Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Where did you go after work today?” he asked.
“Home with a man from my office.” Shame swept over me—shame that I’d thought Phil could give me what Kieran did. Shame that I’d fought Kieran. I felt almost like I’d betrayed him.
I’d betrayed this man who wanted to take care of me.
“And?” he asked with a measured calm to his voice. “Did he touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
My eyes fell closed and I looked down. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Oh, that word sounds so very beautiful falling off your lips, and I can’t take the time to enjoy it. What happened?”
“It was…it was a mess from the start. He’s kind…a good man, but we can’t give each other what we desire. He can’t ease my mind the way you do. He wanted me to make all the decisions and he…I needed him to tell me to come.”
“And did you?” Kieran cocked a brow.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to punish you for that.”
I wanted that. Wanted his firm hand. Wanted his guidance. His control. “I understand.”
“Do you? Do you understand why I do the things I do?”
He didn’t give me a chance before saying, “Because for whatever reason, it calms something inside both of us. It soothes us. It’s a need just like food or water and there is no shame in those needs.” Kieran nodded toward the living room. “Go.”
He walked to the couch and stood in front of it. “Kneel,” he instructed and I did. “Did you kneel for him?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Take my pants off.” Heat scorched through my body as I removed his pants and underwear. His cock was hard. I could see the veins throbbing just underneath the skin.
Kieran pulled his shirt off before he sat down. “How did you get him off?” he asked and, again, I felt wrong for having gone to someone else.
“I jerked him off and he sucked me.”
He grabbed my chin and tilted my head so I looked at him. “Who do your orgasms belong to, Jared?”
“You, Sir. They belong to you.”
“Good boy. Now lick my balls.”
I leaned in, rasped my tongue against his sac. The familiar scent of Kieran filled my nostrils. I already recognized his scent and it slowed my racing heart. It relaxed me. Comforted me.
“Now suck the head.” Kieran grabbed the base of his erection and held it out to me.
I nursed his crown. Tried to show him how much this meant to me, how much I needed what he gave me.
“No one else touches you unless I say they can. You don’t touch anyone else unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”
I looked up at him, wanting to make him proud. Wanting to make up for my mistake. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Is this what you want?”
Fear squeezed at me because I was afraid he’d think I wasn’t good enough. That I didn’t really want it. “Yes, Sir! I just…I’m learning, but I want it.”
“What, exactly, is it you want, Jared? I need to hear you say it.”
Just weeks ago, this confession would have been made through turmoil and fear. Yes, I was still afraid but this was a new type of fear. It was like the anticipation of an adventure, that trepidation you feel when something new and exciting was about to happen. There was a lot to take in and I didn’t fully understand it…but I wanted to understand it. I wanted to have it.
“I want you to help calm my storm. I want you to make me better. I want your structure. Your control. I want to be a good boy for you. I want to be your good boy.”
Kieran cupped my cheek. “You have no idea what hearing that does to me. You have the potential to be a very good boy, Jared.”
He became blurry from the tears in my eyes. I needed so badly to have someone give me this, to give me what Kieran did. Someone who cared.
“Shh. Don’t cry. I’ll give you what you need. Go to my bedroom. In the drawer, in the bedside table, is a bottle of lube and condoms. Take off your clothes and bring those items to me.”
“Yes, Sir.” I stood on shaky legs and rushed to Kieran’s room. My dick was painfully hard. My mind was slow, relaxed, despite the fierce need I felt.
I rushed to get out of my clothes, before laying them neatly on Kieran’s bed. I found the lube and the condoms. I was ready to be claimed by him. So ready to feel his cock inside me.
Kieran waited naked on the couch. Calling him Daddy or Sir would still take some getting used to. Did I call him that all the time? I didn’t know.
I stood in front of him: naked, hard and waiting with condoms and lube in my hand.
“Come here. Lie across my lap. Daddy wants to play with your hole.”