Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
And I’d slept.
Slept the entire night until now when the sun peeked through the blinds.
Kieran nudged me, ran his hand down my arm. “Jared. Wake up. I want you to suck me.”
“Huh?” My eyes fluttered open.
“My dick, put your mouth on it. I want to come.”
Those words made my eyes snap completely open. I wanted to argue but I also wanted to blow him. My need to have his cock on my tongue again won out. “Yes, Sir,” I told him as I moved down the bed, and closer to his erection.
It stood tall against his belly and my mouth watered to taste it, so I leaned in, wrapped my mouth around the head and sucked.
“That’s it,” he said with his hands in my hair. “Go deep on me. What did I tell you last time? You’ll have to be my good little cocksucker to get Daddy’s reward.”
I wanted his reward. I wanted to do well for him. He’d done well for me so far, hadn’t he? Giving me last night, which I’d so desperately needed.
I took him as deep as I could, burying my nose in his pubes. Tried to be…well, I tried to be the best cocksucker I could be, just as he’d said.
I played with his balls and swallowed around his crown.
And when he maneuvered me so I was between his legs, and held my head still so he could fuck my mouth, I let him do that too.
He fucked hard, deep. He grunted as he did. His hands were tight on me and my eyes watered as the head of his erection repeatedly slammed into the back of my throat.
And I loved it. Loved every second of it, of feeling used by him. God, I wanted to feel used. That had to be sick, didn’t it? It had to be wrong.
When Kieran held my head down, and spilled his thick, creamy cum down the back of my throat, I swallowed. My own balls let loose and I rode out my own orgasm, dripping cum all over the bed just from blowing him.
When I looked up at Kieran from my spot between his legs, his lips were stretched into the biggest smile I’d seen from him. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy punishing you for that later. I didn’t say you could come.”
Oh shit. I’d forgotten he’d said he wanted control over my orgasms. “I…I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t help it.” The thought of punishment had once been appealing, but now that he said he would do it, I got cold feet.
His eyes were soft. He pushed his fingers through my hair. “Then I guess you’ll have to try harder next time, boy. Now, go take care of whatever you need to do in the bathroom. Then, I’d like you to go into the kitchen and start breakfast—coffee, pancakes and bacon. I’ll be in soon.”
I hesitated as I wondered why he didn’t just punish me right then. Wondered what my punishment would be…and thought about the site he’d given me. The porn I’d discovered on my own.
Goose bumps pebbled across my arms and, suddenly, I was again excited about what had just scared me.
Just this weekend. I would try these things just for this weekend and then I would be done.
“Yes, Sir,” I told him. “I’m…I’m sorry for disappointing you.”
And I truly was.
*
There had been an apron in the kitchen waiting for me. I’d figured I was supposed to wear it since frying bacon naked was slightly dangerous.
The whole time I’d cooked for Kieran, two thoughts warred in my head.
The first was how…almost…natural this felt to me. How much I wanted to be in the kitchen making a meal for him. Or whatever else he told me to do. It made me feel responsible for something. It gave me…importance and security. And maybe I shouldn’t seek out importance in things like that, but it was how I felt.
The second thought was about my punishment…what would he do and when would he do it?
Both of those thoughts filled my head while I cooked.
While we ate together at the table. When breakfast was done, Kieran told me he wanted me to do the dishes, clean out the pantry and sweep and mop the floor.
The longer I worked the more I realized that my worry about my punishment became less and less. I lost myself in what I was doing for him—in the tasks he’d given me.
When I was finished, I found Kieran at a desk in the living room. He had paperwork and a laptop and, “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I said.
The frame was thick and black and he looked incredibly handsome in them. “Only when I’m working without my contacts in.”
I hadn’t known he wore contacts either.
“Are you done in the kitchen?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Put the bedding in the washer, please. You need to clean up your mess from this morning.”