking for dinner at some point would be important. Ice cream just didn’t last long and blow jobs could be hard work depending on what he wanted while he was reading.
Rohan finally seemed to understand the plan as I walked over. “I get to read the chapters while you’re blowing me?”
“Yes.” I was proud of my multitasking as I talked, frowned at the tablet, and found the file all while walking. “There we go.”
Perfect.
Now my reader was happy and I was going to be able to thoroughly thank him.
“Here’s the new chapter, and then if you click here, the bonus will show up.” Hmm. “But I’m not sure you want to read about murder while I’m sucking on your dick? Is it rude to point that out?”
Should I be telling him how to enjoy his blow job?
“No.” Rohan was shaking his head for some reason. “But it’s weird.”
That was good to know.
Sometimes I ended up being rude just because manners and social rules seemed to change too quickly. The internet was probably to blame since that’d fucked up everything else. But I couldn’t complain too much because I needed it for work.
Without it, I’d have to figure out a real career and no one wanted me in customer service.
“I’m not even going to ask what’s going through your head.
” Rohan went from being confused to dominant so fast he made my head spin.
Tugging on my hand as he took the tablet with his other hand, he eased me down so I was kneeling between his legs.
“It’s time to turn off that curious brain of yours, slut. ”
That sounded like a wonderful plan.
“I’ve used it a lot already today.” Between work, tracking his preferences so I knew what he liked, and picking out art, I was mentally exhausted. “Thank you.”
He really knew how to take care of me and I was starting to wonder how I’d managed to stay alive without him.
Hmm.
Maybe that was how Lori had known something was up?
I wasn’t nearly as close to being dead as I’d been before I’d found Rohan.
“Still too many working brains in that head of yours, slut.” Master stroked my head, moving me closer before reaching down to release the button on his pants. “Hands. Help free my dick. Then you don’t have to think any longer.”
That’d be perfect.
“Yes, Master.” A quick and polite response got me another caress and he pulled his zipper down before I even had the chance to obey. “You’re very good to me.”
He lifted his hips as I eased his pants down just enough to make sure I could free his cock. “Then show me you appreciate me by being a good cockwarmer for a while. I’ll let you know when you need to move.”
“Really?” I was going to get to be his cockwarmer?
“Yes, slut.” Stroking my cheek, he moaned as I freed his dick, slowly caressing it as I helped it escape what must have been a painful prison. “Good boy. You’re going to take as much of me as you can and then you’re going to keep me warm and hard while I enjoy the chapter.”
Master had the best ideas.
“You won’t move or do anything else until I tell you otherwise.” He paused, tilting my face up to make sure I was looking at him as he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Focus, slut. I know you’re hungry for it.”
When my gaze met his, he nodded. “When I’m ready to come, I’ll tell you and then you can get me off. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.” I was his cockwarmer and he’d decide when he was ready to come.
“Good boy.” Bringing my head closer, he widened his legs and shifted his ass forward in the chair. “As much as you can comfortably fit in your mouth, and then you can rest your head on my thigh as long as you’re very still.”
Comfortable fit.
Very still.
“That’s right.” Master made a soft, pleased sound as I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly sank down on it. “You don’t have to think about anything. You’re just keeping me warm and hard.”
Comfortable fit.
Very still.
Warm and hard.
No thinking.
“Settle in and don’t move.” Master made a happy sound as I rested my cheek against his thigh and let his cock rest on my tongue. “Yes, like that.”
As I closed my eyes and did my best to stop thinking of anything else but his cock and his relaxation, he started absentmindedly stroking my cheek and over my head. “I’m going to enjoy this next chapter and your mouth slowly, so you just relax and be a good slut for me while I relax.”
Yes, Master’s good slut.
For a few minutes as he read, his cock felt heavy and I wanted to suck on it and play, but I stayed still and finally just focused on his breathing and the quiet sounds he made as he was reading.
