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)
Heat skittered across my skin when I heard his key in the lock. The door pushed open, and I continued to wait.
“This is a surprise.”
“I want to…serve you this way tonight. I want to be good for you. You treat me so well, and I want to be the same for you.”
Aidan stepped closer. He cupped my cheeks and lifted my head. “You’re very good to me. You serve me well, Finley. And I like it when your eyes are on me.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I cleared my throat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Come. We’ll eat, and then we need to talk.”
“Can I eat at your feet?” It was my favorite place to be. I’d spend my life at Aidan’s feet if I were allowed.
He nodded. “Make our plates and bring them to the living room. I’ll wait for you there.”
When he walked away, I rushed to the kitchen and got our food. I loved that he automatically knew it would be ready on time. It made me feel like a very good boy.
I set our plates on the coffee table before returning to the kitchen for drinks, water for me and a glass of wine for Aidan. He sat on the couch, waiting, and pointed to the rug on the floor, which I immediately dropped to.
“You love it, don’t you? Being at my feet.”
“Yes, more than anything.”
He gave me another nod. “Eat.”
I asked Aidan how his day was, and as usual, he didn’t say much. I wondered why he didn’t like to talk about what he did or if there was a reason he had decided to become a surgeon. There were so many things about him I didn’t know, and I wanted to discover them all.
He told me dinner was good, and to be quiet and eat. He was so bossy, I loved it. We finished our meal in silence, and I took our plates, getting him another glass of wine before returning to my knees beside him.
“About last night—”
“It was wonderful! Even more than I could have dreamed!”
“Interrupt me again and I’ll spank your ass. You won’t enjoy it.”
I wiggled before replying, “I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t let it happen again. Now, about last night. You were comfortable with everything we did, correct?”
Um…duh? I so wanted to say that, but of course I didn’t. “Yes.”
“You need it, don’t you? Need your hungry little hole filled, but you also need to lose control, to give yourself to me.”
My dick went hard in no time flat. Just his words had so much power over me. “Yes. I feel…empty so often. I like to be filled, but last night, with you guiding me, it was the best thing to ever happen to me. It made me feel like you…” I turned away, unsure if I should finish.
“Like what? And look at me when you reply.”
I turned to face him again. “Like you own me.”
A slow smile spread across his face, making me gasp. “Oh, but I do own you, don’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy,” Aidan replied. “The rules will change slightly. I’m still not fucking you, but your orgasms belong to me. We’ll do what we did last night—you’ll only touch yourself when and how I say you can. I’ll control it all, every part of you.”
But without touching me? I dropped my eyes.
“You’re disappointed.”
“Yes. I’m grateful for what you give me, but I want more. I want to serve you.”
Aidan sighed. “You are serving me, Finley. You take care of my home, and your days are scheduled by me. You run my errands and cook my food and buy my groceries and kneel for me. You’re giving me your orgasms, giving up control of them to me. It’s my job to decide how I accept that control, and this is what I’ve decided.” Again, he cupped my cheek, and I nuzzled into him. I loved it when he touched me. It made me feel like he tethered me to Earth. “You serve me well, precious boy. You are mine. I own you, and this is how I choose to use you, because I feel it’s best. Do you trust me? If we’re going to continue, you have to trust me. Remember, I expect honesty.”
“Yes!” I rushed out. “God, yes. I trust you more than anyone in the world.”
“Then accept what I offer with the understanding that it’s what I feel is best for you right now.”
Right now. He hadn’t said right now before, which meant that later he might allow me to have more.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if there’s anything I ever tell you to do that is a limit for you, that you’re not comfortable with, you need to tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now put your head on my lap.”
I scurried closer and did as he said. This and in his armpit were my favorite places to have my face. I wished I could have it between his legs, but hopefully soon.