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 paused when I got to Finley’s bedroom door. The lights were off as they should be, because it was long past the time I gave him for going to bed. The door wasn’t closed tightly, though; it was opened just a crack, and I found myself slipping inside, going to his bedside, and looking down at him.
He had the blinds open, the moon shining in the room. He lay on his side, curled in a ball, and he was…incredible, as I’d always known he was. His skin looked soft, unblemished and smooth, and his face almost boyish, but with strong, defined cheekbones. And that halo of blond hair…which he so very much loved for me to pet. It was something I loved too.
There was a bottle of lube and a dildo on his nightstand, and I wanted to wake him, wanted to tell him I owned him and his orgasms were mine. That he was not to come unless I said he could. But I hadn’t allowed myself that kind of control over him, had I?
So instead, I turned to leave. I made it two steps before there was a soft, “Aidan?”
I paused, took a deep breath, then turned to him. “Someone is being very naughty right now. You’re not supposed to be awake.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to follow the rules, but I couldn’t sleep. Are you angry with me?”
A long sigh escaped my lips. I set the water on his nightstand and ran my fingers through his hair. “No, precious boy. I’m not mad at you.” If I wasn’t mistaken, I was angry with myself. Tonight had felt…wrong.
“Will you lie with me?” It wasn’t something we had done in bed, except the one time I’d spanked him, but I found myself nodding regardless.
Finley scooted over and lifted the blanket. I climbed in beside him and lay on my back.
“Will you hold me, Sir? Please?” Without me having told him, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Finley knew where I had been tonight, that I had been with someone. The wrongness of it settled in my chest. It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. These were the terms we had agreed upon, but the night was like a heavy weight around my shoulders.
“I will,” I told him, opening my arms for him. He was still on his side and tossed a leg over me, rested his head in the crook of my arm, and buried his face inside my armpit.
We lay there for one moment after another. His cock was hard against my hip, and mine throbbed behind the fly of my jeans. Finley nuzzled in deeper, breathing me in. He took comfort in my scent, which made the Dominant in me roar…want to claim.
And then…then he quietly began to cry, and everything inside me raged against this kind of tears. I was supposed to care for him, protect him, not hurt him, not in this way.
I shushed him and kissed the top of his head, squeezed him tighter against me. “It’s okay. I’m here,” I said softly.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s not cheating because we’re not in a relationship, and it’s something you told me you would do from the start, but…”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I do. I should have known it would hurt you. That wasn’t my intent, but intent doesn’t matter. I failed you tonight, and it’s me who’s sorry, okay?”
“I—”
“Shh. Your Sir is speaking,” I chided. “Nothing else is changing between us, but this, what I did tonight, I won’t do that again, okay?” It went against my better judgment, but I also couldn’t hurt him this way. And I hadn’t been fully in the scene with Les either, which wasn’t fair to him. I’d known from the start it felt wrong for me.
“Yes, Sir. But what if you need—”
“I’ll worry about myself. You just be a good boy and keep doing as you’re told.” But it was a good question. There was no end in sight to what we were doing, and I couldn’t be celibate forever.
“Yes, Sir,” Finley replied, burrowing himself into me farther. “I love the way you smell. It makes me feel safe. I know I said that before, but yeah, just wanted you to know.”
“While you’re mine, I’ll always protect you.” I hadn’t done that tonight, and I wouldn’t allow myself to do it again.
“I know. Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes,” I replied simply, petting his head until he fell asleep…and maybe long afterward.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Finley
Time passed by in this sort of whirlwind. I was happier than I’d ever been, more fulfilled than I’d ever been, even though there was more I wanted too. Sometimes I felt greedy for not being completely satisfied. Aidan took such good care of me. He was different with me than others—somehow I knew that. Even small things were changing, little things like sitting around the table and playing cards or board games. We’d begun spending time like that together, and honestly, I couldn’t imagine seeing Aidan do those things with others.