“I need to see it,” he says suspiciously.
“Who do you think is going to help me?” I ask, smirking. “If he’s a very good boy, he’ll get to suck your cock.”
“I don’t think it’s a punishment to suck my dick,” he grumbles.
“That’s why you’re the reward,” I reply, finishing my purchase and choosing the fast delivery option. “Avoid the pack bathroom like the plague for now while Rhodes is in there. Oh, shit. Let me check something. I think our couches are supposed to come today.”
“You can’t spank someone with people moving furniture,” Koen says sagely, amused.
“I refuse to let them ruin my fun,” I retort.
I call the company and confirm they’re not coming till tonight. The small couch we rented in the interim will work for now. It can go back tomorrow, and we’ll be closer to making the house a home.
“We don’t have to travel for a couple of weeks. Are you going to decorate your nest?” I ask him, getting comfortable.
“I want to,” he admits. His supplies were delivered, but he hasn’t gotten very far yet in putting it together. He also won’t allow us to help either.
“Do you want Rhodes and I to help with the furniture?” I ask tentatively.
“I think I want to paint the walls first,” he says. “I need to wait for them to dry before I can set up furniture.”
“That’s fair,” I agree. “It’s kind of dark in there though. Do you need more light?”
“I love it,” he says quickly. “I may need help with the light I bought, though. I’m not sure if there's electricity for it.”
“Tell me when you’re ready for it, and I’ll call an electrician,” I say easily.
Koen and I talk for the next two hours, and Rhodes arrives right when I told him to. My new toys are on the arm of the couch, along with my other tools, and I bite my lip in appreciation of how good he looks.
Rhodes always manages to test the patience of a saint, but fortunately I’m not one. My cock swells with desire, testing the limits of my sweats instead as he sashays into the room. He’s wearing a pair of platform heeled boots that go over his knees, a black zip up fishnet vest top with buckles, and a thigh harness.
My mouth goes dry because Rhodes skipped the panties. Holy fuck.
It’s over the top, slutty as hell, and Koen’s intake of breath says he’s also very affected.
“Do I pass inspection, Daddy?” Rhodes asks, raising his brow.
There’s no smile, just a very smug expression of someone who knows he just made a very successful entrance.
“I’m not sure,” I say, pretending to be bored. “I think I need a closer look.”
Rhodes walks until he’s in front of me, grunting as I grab his very generous cock and use it to maneuver him where I want. Koen is standing beside us with wide eyes as I lay Rhodes over my spread thighs, and then promptly zip tie his wrists behind his back.
My fingers ghost over my naughty alpha’s back, enjoying his shiver as he relaxes across my thighs. This is a place where he’s safe, and he knows it. His cheek lays on the couch cushion, while his heels push his ass up in the air.
Squeezing the flesh of his ass, I pull on a glove and pour lubricant over his hole. The glove is only so I’ll be able to grip the whip later, but I want to prepare him to take the large plug in his ass first.
I’m not gentle though as I push three fingers into his slutty asshole.
“Mmm. Your pussy likes it when I play here, doesn’t it?” I growl, letting the rumble play over his skin. “Fuck. You’re just loose enough. Did you play with your hole while you were upstairs, Rhodes? Tell the truth.”
“No,” he moans. “I swear!”
“Another finger, and then you can get your plug,” I croon, grunting as I work a fourth digit into his hole. “That’s it. Did you think you’d make me forgive you for ignoring what I said by being a good boy for me?”
“I wouldn’t…dream of it,” he gasps. “Daddy. Fuck, that feels good. Please don’t…ah. Argh!”
Rhodes loses his grasp of speech as I hit the spot inside of him that makes him wild. His heavy cock rubs against my sweatpants, and I can feel how hard he is. I love my slutty little brat.
