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)
“It’s a tight little hole, isn’t it?” David asked. We’d spoken before, and he knew I wanted him to help make this fantasy as potent for Finley as I could.
“Fuck yes, so tight and pink. I took his cherry, and I’m still the only cock that’s been up there.” Finley whimpered, pushed his ass back to meet my finger, so I slapped it with my other hand. “Did I say you could do that?”
“I’m sorry…sorry, Sir. It just feels so good.”
I pulled my finger out, and he whimpered again. I patted his full balls over and over.
“Oh God…Sir…”
“Fuck, Aidan,” David cursed, and I knew none of it was an act.
“Lucky bastard,” the other man said before slipping away.
I pushed to my feet. Finley looked up at me with dopey, needy eyes, and I chuckled.
“You know this night might actually kill me, right? Goddamn, he’s gorgeous,” David said.
“If I ever share him, you know it’ll be with you,” I replied, because he was the only one I trusted with him. “Come on. Let’s go explore.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Finley
I was pretty sure I had never been so turned on in my life. Actually, that wasn’t true. Everything Aidan did drove me crazy, and just thinking about being with him did more to me than any of these other men ever could, but it was hot. There was so much sex and expression around us. There was this freedom to it that thrilled me. It took complete trust to do what we did, and there was no one I would ever trust like I did Aidan.
David stayed with us as we went into different rooms. I didn’t think the man who owned the house lived there. Like maybe he just used it for playing or something.
I was distinctly aware of Aidan all the time, of course, but I was also aware of David. Of his laugh and his voice and the fact that my Sir trusted him. That if Aidan ever shared me, it would be with David, who really was a beautiful man, and who I knew could give me what I craved. Not to the extent Aidan could, of course, but in a way Jordan never could have.
I thought maybe it was something I could like sometime, if the time was right.
Aidan asked me about my knees multiple times. When I told him they were fine, and that I didn’t want to stand, he said if we came again, he would bring kneepads to be safe.
We went back into the main room, and there were even more people there than there had been earlier. A guy crawled over to David, who said, “There you are, pup.”
“Thank you for allowing me to come late.” He had a tail plug in his ass and a thick collar around his neck. He looked like he was maybe twenty-five or so. I hadn’t known David had anyone, or that there was anyone there for him.
“Of course.” David petted the boy’s head. “Kyle, this is Finley, Aidan’s boy.”
“Oh, wow. You’re collared,” Kyle said, smiling. “Sorry. That was rude. I just hadn’t heard. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I replied a little lamely. Did he know Aidan? It was silly of me, but I wondered if they’d ever been together.
“Hello, Sir,” Kyle said to Aidan, and yep, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he’d been fucked by Aidan. It wasn’t fair of me, but a wave of jealousy washed through me.
“Kyle,” Aidan said with a nod, then looked down at me. “Come, Fin. I want your mouth.”
My thoughts started spinning, and my pulse raced. This was it. It was what we had come for, what we wanted, but now my chest was tight and it felt a little hard to breathe. He seemed to be using Fin more often today. Knowing Aidan, it was on purpose, to relax me and remind me what we had.
Aidan walked over to an armchair. I crawled behind him, trying to focus on my breaths—in, out, in, out—as I went.
He sat down, and I knelt between his legs. His eyes were intense, this deep stare I felt down to my soul, and I knew he could tell I was scared. I melted a bit when he leaned forward, kissed the tip of my nose, and whispered, “You can do this. It’s what I want. You want to please me, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied quietly. Pleasing Aidan brought me peace and connected me to the world better than anything else. This had been what I’d desired too, and I still did, but that wasn’t as important to me as serving Aidan well.
“Good boy,” he said, then pulled back and smacked me. My eyes rolled back, and my cock strained against the cage, fighting to harden. God, why did that feel so good?