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)
But then…then he opened his mouth and so sweetly and softly said, “Because I trust you. Because you’ve never hurt me. You’ve saved me, and I think that’s for a reason. Why else would it be you who’s always there? And every time you could walk away, you don’t. You’re there to give me exactly what I need.” He closed his eyes and dropped his head to my thigh. Damned if I didn’t tremble, fucking shake as my heart pounded and blood rushed through my ears.
He was going to break me, I thought. He was already hammering away at the walls inside me, this sweet, pure, honest boy who trusted me to take care of him and protect him.
“Please,” Finley whispered. “Please don’t turn me away. I need it, and I don’t know how to get it without you.”
It wasn’t a conscious decision, but before I knew it, my fingers were in his hair. I was petting him, comforting him. Nothing he’d said had come as a shock to me. He’d told me most of it before, but somehow it felt different. Maybe it was the naive trust he had in me, or the feeling that I’d done something special when I hadn’t.
“You’ll move in here, if you’d like. The room you had before will be yours. You’ll be paid a fair wage for your work. The house will be your responsibility, maybe a few other things we’ll discuss, and you’ll take care of some of my personal needs too. I’ll discipline you when you need it—spanking, taking away privileges, or whatever I feel is necessary. I’ll help lead you in the way you need, guide you and care for you. And you’ll also work on getting your high school diploma—”
“Wait. What?” Finley jerked his head up.
“Nonnegotiable if you want to move forward with this. It’s up to you. Now, put your head back down. I wasn’t done.”
Finley nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He laid his head on my thigh, and I continued to card my fingers through the soft strands.
“But I won’t fuck you. No sex. You’ll be my houseboy, domestic servant or however you want to put it, in all other ways, but I won’t give you that. If you need it, I’ll help you find someone I approve of, someone I can trust. My friend David from the other night, likely. But I have to admit, I’d like you to wait for a while. You have so many things to sort out about yourself.”
He was so inexperienced and vulnerable. I didn’t want him to feel tied to me, to know that his livelihood was tied to me and then feel obligated to fuck me. My mother had married my father when she was eighteen years old, and he had ruined her, broken her, made her feel like she had nothing without him, and I wouldn’t ever do that with anyone.
Plus, there were too many lines we were crossing already; they were already blurred, my rules getting broken. I had no desire to have someone permanently, I never had, and certainly not someone as young as Finley.
“And when I want to fuck, I’ll go elsewhere too.” It needed to be said. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. He could be my houseboy. I would be his…Master, for lack of a better term, but there would be no sex.
Finley nodded against my thigh before slowly raising his head to look at me. “You won’t change your mind, will you?”
“No, precious boy.” And he really was that.
“But I can do this? Kneel for you this way?”
“Yes.”
He smiled. “I don’t have anything to sort out, and you’ll change your mind eventually.”
Why did that not surprise me? He was a blend of innocent and worldly, insecure and confident. “No, I won’t.”
“Okay,” he said, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. “When do I start?”
I chuckled, fearing he already had me wrapped around his finger. “Today, if you’d like.”
“I’d like,” he replied, laying his head on me again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Finley
It was a whirlwind from there. Aidan was going to be paying me more than I’d ever made in my life. I still couldn’t believe it. Maybe it wasn’t much to some people, but to me, it felt like I’d hit the jackpot. I definitely still planned to help Ian, even though he said he didn’t want to accept it.
Aidan drove me back to the apartment and, to my horror, actually came up with me. It was so odd seeing him there. He didn’t fit at all, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable, and he was friendly again with Ian. He got Ian’s number as well and told my friend he could visit me anytime; that if there was anything he could do for Ian, he would.
I wondered if he knew what a caretaker he was. Maybe that was typical of Doms. It made sense, but I had no experience and didn’t know what to expect. Even if it was, I still thought Aidan was special. He was a good man who’d helped a boy in need when he didn’t have to.