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)
“Finley? What are you doing here?”
“I just got home.”
He was kneeling beside the bed, his head down, his palms on his thighs. He was beautiful sitting there, waiting for me. Beautiful and mine.
“Please,” he said, and I stepped closer to him, stopped as I stood right in front of him.
“What do you need?”
“Whatever you wish,” he replied. There was nothing like hearing those words from him. “Whatever you want. I just want to serve you.” I didn’t know if he meant now or always, but whatever it was, I would give it to him. I would give him anything.
He was so incredible, I couldn’t help but look at him a moment—this warrior boy who’d stolen my heart. I couldn’t believe he was here. Couldn’t believe how much I needed him. I knew Finley thought it was him who needed me, but that wasn’t true.
“Take your clothes off. Lie on your back.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied, then scrambled to get out of his clothes. He folded them and set them aside. My eyes caught on my collar around his neck, making the surge of possessiveness inside me swell until I nearly drowned from it.
I removed my towel and went to the closet. A moment later I came out with a blindfold. “Sit up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Finley did as told, a smile on those lips of his, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and taking them, savoring his taste and the familiar slide of his mouth against mine.
I couldn’t believe my fingers trembled as I tied the cloth around his eyes.
“Colors?”
“Yellow and red.”
“Good boy. Lie down again.”
I went back to the closet. If he stayed, we would have to expand our collection, maybe turn one of the rooms in the house into a playroom for us.
Finley hissed when I placed the cuffs around his wrists, then lifted his arms over his head so I could clip them onto hooks on the headboard. “Those are new,” he said softly.
“I was hopeful I’d get to use them with you.”
“Aidan…”
“Shh. Let me give you this.” I needed it for myself too.
“Yes, Sir.”
From there I added cuffs to his ankles, adjusting the chain and hooking them to the footboard, spreading his legs.
His balls were full and tight, his cock pink and hard. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” I kissed his chest, his stomach, as Finley writhed beneath me. “This is going to hurt.”
I attached the first screw clamp to his right nipple—not too tight since it was his first time, but enough that he could feel it. Finley arched off the bed. “Ahhh,” he cried out. “Oh God, what’s that?”
“I don’t think I’ll tell you, unless you need to know. Just feel, precious boy. Let me know if it’s too much.” I wanted him helpless, needed him wanting and waiting and never knowing what I would do to him and when. “Are you with me?”
“Yes…yes, Aidan.” He took deep breaths, obviously trying to settle himself. He pulled slightly on his arms but couldn’t go far.
“Ready for the next one?”
“Yes, Sir.” I clamped his other nipple. Finley pulled against the cuffs, his body vibrating beneath me.
“I wish you could see yourself like this, so beautiful, such a good boy, letting me have my way with you.”
“Please,” he begged. I kissed his chest again, down his stomach, then took his cock into my mouth. “Aidan!” Finley jolted off the mattress, but again, he couldn’t go far, just arch and bow and writhe.
“Don’t come,” I ordered before sucking him again, savoring his cock, this gift he gave me as I tortured him with pleasure.
I tasted his precum on my tongue, blowing him and watching his body’s reactions. When he was close to coming, I’d pull off, and he’d cry out and beg for more. I gave it to him, wanting more of those sounds, and his words, anything and everything this boy would give me.
“I can’t… I’m going to come.” He shook his head, his body fighting against the binds.
“You can and you won’t. I’m not done with this cock yet.” I sucked his tight balls before going back to his rod again. My finger slid beneath him, and I teased his rim but didn’t push inside. I wanted him mindless with pleasure, delirious with need.
“Aidan…Aidan…Aidan,” he said over and over again.
When I pulled off him, he whined.
“Be good, you horny boy,” I teased, plucking the crop from the bed. I tapped it lightly against his chest.
“Aidan!” His body jerked again. “It’s so much…not knowing what to expect…what I’m going to feel. My whole body is buzzing.”
“That’s the way I want you.” I used the crop on his chest, his thighs, then gave him a smack to his cock.
“Oh God.” And the way he moved, I could tell his eyes had rolled back. “Please, give me more.”
My hits weren’t hard, just teasing little stings against his full balls and his cock. Precum dripped from his slit and pooled on his belly. He was babbling words I couldn’t understand, tugging and thrashing about as much as he could. My own prick was aching, my balls tight and eager to unload. I needed him, needed inside him, so I dropped the crop just as he begged, “Please, Sir, will you please fuck me?”