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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“I hope you do that with me one day; not a lot…but some, and not just for punishment, but for pleasure.”

“Finley,” I warned, even though I wanted the very same thing.

“I know you won’t, but I’m allowed to wish it, right?”

I sighed. “You’re allowed. I’m going to go inside and get our table. Don’t touch yourself, and stay out here until your erection is gone, then meet me inside.”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied without looking at me.

With maybe a little more pressure than I needed to, I gripped his chin and turned him so he was looking at me. He trembled, so I pressed just a little harder, giving him a taste of what he wanted. “You still didn’t ruin our day, okay?”

“I… Thank you. I don’t want to ruin this day. I love it.”

“We haven’t done anything yet.”

“I still love it,” he replied, and I nearly trembled myself. The things this little warrior did to me, and I didn’t think he knew it. He’d captured me in ways I never thought myself capable of being captured. I wiped the tears under his right eye with my thumb, then pushed it into his mouth, and he dutifully sucked it. When I brushed the ones under his left eye, he opened his mouth again, but this time, I sucked them from my own finger.

He smiled at me as if I’d given him the damn sun, and I took that as my cue to go inside before I did something I couldn’t take back.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Finley

It took almost ten minutes before my erection went down. It had killed me not to jack off. I was so turned on by the way Aidan spoke to me, the things he said, and the control he had over me. It was as if he’d cast some spell over me…which wasn’t something he wanted, so maybe I’d cast an Aidan spell over myself? Whatever it was, it was there, and as I sat in the car and waited, I decided I was going to work hard to be better, to serve him and please him so well, that eventually he would want all of me. And in that I would be fulfilled because nothing made me feel as content as pleasing Aidan did.

He was waiting in a booth toward the back, with chips and salsa in front of him. I sat across from him.

“I ordered you a root beer. I know you like it, but only one. Soda isn’t good for you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Root beer was my favorite, and he knew. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t order food yet.” He was browsing the menu, but I didn’t pick mine up.

“Can I just get whatever you get?”

He looked over his menu and cocked a brow at me. “Yes,” he answered simply.

The waiter approached, and Aidan ordered us each chicken fajitas with no guacamole or sour cream. The waiter took our menus and disappeared.

“How was class today?”

“Good. Well…not math. I hate it. I’m really bad at it. My English class is great, though. I love my professor. He told me I’m a good writer.”

Aidan smiled proudly, which made me feel proud of myself.

“That’s very good. I’d like to read something you wrote if you feel comfortable.”

“Really?” I wasn’t totally sure if I felt comfortable with it or not. I wanted Aidan to only see the best in me, and while my professor did say I was a good writer, I didn’t know if I believed it.

“Of course, Finley. Think about it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And if you need help with your math, let me know.”

“I will…but I want to try and do it all myself. You know, to prove I can. If that’s okay.”

He cocked his head slightly and took a moment to reply. I felt his stare to my core, like he was looking for answers inside me. Aidan always did that, and he was very good at it. Finally, he replied, “Yes, it’s okay. That’s a noble goal, and I’m proud of you for it. But just know the offer is there, and it’s brave to be able to ask for help if you need it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

We chatted more about my classes. He asked about the people I met and how I felt about what I was doing. He listened intently to every one of my answers. When I finished my root beer, the waiter asked if I’d like another. I declined and asked for water. When he left, Aidan said, “Good boy,” and I felt it. My heart soared at the praise.

We continued to chat as we ate. Stupid thoughts flowed through my head. I wondered if the waiter thought Aidan and I were boyfriends, which obviously I wished he did. Aidan was my Sir, but I wanted him to be my lover and my boyfriend too. I wanted Aidan to claim me in every way it was possible to be claimed.


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