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)
Damned if I didn’t tremble. His words seeped inside me, making the need to own and possess swell until I struggled to breathe around it. “You please me very much. How about we get something in that little hole of yours?”
“Yes, please, Aidan, yes, please.”
“Lower the hand from your balls and start with a finger.”
I pressed down on my own erection as I watched him. Finley did exactly as told, still jerking his cock with one hand and pressing a finger in his ass with the other.
“Oh God!” He bucked off the bed.
“Stop,” I commanded, and he stilled.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’m so horny, and it feels so good.”
“It’s okay. Take a few deep breaths, and then go again. I enjoy tormenting you.”
Finley inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, slow, deep, steady breaths.
“Continue.”
He did, fingering himself and jerking his dick. Every time he was close to losing his battle with his orgasm, I pulled him from the edge.
When I told him to push a second finger in, he almost lost it, shaking his head and writhing as if in pain.
“Please, Aidan. Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“You can, because I want you to. You want to please me, right?”
His lust-hazy blue eyes held on to me. Some Doms didn’t want to be looked at, but I very much did. I wanted his eye contact so I could see what I was doing to him, so I could see what he needed.
“Yes, Sir. I want it more than anything.”
“Then hold out for just a little while longer for me, precious boy. I want to see your hole stretch around that dildo. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Good boy. Lube it up.”
Finley picked up the bottle and slicked the toy. It wasn’t a large one, by any means. It was smaller than me.
“May I?” he asked, the question so beautiful, so perfect.
“You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you. Hold your legs back for me first.”
His eyes flared, maybe because he believed I would touch him. I wanted to, but again, I wouldn’t allow myself to. Instead I leaned in and spit on his opening. Finley gasped, his balls tightened, and his dick spasmed, more precum leaking. “You like that?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Me too. I like seeing my spit coat your little hole, knowing you’ll push it inside yourself.”
“Oh God. Please let me come. I could do it right now.”
“Soon,” I replied. “Now fuck yourself on it, for me. Let me see how your hole stretches around the rubber.”
“Yes, anything you say.” Finley pushed at his rim with the toy. It took a moment, his opening adjusting as he slowly worked it inside. He took his time as he should, and when it popped in, he exhaled, then began to fuck.
Gasping noises pulled from the back of his throat as he let out panting breaths. He worked the toy in and out but didn’t touch his cock again because I hadn’t told him he could. “You’re so beautiful like this, taking the pleasure I give you.”
“Yes, yours. All yours.” The muscles in his neck strained and his eyes rolled back as my named played on his tongue over and over and over again. “Aidan, Aidan, Aidan.”
My hands twitched, I wanted to touch him so badly, but I did it with my words instead. “Such a pretty hole on a pretty boy. You’re making me proud, taking the pleasure I give you, doing as I tell you to so magnificently. You’re holding back because I command it even though your balls are painfully full, aren’t they?”
“So full. Oh God, yes, Sir. Please let me come. I’ll do anything.”
I paused, watched, riveted, and then demanded, “Come.”
Finley’s back bowed off the bed as he cried out, his load shooting all over his stomach and chest, one pulse, two, three. Then he relaxed, limp and pliant against the bed, the dildo still in his ass. He looked properly debauched, and I fucking loved it.
“That’s it…good boy. Your Sir is very proud of you.”
“Thank you…thank you, thank you, thank you.”
I scooped the cum from his skin. “Have you ever eaten your own?”
“No.” Finley shook his head.
“You’ll eat it all from now on unless I say otherwise. Open your mouth.” He looked at me, his cheeks pink, and I wondered if it would give him pause, but then he spread his lips for me. “Good boy.” His cum slid from my fingers into his mouth. Finley swallowed it, his eyes already drooping, this blissed-out smile on his face. I scooped the rest of it, and he licked it from my fingers. Then I pulled the dildo free and watched his hole begin to close.
“Thank you,” he whispered again, dreamily, exhaustion hanging off every word. “I feel like I’m floating.”
“That’s normal. You’re coming down. I’ll keep you tethered.” I set the supplies on the nightstand and lay beside him.