Finding Finley – Desires Unleashed Collection Read online Riley Hart (Finding #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Finding Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
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Finley rolled toward me, wrapped his arm and leg around me, burying his face in my armpit again as I kissed the top of his head and told him how good he was and how proud of him I was. The last thing he said before drifting off to sleep was, “Best birthday ever.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Finley

It was amazing, the fluttery, fuzzy feeling I’d had when Aidan had guided me through our…I wasn’t sure what to even call it. Our scene? Me masturbating? Whatever it was, it had been fucking fabulous. Maybe the best thing that had ever happened to me.

He’d stayed with me for hours. At least, it had felt like hours. Eventually, I felt him slip out of bed. He kissed my temple and rubbed the back of his hand over my cheek as he so often did. He told me I was a good boy and that we would talk the next day.

It was Christmas, and Aidan had to work. I’d gotten up like always and made his coffee and breakfast, basically feeling like I was bursting out of my skin. I wanted to talk about last night. I wanted to know if we would do it again. I wanted to serve him well because he had treated me so very sweetly. He’d made me feel…worthy. Like he owned me, and there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to be owned by Aidan.

“It’s tomorrow,” I said when he finished his breakfast.

Aidan chuckled. “I’m aware.”

“Remember you said—” He held up his hand, and I stopped immediately.

“When I get home from work. I’d like you to treat today as you would any other day. Take care of your responsibilities around the house, make the ham and scalloped potatoes for dinner, but I’d also like you to take a nap—just an hour. Set a clock. Last night was a big night, and you didn’t get much sleep.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, but I really wanted to pout. Ugh. I hated waiting. I’d been waiting for Aidan for like nine months, and even waiting until tonight felt too long.

“Good boy.” He made it all the way to the door before he stopped. “Merry Christmas.”

A grin pulled at my cheeks. “Merry Christmas.”

When Aidan left, I went straight into my day, cleaning and exercising. Afterward, I knew I should shower, but I didn’t want to. Even though the only time Aidan had touched me was to scoop cum off my chest, it felt like I would be washing him and our night away.

And God, I couldn’t believe he wanted me to eat all my cum. I mean, it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen that in porn, and I knew people did it, but it was different to be commanded to eat all my loads. If we had as much sex as I wanted, I’d be eating enough to live off it.

And…now my dick was hard. I jumped in the bed and reached for my lube but then remembered that all my orgasms were Aidan’s now. I grumbled, but I was smiling too. I picked up my phone, thought, and then just said fuck it and sent him a text.

Can I jack off?

No.

No? No?

Please? I’m dying. I’ll think about you when I do it.

No. Do as you’re told. It matters what I want and don’t, correct? I control your orgasms, and I don’t want you to come. You want to please me, which means you’ll obey.

I trembled. Pleasing Aidan was the most important thing.

Yes, Sir.

Grumbling, I got in the shower and washed him off, partly because I was angry with him for not allowing me to jerk off. For a moment I thought about taking myself in hand or slipping my fingers in my ass because really, there was no way Aidan would know. I could blow my load all day and keep it from him…but I didn’t. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to serve him well, which meant I would obey him.

After the shower I lay down for my stupid nap, which I didn’t really want, but fell asleep almost instantly. It was obvious I needed it, and of course he was right. Aidan was always right.

An hour later I woke up. I started the ham, cooking it with Sprite in the pan and brown sugar and pineapple the way my mom used to, which reminded me I’d talked to him about my mom last night, and how good it had felt to share her with Aidan. How had I not known I needed to speak about her, to remember her? But he knew. He always knew.

He was everything, and I so very much wanted to deserve him.

When it was almost time for Aidan to get home from work, I grabbed the cushion he’d gotten for me to kneel on in the kitchen and took it to the entryway. My knees kissed the fabric as I waited for him, my eyes down.


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