Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Right?
I wished I felt more confident about guessing what he was thinking, but it’d been a painfully long time since I’d clicked with a Dom.
He studied me quietly for several long moments before his finger caressed along my jaw and around my ear. When I shivered, trying not to moan, he smiled. “Does my slut want to go kneel in the lounge while we talk for a while, or should we go get dinner?”
A date?
I wished I could’ve found something witty to say or even smart, but I just blinked for a few seconds before my mouth opened of its own accord. “A date?”
Yep, I was a genius.
His eyes sparkled but he didn’t laugh. “Yes, slut.”
Oh wow.
“I…” What did I actually want? It’d been so long since thinking about what would make me happy had been a real option that it took several long seconds to come up with an answer. “Either? Both? Can I have both, Master? Or either?”
Before I could worry about being greedy or really confusing, he nodded. “I think that’s a very good answer.”
Relief rushed through me as he confidently explained what we would do. “We’re going to go sit down. I’m going to get my slut a cushion to kneel on, and next time, I’m going to bring something to bind your hands together.”
Stroking his finger down my neck, he traced the edge of my T-shirt. “Why? Why the black?”
Huh?
I almost looked down, trying to remember what I’d put on.
Oh.
“Um, well, when I wore something…let’s say more Conner-ish, I had a Dom offer to find me more clothes because he thought I was cold.” That’d been weird but polite since he’d been trying to take care of me? I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
Master Jared’s sparkly eyes said he thought so too, but that hadn’t even been the half of it. “When I tried to look cute, I somehow looked like a little. But I think the black might make me look more Dom-like because it confuses people.”
I wasn’t sure that was any better than looking too little, so I shrugged. “At least they don’t ask me if I want to go play toys?”
Master Jared’s lips barely curled up at the edges. “Not the fun kind of toys, huh? No floggers or plugs? No restraints or whips?”
When I shook my head and pouted, he gave me a sad, sympathetic expression. “Poor baby. We’ll fix that. Next time, I’m going to make sure you’re wearing something to show off what a slut you are, and tonight, I’ll make sure they know you’re a naughty boy.”
Oh, he was…
“Thank you, Master.” He said we’d have a next time. “I…thank you…”
Master Jared looked terribly pleased with himself, slowly letting his finger caress the top of my chest, teasing me and making me ache for more. “Such a good boy.”
Was it too soon to hope that I could be his good boy?
Chapter 4
Jared
Telling myself not to rush and jump right in wasn’t doing much good, but it did keep me from taking him in the hallway.
So I was counting it as a win and that I was a Dom with great self-control.
But to continue showing off my self-control, I had to step away from him and not let things get out of hand in the fucking hallway like I was Ben and Conner. That didn’t mean I had to get too far away from him, though. Sliding my hand around his neck, I kept my grip light but firm as I stepped back. “Walk with me.”
I got a faint nod, but it was clear Finley’s head was a bit foggy as he blinked at me dreamily. However, since distracted wasn’t a safeword or unexpected, I kept a close eye on him as I led him through the club. I was more of a find a private spot kind of guy if I wasn’t actively in a scene that needed an audience, but my naughty boy was not.
That had me steering him away from my usual chair as I looked for another option. Eventually, I weaved us through the crowd to the far side of the space that wasn’t too private but also wasn’t in the middle of the room.
I might’ve been overthinking it because Finley wasn’t looking at anyone but me, especially when I grabbed a cushion and placed it in front of a small club chair and sat down. But I wanted him to feel watched because that seemed to be a big part of his fantasies. “Be a good boy, slut, and kneel for me.”
“Yes, Master.” He looked like I was the most incredible Dom in the room as he knelt gracefully into place.
The perfect posture and splayed knees said he’d at least practiced kneeling even if he hadn’t done it for many Doms at the club. Leaning forward, I stroked my fingers along his jaw and just watched him for a moment because he was mine and I could.