A low moan escaped as he nodded and stretched out on the bed obediently. Trailing my fingers over his torso, I teased the faint hairs at the top of his chest. “Hands behind your head, spread your arms out.”
When he was tantalizingly displayed for me, I nodded and pinched one nipple. “Good boy.”
His body jerked as the pain flashed through him and the tented sheet shifted, making it even more clear he wasn’t wearing anything under the fabric. “What are you going to work on this morning?”
It wasn’t the question he was expecting, so I could almost see his brain scrambling to change gears. “I…I have to work on a romance that’s almost done. I need to finish the last sex scene before I wrap it all up. I should’ve worked on it last night, but I got distracted.”
He’d been productive, so I probably shouldn’t fuss at him. I was there to keep him on track this morning. Trailing my fingers slowly down his chest and stomach, I teased his skin right at the edge of the sheet. “Is it a slow, romantic love scene or is it hot and sexy?”
With his books it could be both, but some of his love scenes went beyond hot into explosive.
He made a needy sound that gave it away. “Hot.”
I pinched the edge of the sheet and slowly started easing it down his legs. “I think the best way to help you stay productive today is to make sure you’re…in the right mood to write the scene.”
Desire rolled off him in waves, but I could see questions in his eyes. His body liked the idea of being tortured with pleasure, but he was smart enough to wonder what I was going to do. I liked smart men. They turned into a puddle of need and passion when you finally managed to blow their minds.
He swallowed several times before he spoke. “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your help.”
As the sheet finally puddled on his thighs, baring his erection, I could see precum making the tip shiny and deliciously lickable. Tracing a finger along his cock and over the tip, I smiled as he shook and arched up into my touch. “Naughty boy.”
He made a frustrated sound as he pressed his hips down into the bed. “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just…you’re…”
It was just that I was teasing him and playing with his dick before he’d even gotten out of bed. And his brain was still fuzzy and filled with whatever naughty dreams had made him this hard. “I’m just trying to help my boy…my sexy boss who needs to get work done.”
He gave a frustrated groan, nodding. “Thank you.”
Chuckling, I swirled my finger through the precum and brought it to his lips, tracing over them almost like it was lipstick. “We’re going to keep you nice and hard this morning so you have all the juice you need to write that passionate scene.”
His eyes widened as he licked his lips, flicking his tongue out to caress my finger before I pulled away. “I don’t think that will be a problem, Sir.”
“Very good.” Still teasing his cock, I jerked my head toward the bathroom. “You’re going to get a quick shower and then put on your sweats. I’m going to get coffee and a few things ready for you, then I’ll let you start to write.”
He bit back another moan as he gave me a questioning look…he knew there was a but coming…
“And if you’re good and get your words in this morning, I might let you come before I leave today.” Sliding my hand down, I gripped the base of his dick tightly. “But if you’re not focused and you don’t get your words in, I’m not sure you’ll deserve a reward.”
He let out a ragged breath, nodding. “I understand. I have to earn my reward.”
“That’s right.” I loosened my hold and started the gentle caresses again. “Now, I expect you to get clean and to keep this nice and hard, but do not play with your dick. Your imagination should be good enough to keep you ready for me.”
Dakota’s breathing was fast and I could feel the tension in his body, but he nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir. I won’t play with it, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I went down to just one finger swirling around the head of his erection. “If I think you’re dawdling just to play with yourself, I’m going to have to lock this up until I’m