I didn’t even know how those body parts were connected at all but they were.
“Such a good boy.” His pleased tone as he reached out and turned off the shower had me feeling heavy and needy again, but I wasn’t sure what I’d done.
Had I been good because I hadn’t wiggled as he’d rinsed out the conditioner?
Had I been good because I hadn’t come when he’d washed my ass?
Had I been good when I hadn’t pushed his finger deeper inside me?
Oh, maybe when I hadn’t asked him to tug on my balls like the character in the last book I’d read had liked so much?
No…I was pretty sure that thought had stayed inside my head.
I really hoped it’d stayed inside my head but the smirk on his face was making me question that.
“Thank…thank you, Sir.” Yes. I was going to keep responses simple if I didn’t know what I’d done right.
“Such good manners.” He kissed my cheek sweetly, but it didn’t match the wicked sparkle in his eyes. “I’m so glad we’re going to start with a reward.”
Reward?
Start?
How would we end?
I swallowed hard to try to get the words out, but my mouth was too dry and I couldn’t make it and my brain work at the same time. They were alternating back and forth and it was maddening, but there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it.
“Let’s get you dry so I can have fun.” His talk of rewards and fun were sending mixed signals and I couldn’t remember any longer how our conversation had started. Hadn’t I been getting a reward? Maybe he’d been the one getting rewarded? Was I getting punished?
He’d definitely spanked me because one cheek was aching just enough to distract me, and if he didn’t even it out, I was going to go insane.
“I…I like following the rules and being a good mate.” Yes. The rules for being a good mate and being a good partner were slightly different but I was smart and it wasn’t complicated as long as my brain was fully engaged.
Mine was not fully engaged at the moment.
“What…” He tripped it up again as he wrapped a towel around me and ran one end over my hair. “What do I need…”
No.
That wasn’t right.
“What can I do to please you?” Yes. He was in charge, so he needed to be the one to clearly lay out his expectations.
How had I forgotten that?
Oh.
He liked that.
His sound was somewhere between a sigh and a moan, but his eyes lit up and I knew I’d done something right.
What had I said?
He was so distracting and once I could think I was going to make that very clear.
Once I could think.
Once he…once he did something.
