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)
“That’s it,” he said as he fisted my hair…he pushed me closer so my face was pressed against his sac.
This was my favorite place on him, being tucked between his legs like this.
He pulled my hair, making my scalp burn so I looked up at him. “Stand,” Kieran commanded. The second I was on my feet, he took my mouth with his and shoved his tongue inside.
He kept his hand knotted in my hair, giving it a gentle tug as he tongue-fucked my mouth, then kissed me slowly…passionately.
“Come,” he said. That had to be his favorite command. Kieran led me to his room, and then to the bathroom. “Take off your clothes,” he told me and I obeyed. When I was naked, he added, “All the supplies you need are under the sink. Clean out your ass because I’m going to spend a lot of time in it for the rest of the day—fingers, tongue and cock.”
I shivered, wanting that so badly. Still, I didn’t move, I stood there staring at him until Kieran cocked his head and asked, “Do you need me to do it? I can use the enema on you.”
I nearly choked on my tongue when I realized he was serious. “No, Sir…” Oh God. I couldn’t imagine someone doing that for me. It was much too personal.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. Do you understand that? It’s just another way to take care of you, but I’m not surprised it’s too much for you.”
He winked and then began to leave the room. I almost called him back, almost told him I could handle whatever he wanted me to, but I also didn’t want him to stick an enema nozzle up my ass and clean me.
After he left, I did as he told me, taking care to make sure I was empty and clean for him. As I did so, my mind kept going back to our day—the high and then the crash at the end. Maybe it shouldn’t have been such a big crash but for me, it was and just thinking about it made me get sucked under again.
“Jared.” Kieran’s voice was firm yet caring as he pulled me from my thoughts.
“I’m not done,” I snapped as I sat on the toilet finishing what he’d instructed me to do. He ignored me though, just walked into the room and turned on the shower.
“I said your name three times before you replied.”
He stripped out of his clothes and said, “Hurry.”
“Can I have some privacy?” I asked.
“No.” He did walk to the other side of the large bathroom but that was all.
I was embarrassed by the fact that I didn’t argue with him. I finished, flushed the toilet and got into the shower. I rinsed myself off and soaped my body. Just as I rinsed, Kieran said, “Get out.”
I turned off the water and stepped out where Kieran was waiting with a towel.
“Come here.”
I stepped into his arms and he wrapped the towel around me. I let him dry me, savoring the feel of him caring for me this way. In this moment, I was the center of his world, of the universe, and I craved feeling important in that way.
He tilted my chin up and held it so I was looking at him. He brushed his thumb over my trimmed stubble. “I can’t wait to play with you.”
A shiver ran through me because I wanted that. I couldn’t wait for Kieran to play with me either.
CHAPTER TEN
“Lie down on the bed,” Kieran told me. He opened an armoire, and pulled out a pair of cuffs. They weren’t metal—the part that would be wrapped around my hands was black and looked soft. He then took what looked like another set of cuffs only they were bigger, and the only thing that I could imagine is that they would go around my ankles.
I trembled and Kieran smiled. “You’re excited.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied because I was. I needed this, every fiber of my being knew I needed it.
“I don’t want you to come, okay? Can you handle that?”
I nodded, even though I wasn’t completely sure I could.
“What do you need, Jared?” he asked and the question threw me. Wasn’t he supposed to know that? But then…as much as I wanted him to play with my hole, there was a part of me that needed to suck him. I wanted between his legs, to serve him because it gave me a responsibility, something to do for him. I reveled in the emotion and act of taking care of him.
“Can I suck your cock?” I asked and he nodded.
He set the supplies down, then took one of the cuffs and wrapped it around my left wrist, which he attached to the wooden slats on the bed. My right wrist was next, which went to a slat on the opposite side so my arms were stretched wide. I’d noticed that the cuffs could hook together, too.