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)
Kieran had told me once that age had nothing to do with who was a Master, a Dom or a Daddy. It was a state of mind and not a number, which I remembered from one of the videos I’d watched. I was curious about actually meeting a boy who was older than his Daddy, though, and I wondered if Kieran had any friends he could introduce me to.
Where Kieran was fair and blond, Joseph had dark hair and tanned skin. I thought maybe he was Italian. He had silver in his black hair, peppered near his ears, which I found incredibly sexy.
“He’s beautiful,” Joseph told Kieran as he nodded toward me. My eyes darted to Marco, wondering if he was upset that his Master had called me beautiful but he just smiled. I guessed that would make sense considering Kieran had fucked Marco. Somehow, I’d forgotten that little bit of information.
“He is. I’m quite fond of him.” This time, it was me who smiled. I liked that Kieran was fond of me and that he’d claimed as much to Marco and his Master.
“And he is clearly in awe of you,” Joseph added. “I can see it in the way he looks at you. Do you share him?”
My body heated up. I saw flashes of Kieran and Joseph with me—blurring the lines of the fantasy I’d buried in the back of my mind about being used by more than one man. I blushed, because good God! It was odd to think of wanting something like that.
“I haven’t yet. He wants it though,” Kieran answered.
I did but that made my eyes snap up to his and my stomach drop. Kieran’s brows pulled together, obviously reading my insecurity. “I wouldn’t allow anyone to touch him if I wasn’t there,” he added, which relaxed me.
“Could be fun,” Joseph said. “We haven’t played in a while.” He reached over then and lovingly pushed a lock of hair behind Marco’s ear. Marco smiled at him and I could see how much Marco loved him in that look. Could see it in the way Joseph watched him as well.
A pang pierced my chest, because I wanted that. I wanted it with Kieran, but I knew from what he’d said, it wasn’t a possibility.
“Thank you, Sir,” Marco said before he nuzzled Joseph’s hand, openly, obviously not caring who saw. I envied him that too.
Kieran and Joseph began to talk again. As we continued eating our meal, Marco said, “It looks like you’re settling in nicely.”
“Yes,” I replied. There was a part of me that was embarrassed, yes, but more than that, I wanted to seem as put together as he was. As at ease. I didn’t like being the new guy. I wanted Kieran to see I could give him everything Marco gave Joseph. Everything he could want or need.
“How long have you been his…” I let the words trail off because I didn’t know what to call it.
“I’m his submissive. That’s the best way to word it. Joseph is my Master. We’ve been together for five years though.”
Wow. That felt like an eternity to me. I couldn’t imagine belonging to someone for that long, belonging to Kieran that long. To have someone who must truly want you in ways I’d never been wanted. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight. We met in his club, of all places. I was with an asshole Dom. I had no fucking clue what I was doing or what to look for in a Dominant.” His eyes darkened for a moment as he spoke. “It was abuse and I didn’t realize it.”
I had read about that, the difference between abuse and discipline. Between abuse and BDSM, because of some of its rougher activities. The key component was consent. I knew that. Abuse victims didn’t give consent. There were rules and parameters to what we did that didn’t go with abuse. You didn’t arrange abuse. You didn’t have a say when it was abuse. “How…if you don’t mind my asking.”
“I don’t mind. It’s a good question, especially for someone who’s new. A submissive always has rights, we always have a say. I didn’t with him. He didn’t want to discuss my limits and when we did, he didn’t follow them. I love a good whipping like the next guy but he would do it in anger—that’s a big one. A Dominant should never hit you in anger—discipline and anger aren’t the same thing. When he knew I didn’t like something or had a limit, he would call me weak. There’s nothing weak about submission.”
I leaned toward Kieran on reflex. He put his hand on my thigh, comforting me. He’d told me the same thing. That there was nothing weak about being a submissive, or his boy. “See, boy?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded and knew that everything he’d said made sense.