Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Ian looked at me, rolled his eyes, but then opened his arms. I snuggled in, head on his shoulder, arm around his waist, leg thrown over him, and closed my eyes.
CHAPTER TWELVE
David
Ian was already gone when I got home from work that evening. Jordan was lounging around the house in a T-shirt and briefs, looking sexy as hell as he stared up at me from the couch with a cookie in his mouth. “Busted.” I cocked a brow.
“What? Are you saying I’m fat?”
“No, but a person’s weight isn’t the only reason to eat well. Have you done anything at all today?”
“Um…well, I made it from your bed to Ian’s. We talked for a bit. Then I got him to snuggle with me, and I took a nap with him. The rest of the day I hung out with him and baked cookies. They’re yummy.”
I liked the idea of the two of them in bed together much more than I should. But I also thought Jordan was good for Ian. He got him to lighten up in ways I couldn’t. “What did you have for lunch?”
“Oatmeal and raisins?” he replied tentatively.
I walked over and stood in front of Jordan, looking down at him. “You mean oatmeal and raisin cookies?”
“Which is oatmeal and raisins, and those are super healthy.”
“Naughty. Little. Kitten. I told you I wanted you to eat all three meals. I think someone needs to be punished.”
“So like, right now? I mean, if you insist…Sir.”
I chuckled. Christ, he was fun. I loved his sassy eagerness. “I think someone did that on purpose because he wanted a spanking.”
“I would never do that.” He shook his head. “I’m a good boy, Daddy—oh shit. That just came out. I think I like it, though. Is that okay? It feels better than Sir.”
Damned if it didn’t feel like my blood zinged. I wanted that, to be Jordan’s Daddy Dom. “That’s very okay, kitten.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Can I blow you? It will be my pre-dinner snack. A shot of protein is always good, right?”
He reached for me, but I wrapped a hand around his wrist. Jordan loved sucking cock more than any sub I’d been with. He reveled in it. “I don’t think so. Not yet, at least. You still need to be punished, but I’m not going to spank you. Kneel, please.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He scrambled down to the floor.
“Unbutton and unzip my jeans.” He did. “Pull them down and take me out.” His nose wrinkled up in confusion, but he did as I said. I held out my hand to him. “Lick.” The confused look on his face seemed to deepen, but still he did it.
When I wrapped a hand around my erection and began to jerk, he whimpered.
“That’s not fair!”
“That’s why it’s a punishment.”
It didn’t take me long to come. I stroked hard and fast, only stopping to make him lick my hand again, most of my pleasure coming from denying him. When my orgasm hit, I shot all over his neck and shirt and face. His tongue began to sneak out, and I rushed out, “No.”
“What?”
“You don’t think I know by now that you’re a greedy little cum eater? You don’t get to have mine. Not this time. Up.”
He stood, his erection prominent behind his tight, white briefs. He walked beside me as I led him to the downstairs restroom. “Shirt off, then wipe the cum off with it.”
He grumbled the whole time, but we both watched in the mirror as he took his shirt off and wiped my release off himself.
“Only good little kittens get to eat my load,” I told him, taking the shirt. “Let’s get this washed, then go take a shower.”
“You’re so mean.” He crossed his arms.
“Fun, isn’t it?”
“For you.” I looked at him. “Okay, maybe for me too. If I’m good the rest of the afternoon, can I blow you and have an orgasm?”
“We’ll see.” The answer was yes, but I wanted to torture him a little more first.
We went upstairs and showered, and afterward, I told him to get fully dressed.
“We’re going out to dinner tonight. Do you have any recommendations?” I was still learning what he liked, but then, this was Jordan. Was there anything he wouldn’t eat?
“Whatever you want is okay with me. I’m just excited to go out with you.” I hadn’t done anything like this with him yet.
“Perfect. I enjoy making the decisions for you. Would you be okay with me choosing what you eat too? If you’re agreeable, I’d like that to be something I do for you when we’re together or when you’re at my home.” We were still navigating his limits. He’d said he didn’t want to give up control as much as Finley did, but I wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go.
“Yeah. I like that.” He blushed. “You’ll make sure I stay healthy.” It was the first time I’d seen him bashful like that. Jordan was pretty balls-to-the-wall. If he wanted something, he asked for it. Now that he’d decided he wanted me to be his Daddy, I figured he was working through what that meant for him. He loved being taken care of, so it made sense.