Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I know what day it is.
Yes, Aidan.
It took him a good forty-five minutes to get home, likely due to LA traffic. He came straight into my office and lingered in the door. “Can I come in?”
It was a rule—even when the door was open, he had to ask permission to come inside my office or bedroom. They were my spaces, and I liked having control over whether or when he could enter them. “You may,” I replied, and Finley came inside.
“It feels weird, not doing the shopping today. You didn’t order delivery, did you? I can do it. I promise. It’s not too much.” His voice was slightly panicked, his words rushing out too quickly. It hadn’t occurred to me that he would think I was taking one of his responsibilities away because I didn’t believe he could handle them.
“Come here,” I told him, and he came. “Kneel.”
A breath whooshed from his lungs, and his body relaxed in such a familiar way. I was reminding him he still had his place, and the boy very obviously needed that.
Finley went down to his knees and looked up at me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I cupped his cheek, and he nuzzled into my hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I didn’t realize you would think I was unhappy with you. I just wanted to reward you and give you a break because I’m so very proud of you. I thought we could go have a late lunch and then do the shopping together.”
Finley’s expressive eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes, is that such a surprise?”
“Kind of. You know you, right?”
I tapped my finger against his cheek in warning. “Mind yourself or you’ll be staying home.”
“Please no! Sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”
“Don’t do it again. Is there anything you need to do before we go?”
“No, Aidan.”
“Then come on.” He stood and moved back before I did.
Anytime we went places together, I drove the Audi. When we got outside, he said, “I have to get the list. It’s in my car.” He stumbled a bit, and I reached out to catch him. “Your car, I mean.”
I frowned. “You’ve been driving that car for the past year. I think it’s safe to say it’s yours.” It was already the end of February, and he had moved in the March before.
“Oh my God. You can’t give me a BMW!” he shrieked, and I tensed. Oh no. This wouldn’t do at all.
“I can do what I want, yes? I’m the one in charge here. I was going to let you come tonight, but now I don’t think I will. You’ve earned yourself a spanking instead.”
“Noooo! That’s not fair! I didn’t mean it that way,” Finley whined.
“And now you won’t come tomorrow night either. Would you like to continue?”
I could see his annoyance. He wanted to argue back, but I knew he wouldn’t. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.” He crossed his arms, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Such a spoiled brat you are. Get the list.” I peeked into the car as I walked by. “And I expect this cleaned this week.”
“Yes, Aidan.”
He was quiet as I drove to Santa Monica, to a Mexican restaurant I loved there. Traffic was brutal as always. Finley tapped his finger restlessly against his leg, which meant he had things going on inside that head of his. I waited it out, knowing he would tell me.
We were pulling into the parking lot when he said, “I’m sorry I ruined our day.”
“You’ve already apologized,” I said as I parked. “There’s no need to do it again. And you didn’t ruin anything, boy. I quite enjoy punishing you.”
Finley gasped.
“Why do you sound surprised? Do you think I don’t enjoy turning that little ass red? Knowing I have control to do so? It’s one of my favorite things.”
The only times I touched him when he was naked was when I was giving him a discipline spanking or when I held him as he came down from his punishment or the high of an orgasm, as I talked him through it. It was always his hands when he jacked off or fingered himself, but they moved only on my command.
“I didn’t know… I mean, I can tell you’re hard when you do it, but I wasn’t sure. Can I ask you something?” I nodded, and he continued. “Do you like hurting people? When you have scenes with someone, do you hurt them?”
“When I was active, yes, I did, but I haven’t done that since I told you I wouldn’t. And when I hurt someone, it’s because it’s not a hard limit for them. It’s something they want or a limit they have allowed me to push.”
The bulge in his pants was obvious. Finley squirmed in his seat, and I wanted to tell him to take himself out and make himself come…or shove his head between my legs and make him suck me until I shot down his throat.