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 cupped his cheek, brushed my thumb beneath his eye. “Yes, I enjoy that too. Knowing you’re open enough to me to do so, that I’m laying you bare is… It’s a beautiful gift, Finley.”
“I like it too.”
“Good boy. And bondage?”
“I’d be interested in that as well.”
“I don’t do a lot of rope work. If that’s what you’re interested in, we’ll have to find someone else. David maybe…”
“You’re going to let other people use me?”
“Is that something you want? Something that’s a possibility? It doesn’t have to be sexual, but if you have a need I don’t have the experience to provide, I’d like to be in control in how you get it.”
“I…I don’t know.”
“We’ll put it on the back burner for now and readdress it later. But cuffs and things I can give you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you have an issue with fluids? I don’t do blood play, but what about spit?”
“I like that.”
“Just on your hole? What if I want to spit on your face or in your mouth?”
He grinned and shifted. “I, um…I think I would like that.”
“I enjoy cum play too—obviously, since I make you eat it—but I might do other things with it.”
“Yes, I’m good with that.”
“Watersports?”
His eyes darted down, and his face brightened like a tomato.
“There’s no shame here, Finley, remember that. Don’t ever be ashamed of what you desire.”
His eyes met mine again. “I guess it depends on what we’re doing with it? I want…I want to like, hold your cock when you pee. The thought of that does all sorts of things to my head. Like I’m there to serve your every need that way. You’re too powerful to even be bothered to handle your own dick to take a leak. I want to serve you that way, but I don’t think I want to drink it or anything…but it would be hot if maybe you wanted to do it on me sometime? Just to see if I like it? I mean, as a sort of marking your territory thing. That makes my brain go crazy in a good way too.”
His gaze fell, so I petted his head, rubbed my fingers through his hair. “You’re doing so well. You’re being very good, so open and honest like a good boy should be.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. What about orgasm denial and chastity?”
“Yeah, I’d like that. Not all the time, but sometimes.”
“I enjoy orgasm denial too, and some chastity play, but I don’t do that long term either. You have a beautiful cock, and I don’t plan to shrink it.”
His eyes went wide, as if that surprised him. He likely hadn’t known that was a thing.
From there we went through toys and a few other things before I asked, “Is there anything else you want to share with me? Something I didn’t mention that’s important to you?”
“I, um…I want to have your cock in my mouth more. Even when I’m not sucking it. Like if we’re watching TV, I want to be told to hold it in my mouth…or in bed and stuff too? Like when I slept between your legs last night. I’d love to be able to nurse your cock while I did that.”
My dick twitched behind my shorts, definitely liking that idea. “Okay. You can be my little cock warmer—oh, that reminds me, what about name-calling and humiliation?”
He nodded. “Not all the time, but sometimes. I want to feel like I’m your slut or your cock warmer.”
“Good. I think we have a strong list to start with.” I chuckled. “You are an absolute treat, precious boy. Thank you for all you give me.”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you. You’re my Sir, and I want to belong to you.”
“You do,” I replied, my voice rough.
“There’s one more thing…” I signaled for him to continue, and he did. “I want to crawl more for you. When we’re home and I’m not cleaning or cooking and such. I want to be on my knees more often, outside of just kneeling. It’s like…I almost feel the strongest when I’m on my knees. Do you think that’s weird?”
“No, definitely not weird.” I brushed the back of my hand across his cheek. “I would like that very much, but I’m going to give you a job to do, then. You’re to schedule someone to come in and carpet the downstairs, all except for the kitchen and dining room. We’ll get more rugs for those. I want a high-quality carpet, something thick and comfortable that won’t be as hard on your knees.”
“What? You can’t carpet your downstairs just for me!”
My hand shot out, and I slapped him. Finley gasped, reaching up and touching his cheek. I hadn’t hit him hard, but it was definitely enough to catch his attention.
“Is it your place to tell me what I can and can’t do to my own home?”