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)
“Oh my God.” He buried his face in the pillow, obviously embarrassed.
“I gave you an enema and fucked you, and this has you shy?”
“That did too! The first part. It’s different now, though. We’re not like, doing anything or whatever.”
“Yes, but your body is mine, and I can look at it anytime I want to.”
“Yours,” he replied, thrusting against the mattress. I swatted his ass.
“None of that. Come on.”
“Yes, Sir,” Finley grumbled, but he came, following me into the en suite.
“I need to piss.”
He gave me that happy little grin before holding my cock as I let loose. I thought about what he’d said before, about marking him that way, and damned if my whole body didn’t light up at the thought. When I finished, he shook me off, and I climbed into the tub.
“You’re going to take a bath with me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I wasn’t a bath person, but he was. “Hurry and go so you can join me.”
His dick was hard, so he sat down to piss, angling his cock into the toilet. He washed his hands afterward before climbing between my legs, his back against my chest.
“How are you feeling about last night?” I asked as I ran a washcloth over his chest.
“I’m feeling like the luckiest boy in the world.”
“Give me more than that.”
He nodded, thought, then said, “I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much. It’s like you open me up, let all my deepest desires, fears, wants, and emotions free. Does that make sense?”
“Yes,” I replied, my blood singing at the response.
“You take my mind to this place that only you can find, and you…bring me this peace. These things I knew I needed, but it’s even more because it’s you.”
His words pierced my chest, dug into my skin and bones, down to my soul. “Good boy. That’s what I want to hear. Nothing we did was too much?”
“I want more, Aidan.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. The response wasn’t surprising. “Slutty little sub, aren’t you?”
“For you, yes.”
We didn’t speak for a while then, just enjoyed the bath. Eventually, I washed him, then made him stand as I jerked him off and allowed him to come on my chest. I made him lick it away before drying him and dressing him in comfortable flannels and a tee.
When we got downstairs, I put a pillow on the kitchen chair. “Sit.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I made coffee and cooked breakfast. I made one large plate and gave him the mugs of coffee before leading us to the living room.
“On the floor, please.”
“Yes, Aidan.”
He knelt, and I sat on the couch. I scooped a bite of potatoes on the fork and held it out for him. Finley gasped, then shivered, looking at me adoringly. “Thank you.”
We ate that way, me feeding him a bite before taking one of my own—potatoes, eggs, and bacon. I’d never fed a submissive this way, but I liked doing it for this boy, my boy.
When we finished, he said, “Thank you. I’ve wanted that, for you to feed me. Can I do the dishes?”
“Do you need to?”
He nodded.
“You may.”
Finley cleaned the kitchen, and then we went into my office. He lay on the floor and studied while I checked emails and took care of a few things. Later we had lunch and sunbathed by the pool.
After dinner, I took him to the living room with me. He looked surprised when I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling myself out. I plucked the towel I’d set on the table and laid it out on the couch. “Find a movie to watch.”
“Yes, Sir.” Finley licked his lips. Such a hungry boy for me. He flipped through the options, choosing an action movie.
My dick was soft as I sat down and told him to lie beside me. “I want your mouth on me. You’ll be my cock warmer while we watch the movie. You’ll hold it there as much as you can. Take a break if you need to. I don’t want your jaw to get too sore, but your job isn’t to get me off; it’s just to be a hole for my dick to rest in.”
“Yes, Aidan,” he replied, eyes wild with desire and the need to please me.
I ran my hand through his hair as he kept his mouth on me, both of us reveling in the way I was using him and his gift of giving himself to me.
It wasn’t long until he began drooling, saliva running down his chin and my balls. I’d let him suckle me every now and again, and he did so with hunger. He rarely let me out of his mouth, obviously wanting to excel at this. When the movie was over, I said, “Get me hard.”
It took him no time to get me there, and then I was holding his head down and fucking into his mouth until I spilled my load down his greedy little throat, and all I could do was bask in the treasure that was my precious little warrior.