Kent was done. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Kobe!” His knife was heavy in his hand.

“Yes?” Kobe appeared with a pair of knitting needles and some red yarn.

“Did you use my knife to cut your yarn and boxes open?”

Kobe’s face turned bright red. “Nooo.”

Kent wasn’t buying it. “You’re lying.” Kobe squirmed. “I’ve told you. You can’t use my carving knives for that. Use scissors.”

“If I do it again,” Kobe walked over with a naughty smirk, “will you punish me?”

His cock perked up. “No.” Kobe pouted. “Leave them alone and I’ll reward you.”

“For how long?” Kobe asked.

“As long as I want.”

Kobe smirked and turned, walking off. “Yes, Sir.” Kobe’s fine ass walked out allowing Kent to let loose his groan. That man would be the death of him.