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)
There was a soft thud, and I knew it was the flogger hitting the floor.
“Still with me?” Aidan asked.
“Yes…God, yes.”
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I turned, doing just that. He was trying to read me, see if I was okay. I knew it without him telling me, and I tried to show him I was ready for more, that I didn’t need a break. I just needed him. My Sir nodded, knowing me, always knowing me.
“Up on your hands and knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” I did as told, trembling with need and love and the endorphins shooting through me. He pulled lube from the nightstand, and that easily my eyes rolled back and my cock flexed, dripping precum.
“You’re hungry for it.”
“For you…always you.”
“My little warrior slut,” he said, his voice husky.
Yes, yes, yes! I was a slut for him, now and always.
“Such a pretty little hole,” he said as wet fingers danced around my rim. My legs and arms were shaking. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up.
“Be still for me if you want me to fuck you,” Aidan said, and I knew he would follow through, so I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, fighting to keep my limbs steady.
He pushed a finger inside, and I gasped. He tortured me, slowly sliding it in and out. “Can I beg?”
“Yes. That doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you, though.”
“Please, Sir, more!” I cried out, and Aidan didn’t give it to me, just slowly pumped that one finger in and out.
He smacked my ass with his other hand. My balls were so full, so very full, and I knew I couldn’t come until he gave me permission, but I was already there, teetering on the edge. I didn’t know if I could handle it.
I arched my back when Aidan pushed another finger in me, sliding it in and out, over my prostate, delivering smacks against my ass at random moments.
“This hole is mine to do what I want with it.”
“Yours,” I replied, tightening my hands in the blanket. “Oh, Sir,” I purred when another finger pushed in. Three. Aidan was fucking me with three fingers, stretching me for his cock. He would be the first man inside me, and I suddenly found myself so glad that I hadn’t been able to give my body to the other men I’d sought out. I was his to command, to own, and this right belonged to him as well.
Aidan spanked me and finger-fucked me until I thought I could die. He was going easy on me, I knew that, and I was thankful while also wanting him to let loose, to wreck me for anyone other than him.
“I’m going to come,” I gritted out.
“Don’t. Not if you want my cock.”
My head began to spin again. I nearly crumbled when he pulled his fingers out, then rose from the ashes when he slowly pushed inside.
My tears hit me, running in waves down my face, but I didn’t know why I was crying. It was loud, sobbing cries, as Aidan gave me what I’d so longed for, slowly and perfectly, his hand sliding down my back.
“Shh. Let go. I’m here. I have you, precious boy.”
I was in that place only Aidan could send me, in my head but also in the clouds. Flying yet grounded by him. He pulled me up so I knelt, his knees on the bed, my back against his chest as he slowly, so very, very slowly fucked into me.
“My good boy. You are so perfect. The way you give yourself to me, such a treasure. Let go, you can do it.”
White light flashed behind my eyes, and I was pretty sure I shot myself to the stars. My orgasm ripped through me; spasm after spasm, he milked it from my balls. I didn’t know it was possible to have that much cum inside me, and it was soon, so fucking soon. He’d just gotten inside me, and he hadn’t come. That thought made me cry harder because I felt like I’d failed him, like I hadn’t given him what he deserved.
“Shh. It’s okay.” He wiped my tears, held me close, his cock still deep inside me. “You did good, precious boy. You served me well.”
“Keep going,” I begged. “Please, please keep going. I want you inside me.”
He pushed up and into me, making me gasp. His arms were still around me, his nails slightly digging into me.
Aidan licked the side of my face, likely taking a combination of tears and sweat. He did it again and again as he took me in long strokes. My body was tender, my hole aching, but it would hurt worse, hurt in my soul if he pulled out.
“Such a good hole for your Sir. Tell me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped. “Your hole, your toy, your boy.”