At some points he huffed out a happy sound, others he breathed slowly, but there were times when his whole body seemed to tense.
Those were the good parts...and his favorite parts.
When he finally moaned and his dick throbbed in my mouth, I knew he’d gotten to the end of the chapter and their explosive orgasm. “You’re so good at writing such dirty things, slut.”
His fingers traced over my cheek, rubbing along his cock like he was playing with himself through me. “One more time. That was too good for just one read-through.”
Part of me wanted to moan in frustration but a stronger part sent pleasure coursing through me and had me getting even harder...which I hadn’t thought was possible.
Master made a pleased sound when I barely swallowed, and he went back to caressing my head. “I have the best naughty slut.”
The best.
Yes.
Master’s slut.
Still.
Quiet.
Warm.
I tried to keep my goals at the front of my mind, but they kept trying to float away as my body got heavier. Eventually, I gave up trying to catch them and just let them drift. I didn’t need goals or even thoughts to keep Master’s cock warm.
“Swallow, yes, good boy, slut.” Something about the order made my throat tighten and the heaviness lightened just enough for Master’s words to slowly sink in. “That’s right. Now you can suck.”
Yes.
Sucking.
I was good at sucking.
Moving through the fog, I ignored how hard it was and tightened my lips around him, moaning as I got to suck and take him as deep as I could. Hearing Master’s sexy sounds had my cock throbbing and it felt like shivers were racing through me...or maybe it was him?
His muscles twitched under my hands and his moans got louder as I licked the head of his dick and sank back down again. “Good boy. Yes, such a good cocksucker.”
Master’s praise, even from far away, had pleasure rolling through me and I tried to tell him how good he was to me by taking his cock as deep as I could.
Humming around it as it blocked my throat, I loved the sounds he made and the rough way his fingers were tightening on my head.
“That’s right. My dick is the only thing you need to think about. ”
His dick.
His pleasure.
His moans.
“Faster.” Master’s fingers sent tingly pleasure through me as he started rocking my head, fucking my face faster as I swallowed around him and tried to lick the head every time my lips almost lost him. “My good slut. That’s right. Fucking perfect.”
As his cock throbbed, I hummed around him and fought to take even more of him.
He finally let me as cum filled my mouth and his gasps and curses were the only things I could hear.
When he went boneless under me, I held his softening cock and went back to just keeping it warm.
“You’re the perfect cocksucker, slut. I’m so proud of you. That was a wonderful thank you.”
The praise and the stillness had the fuzzy feeling creeping back over me and it took entirely too long to realize that he’d moved me away from his dick.
As panic set in, he reached down between my legs and grabbed my dick in a rough hold. “No. You only think of me.”
Yes.
I was Master’s cockwarmer.
“Good boy.” He was so proud of me he squeezed my dick harder and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped. “Hump, my slut.”
Yes.
I was Master’s slut.
Thrusting against him was incredible, but pulling back against his tight hold had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. “Are you complaining about getting to come?”
No.
I was...Master was...
Going faster, I let the rhythmic flashes of pain fade into the background as I chased the pleasure that crested between them. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. The fog was inching back and closing in around me as everything in me felt like it would overload.
“Come.” Master’s wonderful order saved me and everything I was feeling escaped in one big rush.
I thought I heard him curse but then the world went fuzzy.
When it started to clear, I was in his lap and I felt like I’d been hit by a train, not an orgasm. It was amazing.
“I really...I...” Shoot. Words were hard.
Master stroked my back, holding me tight. “You can tell me later. You sank hard and fast. Just relax.”
No.
I had to...
There was something...
Yes. There it was.
“I really like thank yous.” Yes, he had to know in case I forgot to tell him later. Sometimes life was distracting. “And I’m hungry.”
That was important too.
Master barked out a laugh and seemed to sink back into the chair. “You’re always hungry.”
Yep.
But he was always going to feed me, so we were a good match.
Whatever we were.