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)
He chuckled, and I felt accomplished that I was able to make him do that. I had a feeling he didn’t do it often. “No, boy, you shouldn’t.”
“French maid uniform, then?” I waggled my brows.
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Who cares about necessary? It will be fun!”
I got another laugh. “You’re going to be a handful.”
I was, but I knew that Aidan was up for the challenge.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Aidan
It had been a week since Finley had moved in, and we were beginning to fall into our routine. He did everything that was expected of him, and he did it with pleasure like I’d never seen, not for activities like cleaning the house and cooking meals.
I’d had many playmates over the years, more scenes than I could count, but I’d never had something like this—someone who fulfilled all my needs that weren’t sexual; someone who lived in my home, and folded my clothes, and loved nothing more than sitting at my feet with his head on my thigh.
And I found that having him there helped me too. When I’d had a busy day at work, eating the meal he prepared and having him kneel for me helped me come down as well.
He was a spitfire. Beautifully obedient but also a brat, making me laugh and smile more than I likely had any business doing.
Tonight was the first time I would be seeing David since I’d taken Finley in. I’d told Finley I wouldn’t be home for dinner, and he’d frowned as if he hadn’t expected it, but hadn’t questioned me.
I wasn’t in the mood to go out, so I was at David’s in Santa Monica. We ordered Chinese and were sitting by his pool, eating and drinking wine.
“So, what’s new with you?” he asked.
“Remember the boy from the restaurant? Finley?” He nodded, and I continued. “Well, he lives with me now, and I have my very own houseboy.”
David’s eyes widened. “Excuse me, can you repeat that?”
“You heard me.” I’d known he would react that way, and I understood why he did. This was very out of the ordinary for me, but I knew I had to tell him. It was a bit like ripping a Band-Aid off, and now it was done.
“But you’ve never lived with anyone before.”
“I’m aware.”
“And you’ve never had someone permanent for anything.”
“I’m aware of that too.”
“And you’ve never wanted it.”
“Will you stop stating the obvious? These are things we both know,” I snapped. I knew I was one of only a handful of people who could speak to David that way.
“I’m sorry, I’m just…wow. I can’t believe you’re fucking that kid.”
I bristled uncomfortably. “First, he’s not a kid. He’s nineteen. And second, I’m not fucking him.”
David frowned. “Wait. Now I’m really confused.”
I sighed, knowing I had to get this over with. I understood David’s confusion, and honestly, it felt good to talk to someone about this. “He lost his job. He doesn’t have much money. He’s young…so very young, and innocent, and beautifully submissive. He wants to serve. In fact, that’s all he wants. He wants to be a houseboy, and he wants a Dominant to take care of him. He needs me…and he trusts me, no matter how foolish his reasons for doing so. I couldn’t walk away, and I didn’t want him to turn to someone who would hurt him to get his needs met. There was nothing I could do.”
David huffed. “There’s always a choice. You took that boy because you wanted to. You can lie to yourself and maybe to him about it, but not to me. If you didn’t want to take care of him, you wouldn’t be. But why not fuck him? As you said, he’s legal, and it sounds like you want him.”
This part was harder to explain, especially as I’d never spoken to David about my childhood. I sipped my wine and thought for a moment. “The lines are too blurred. He works for me. I pay him. I don’t pay for sex, and he… The way he looks at me…” It was as if he worshipped me, which was exactly how he was supposed to look at me, but to fuck him too? It would be too much. “He needs to be able to explore. I don’t want him to feel tied to me, like I’m his only option.” My mother had felt that way. My father had swooped in and been everything to her, made her think he was something he wasn’t, and she had been young and innocent and he had taken advantage of that. “I told him if he needs to submit sexually, I would speak to you.”
“Yeah…yeah, of course. I’d love to play with him, but I still don’t understand why you won’t do it.”
I shrugged. “You don’t have to.”
David sat back in his chair. “I feel like I stepped into an alternate universe. I can’t believe you have a nineteen-year-old, live-in submissive.”