The words hit me in a strange way and coiled an odd bubbly, happy feeling in my chest. I nodded, and sleepy pleasure washed through me along with a punch of bliss. I cried out, bucked against him, and was stunned as I unloaded cum into my boxers. I gasped and writhed underneath him as each contraction hit my cock.
Stormy gaped down at me, his pretty pink lips all I could focus on. “Did you just blow your wad?”
My cheeks flushed hot, and I nodded, flexing my thighs around his waist. “Yeah.”
He clicked his tongue at me, shaking his head. “Oh, Pookie pie, you don’t get it yet. You’re supposed to be pleasing your Mister, not yourself.” His voice hardened, and I became a statue under him, my muscles locked in place. “Get up. You’re in for it now.”
He lifted off me, and I tried to scrabble at his shoulders with my numb hands to keep him close because he was still hard and hadn’t shot yet, and I craved the weight and heat of his excited cock pushed against mine, even if I had come already. He booped my nose with his finger as he gave me a pretend scowl—I hoped, anyway—and I let him go. I didn’t like him being upset with me, and while I was a people pleaser from way back, it was unsettling to realize how much I wanted him smiling and happy with me. When had that happened?
“Out,” he said, his voice low, and then he crawled off the bed to stand at the side with his arms crossed. His cock pushed out the front of his pajamas in a way that should have been funny, and I did smile, but mostly it only made me want to strip his pants down to see what I was missing out on.
“I could….” I nodded at his groin.
He rolled his eyes and swiped his hand through his platinum hair. “Now you care? Get out of the bed.”
I rolled to the edge and scrambled to my feet, heart racing. “Strip the sheets,” he ordered, and I stared, mesmerized, as his hand drifted down and he gave himself a squeeze, the fabric stretched across his cockhead an odd, delicious tease of what I knew was underneath. “Now.”
“Why—”
“Listen, or you’ll be in for a real punishment,” he snapped, and my heart dropped. The lines around his mouth let me know I’d actually reached the end of his patience, and maybe this wasn’t as much of a little slap-and-tickle game as I’d imagined.
“Yes, Mister.”
His frown smoothed out and he nodded. Guilt tangled in my stomach with the remains of the easy pleasure I’d had earlier, and I turned and stripped the top and bottom sheets off the bed. My cooling spunk had me wriggling around in discomfort, and he slapped my ass lightly and laughed. “Don’t forget the pillowcases.” He made no move to help, only stretched and yawned as I shook out the pillows, and once the cases were piled on top of the sheets, he slipped his hand into his pants to fist his hard cock with a wink and then strolled toward the bedroom door. “This way.”
I followed him with the armload of bedding to a small laundry room off the kitchen. He had a red stacked washer and dryer, and I stared at them in horror.
“You do know how to do laundry?”
“Uh….”
His lips thinned, and I wasn’t sure if he was trying not to laugh but suspected that to be the case. “Pookie?”
“Sort of.” That wasn’t a lie and wouldn’t make me sound stupid. His lips twitched again, so maybe I was wrong and sounded exactly like a raging idiot.
“Well, put everything in the washer.” He was nice enough to open the door of the front loader for me, which was good because I hadn’t been sure which was which.
Concerned I was already fucking up this morning, I did as Stormy asked, and when I was done, spun back around to face him, hoping beyond hope I’d be able to drag this back into the realm of fun we’d had last night. We hadn’t fucked at the end of the night, but he’d seemed happy enough with me as we fell asleep together. He shook his head in a measured way, like he was trying not to be upset with my astounding idiocy. Humiliation swept me and my face burned.
“Um, now what?”
“Anything else need to go in there? Anything you made a mess of already?” He flicked his gaze to my crotch and then back up with a small smile.
I glanced down my body and pulled at the sticky patch in my pants. There was a wet spot on the front of the pajamas that must have seeped through while I was walking out here. The back of my neck heated. “You know there is.”
“Mm-hmm. Strip. Toss it all in. Then start the load. Soap’s in there.” He waved vaguely at the cabinets to my right as he leaned back against the wall and slid down his pants. My mouth watered as his pretty cock curved up and he took hold of himself, stroking lazily while he watched me. “Now, Pookie. Chop, chop. You might get to be a spoiled houseboy, but your Mister has things to do this morning,” he said, and this time there wasn’t any amusement in his tone.
Shame curled me forward and I stared at the floor for a few seconds. There was no good reason for me to be embarrassed. My situation wasn’t new, and Stormy had seen me naked many times—along with who the fuck knew how many other men—but as I lifted my shirt under his shrewd gaze, heat washed over me. I took a rough breath as I tossed the shirt into the washer and hesitated as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the pajama pants.
“Those too. Don’t be shy,” he said with a laugh, and he picked up the pace with his hand. His breathing sped.
It was difficult to look at him as I slid my pants and boxers down, but at the same time I wanted to see him fuck his fist. I gave myself a wipe with the dirty laundry that didn’t do nearly enough to get rid of my cum and then tossed everything in the washer. When I stole another glance at him, he was jerking himself faster.
“What else did I tell you to do?” He flashed me an amused smile.
Fuck, the soap.I opened and closed cupboard doors until I found the bottle of laundry detergent. I wasn’t sure how much to use, so I dumped some in on the clothes. He laughed, and my shoulders stiffened. “What?” I demanded as irritation blazed alive inside me. “You could tell me I’m fucking up before I do it.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not your brain. You could have read the bottle if you didn’t know what you were supposed to do, instead of being a macho man and pretending you’re fine.”
