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)
“No, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I just…don’t feel like my stupid knees are worth spending all that money.”
“It’s my job to decide what’s worth it and what isn’t. It’s your job to obey.”
“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want.”
“Good boy.” I lowered his hand from his face and caressed him. “That was okay?” I asked, since it was the first time I’d done something like that to him. It was important that he be completely honest with me as we figured out his limits.
“Yeah…it, um…it got my dick hard.”
“The slap?” It was something that sounded sexy in theory but wasn’t always something people liked.
“Yes.”
“Go upstairs to my room. Take off your clothes, kneel beside the bed, and wait for me.”
“Yes, Sir!” Finley practically sang before shoving to his feet and running eagerly for the stairs.
I took a couple of deep breaths, acknowledging that this boy was going to change everything.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Finley
I was so excited, I worried my heart might bust its way straight out of my chest. I had no idea what Aidan had planned, but whatever it was, I knew I wanted it. And he was having me in his room, not mine, which made me soar just thinking about it.
I stripped out of my clothes and threw them in the corner before kneeling on the side of the bed, closest to the door. His bed was on the same wall as the entrance, with large windows and the door to the balcony across from it, and his bathroom to the side.
My cock was hard…so hard and red. Precum dripped from my slit and ran down my shaft.
It was likely only about two minutes until Aidan came upstairs, but it felt like an eternity. He was still dressed, and even in something as casual as basketball shorts and a T-shirt, he still looked like some kind of god. His very presence was so dominant, so commanding, but there was always kindness in his eyes, which didn’t take away from the strength in him. When I watched scenes in porn, I never saw the gentle nature in the Dom’s eyes that my Sir had.
“Look at how wet you are. Your cock is leaking all over,” he said as he approached me.
“Is that okay? I thought maybe it was weird.”
He frowned. “It’s very okay, precious boy. It shows me how much you want me.”
My heart was thundering again, excitement and nerves zipping through me, making it hard to sit still. I shifted. It was like my body was buzzing and I didn’t quite know how to control it.
“Hey…it’s okay. You’re doing fine. Focus on me, on pleasing me. You don’t have to be scared, because I’ll always take care of you. And you don’t have to worry about what to do, because I’ll always instruct you. The only thing you need to focus on is doing as your Sir says.” Aidan wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pushed my face into his groin.
I breathed him in, rooting my nose around, wished he were naked so I could smell him better and feel the rough hair of his pubes against my face, but this helped. Just being controlled by him and sniffing him helped.
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” he replied, then slapped me. I gasped, shocked, desperate. I wanted to ask him to do it again but knew I shouldn’t. “Take off my shorts and underwear. And next time you remove your clothes, I want them folded. Set them on the chair if we’re in my room or yours. If we’re somewhere else, you may improvise, but I want them folded.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He removed his shirt, folded it, and tossed it to the chair. I slid his shorts down his legs, doing the same with them and trying not to allow myself to get hypnotized by his cock. It was… I thought maybe it was the most beautiful dick in the world.
“We’re going to do this slowly. I want you to take your time, to focus on my pleasure…on taking me deep because it’s what I desire. You’ll need to work hard to relax your throat, and I promise, I’ll only give you as much as you can handle, even if you feel like you can’t—trust me. If your mouth is full of cock and you can’t speak, tap my right thigh three times to stop, left thigh to slow down. If you can speak, use red and yellow, like we discussed before. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly. God, why was I freaking out? This was exactly what I’d always wanted.
“I’ll pay attention to your reactions as well. If I notice you struggling in the wrong way, I’ll stop. Are you okay? Still with me?”
“Yes, I just… I want to be good for you. I want to serve you well.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that was the root of my fear. Not Aidan or this. Never this. It was only that I wouldn’t be good enough for him or that I wouldn’t do this well. I wanted so very badly to please him.