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)
For the first time in my life, I was free.
Funny, how losing control to someone else could release me, but it did.
When we’d gotten back from the cabin nearly a month ago, I’d asked Kieran if he could keep me caged during the day. I wanted to always be reminded that he had control, that he would give me what I needed, because there was a security in that. Maybe it didn’t make any sense, maybe it was wrong—though I didn’t believe it was. All I knew was I truly needed this. I felt like I was myself for the first time in my life. As if I’d been reborn to what was actually my true form. I’d become the butterfly.
Plus, it still felt dirty as hell to walk around with a cage on my dick as I stood in a courtroom, where I fought…and won.
I liked dirty…and that was okay, too.
I spent nearly every night at Kieran’s condo. His bed started to feel like home more than mine just because he was there.
We watched movies together and played games. He talked to me about art, and asked me what style I liked. We spoke about philosophers, and sexuality, and men who’d had sex with men though the ages. He answered all my questions and asked his own and always seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.
We went out to dinner some nights and ordered out others. I loved it when I cooked for him, even though, sometimes, I was exhausted from work or being in court all day. Cooking was one of the ways I felt like I gave back to him, like I was taking care of Kieran the way he took care of me. Serving Kieran gave me a strange sort of strength that no one else could likely understand. It made me complete, when I hadn’t known parts of me had been missing.
I was standing at the stove in his condo, naked except for an apron, as I was supposed to be, when I heard the door open. He’d had a conference tonight and had told me ahead of time that he’d be home late. I was to go pick up dinner for us, but since I’d gotten off early, I’d decided to go to the store instead, because I wanted to make his favorite for him.
“Mmm. Such a sexy ass. You have Daddy hard already,” he said as he stepped up behind me and kissed the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes and savored the feel of him.
“It smells good,” Kieran added.
“I’m making your favorite,” I replied. Well, he’d never actually told me it was his favorite but I was pretty sure it was. He seemed to love Italian. He told me a story once about lasagna being the first meal he’d had in America. It was also the first meal we’d shared together after moving forward with this.
I felt him tense slightly behind me and wondered what I’d done wrong. But just as quickly as it happened, the tension in his body was gone and he said, “Such a good boy.”
“Thank you,” I replied as I tried to fight back my smile. Compliments from him shouldn’t make me go this far out of my head, but they did. There had never been anyone in my life who truly appreciated me. No one I was able to make happy and I loved that I could do it for Kieran.
He patted me on my butt before he said, “I’ll be right back.”
He left the room and I pulled the lasagna out of the oven. By the time Kieran came back, having changed into more comfortable clothes and taken out his contacts to put his glasses on, I had our plates on the table, along with a glass of wine for each of us. “You did very good,” Kieran told me. “This is exactly what I needed tonight. It’s been a long day.”
A warmth spread through my stomach at his compliment, at knowing I was bringing him comfort after a long day.
He kissed the tip of my nose and it was one of the most intimate actions Kieran had ever given me. My pulse sped up and my chest suddenly felt fuller than it had a moment ago.
We sat at the table together. I waited for a few minutes as I watched him take an appreciative bite and my heart swelled even more. I turned to my food and we ate as we talked about our day. He said he had a patient he was worried about and asked about my case. Neither of us were able to share much due to client privilege, but we spoke about what we could.
He wiped sauce off the corner of my mouth, when I hadn’t realized it was there.