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)
Aidan must have seen the reaction because he smacked me again, making a sharp jolt of pleasure shoot through me, and my thoughts began to slow. “Thank you, Sir,” I found myself saying, though I hadn’t planned the words. They’d just come because Aidan deserved my thanks for giving me what I needed.
“Take my cock out,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.” My eyes darted around the room, and I noticed a few people watching us. Kyle had David’s dick in his mouth. They were only a few feet away from us, David standing and Kyle kneeling.
Aidan’s hand fisted in my hair, making me cock my head to ease the pressure, while I was also silently begging, More, harder, keep going.
“Take me out,” he repeated, then added, “My little warrior.”
Those words did something to me. They were like fuel, feeding my thoughts and muscles. I was Aidan’s warrior, and there was nothing I couldn’t do with him controlling me.
My fingers fumbled as I worked open Aidan’s pants. His grip on my hair had loosened, and he was massaging my scalp. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and it sounds crazy, but my mouth watered at the sight of him, at his girth and length and that thick vein that ran up the side of his cock.
I wanted to worship him. Wanted to cherish him and submit to him and praise him the way he deserved to be praised. I wanted everyone to see us, to look at us and know I belonged to him. That Aidan owned me, and he always would, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him.
“Kiss the tip.”
“Yes, Sir.” A few more people closed in around us as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his slit.
“Lick—root to tip.”
My tongue slipped out, and I ran it up and down his salty prick. His balls were full, and I wanted those too, but I also wanted to choke on him, for Aidan to fuck my face until I cried and couldn’t breathe.
“Now my balls. Lick them.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lapped at his sac. I couldn’t get enough. I was stronger on my knees than I was any other way. I was more confident and more secure serving him than I ever could be without him.
“Suck,” he ordered next.
Yes, yes, yes! I did as told, blowing him. It didn’t last long, and then he was fisting my hair again and fucking into my throat. I did everything Aidan had taught me, trusting him and relaxing, opening up for him. He pushed my face down and held it, my mouth full of cock as I inhaled his musky scent through my nose and felt…at peace.
He pulled me off, and I gasped, a long string of spit connecting his dick and my lips.
He shoved his cock into my mouth again, using it like a hole, his hole. That’s what I felt like, a tool Aidan used to get off, and it was everything. It gave me purpose in that moment.
“That’s a good slut. You’re a good hole for your Sir, aren’t you? Such a pretty, pretty cocksucker, isn’t he, David?”
“Fuck yes,” David replied. “A little cockslut dying for his owner’s load. He’s incredible.”
Their words made me begin to fly, to soar above all the other things in my life, all the shit that was always in my brain. It wasn’t subspace, exactly. I’d been much deeper, but still, I was in this gray area where I was all feeling and the world seemed to revolve around me and Aidan, and nothing else mattered.
He pulled my head up and angled it so he could still fuck my mouth but I could see the room. David was riveted on me, fucking into Kyle’s face as he watched me. There were more men there, some watching, some jacking off, all of them staring at me, wanting me, desiring me, but I wasn’t theirs, was I? I was owned by Aidan and always would be. I’d found where I belonged.
My vision began to blur. My throat hurt, and my eyes watered.
I loved crying for Aidan, loved giving him my tears. He swiped his fingers through them and sucked it off, then pushed a finger into my mouth so I tasted him too.
“Isn’t he beautiful when he cries?” Aidan asked.
There were numerous mumbles of agreement. I wanted to keep going, make them all jealous that I belonged to Aidan, for them to see that my Sir was my world and he deserved to be revered.
I cried harder when he pulled me away. I reached for him, fought to get his cock in my throat again.
“Stand up, turn around, and give me your ass.”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed to say, but I was still crying. I needed him. Wanted to be filled by him.
There was this small place in the back of my mind where I knew I should be embarrassed. I had my ass out, a cock cage dangling between my legs as I cried and pleaded to be filled, but it didn’t matter, none of it did. Only Aidan…my Aidan and me.