Page 17 of Knox's Boy

Knox smiled then, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that made my stomach drop. "I know you will," he said. His hand came up, fingers trailing along my jawline, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, the touch feather-light. "That's why I knew from the first time I laid eyes on you that you were perfect for me."

The praise sent a wave of heat through my body, a flush that started in my cheeks and raced downward. I leaned into his touch, hungry for more, for anything he would give me.

"Please," I whispered against his thumb. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to be good for you."

Knox's eyes darkened further. "So eager," he murmured. "So desperate to please." His thumb pressed harder against my lip, not quite breaching my mouth but suggesting the possibility. "I like that. I like you like this, honest and needy and willing."

He withdrew his hand, and I had to stop myself from chasing the contact. The loss of his touch was so sad, but the promise in his eyes kept me still, waiting.

"First rule," Knox said. "I don’t want to hear more apologies or anything similar. You answer questions honestly and completely. You do not hide or deflect or use that sharp little tongue to distract me. Understood?"

"Yes," I breathed. Then, testing the waters: "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy," he said, and those two simple words sent a jolt of pleasure through me so intense I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"Second rule," he continued, reaching out to trace the collar of the silk pajamas, his fingers running along the edge. "My house, my rules. That means when I tell you to do something, you do it immediately and without question. If you have concerns, you use your colors. Red to stop, yellow to slow down or check in, green to continue. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said, the words coming easier now, feeling right on my tongue.

"Good." Knox stood then, towering over me. “Third and last rule: you won’t cum without permission. While you’re here, your pleasure is mine, your orgasms are mine. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I said, already shaking with desire.

"Now, let's see if you can follow those rules, shall we?"

Chapter 9. Florian

"Get up," Knox commanded. "Go to the bathroom, use it, strip completely, and come back here." His dark eyes held mine, looking for my reaction to this first real test of obedience. I felt a flutter of nervousness in my stomach, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a desperate need to prove myself worthy of his attention. Without hesitation, I slid off the bed, my bare feet hitting the cool hardwood floor.

The bathroom was all gleaming marble and chrome, ridiculously perfect. My reflection stared back at me from the massive mirror above the sink, hair tousled from sleep, eyes wide with anticipation, cheeks flushed pink. For a moment, I just stood there, hands hovering at the buttons of the silk shirt, frozen in sudden self-consciousness.

With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons one by one. The shirt slid from my shoulders, pooling around my feet. The pants followed, my skin prickling with goosebumps in the cool air. I stood naked, staring at myself, at my already hard cock.

It was very hard to pee, being that hard.

Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked back into the bedroom, forcing myself not to cross my arms or cover myself. Knox sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, missing nothing as I approached him. I stopped a few feet away, unsure of where he wanted me to stand.

"Closer," he said, his voice lower now. "Stand between my knees."

I obeyed, stepping into the V of his spread legs. This close, I had to look down at him, but the illusion of height advantage did nothing to shift the power dynamic between us. He was fully clothed, perfectly composed; I was naked, exposed, and already trembling slightly with nervous anticipation.

Knox looked up at me. "I will spank you now.”

When he said that, my stomach churned hard.

He kept going. “Do you know why you'll be punished?” he asked.

I swallowed hard. "For... for how I acted yesterday?"

"Partly," he acknowledged. "But more specifically, for the way you tried to use your body as currency. For offering yourself when you weren't ready. For thinking your only value was in what physical pleasure you could provide, even after breaking down. For not knowing when to stop."

His words cut deep, exposing a truth I hadn't fully recognized myself. I looked away, shame burning hot on my cheeks.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Knox instructed, his tone firm but not unkind. “Do you understand?”

I forced myself to meet his gaze again.

“Answer me.”