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 I went. Now I was grounded again. He stepped away, and I hopped down. I kept my gaze locked on him as I took off my underwear and socks, then stood before him, naked and wanting, my cock tall and hard against my belly.
“On your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” I fell down to them.
“Come to the bathroom with me.”
I crawled behind Aidan, loving the view of his long legs, muscular, hairy thighs, and his firm ass. I watched as he reached under the counter and—oh my God—pulled out an enema kit. Was he going to do this to me? Was Aidan going to stay while I cleaned myself out?
As if he heard my silent questions, he said, “I’m going to get you ready for me. I’ll be here the whole time, unless you tell me red.”
“I…yes, Sir.” Just the thought of it had my face flaming. Heat scorched from my cheeks down my neck and beyond. This was Aidan. There was nothing I couldn’t do in front of him. Nothing I couldn’t take from him.
Nerves tickled at the base of my spine as I watched him prepare it. He ordered me to get into the shower before attaching the enema nozzle. He pushed the tip inside me, and I tensed. It wasn’t large, obviously, but I felt it.
“Relax,” he said gently. “I’m here.” And then he was filling me with water. It felt…weird. This pressure and fullness. My breathing sped up, but when I focused on Aidan, his hand on my stomach, it helped.
I didn’t know how long he made me hold it, maybe one minute and maybe a lifetime, but then he was directing me to sit on the toilet and telling me to let it out, and holy shit, how could I be doing this in front of him? How could he want me after hearing me release myself?
“Good boy. You’re doing so well.”
His pride made me proud. It was amazing how he could strip me down, put me in situations that should be humiliating, but what they did was build me up, widen the lines of trust between us.
Suddenly I was in the shower, and he was cleaning me, then drying me off and leading me to the bed. Somewhere along the way, my dick had gone soft. Aidan seemed to notice and told me to lie over the side of the bed.
“Yes, Aidan,” I replied and panicked slightly when he walked away. He went to his closet and came back with a flogger.
“Feel this,” Aidan said as he let the strands dance along my back, my ass, my thighs. “Do you know what it is?”
“A flogger.”
“Yes. It’s suede. See how soft it is? This is a good one to start with because it’s fairly gentle, and how much it hurts hinges on me. It won’t give you too much pain, but depending on how hard I hit you with it, enough. Use your safe words if you need them.”
Then…oh God, then he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss right above my ass. It was so sweet, yet somehow possessive, that I nearly melted into the bed.
A second later the flogger snapped against my back. It was obvious Aidan wasn’t hitting me very hard. This little sting zipped through my skin and made me want more. The soft strands danced along my skin—back, sides, ass, just touching and tickling until I thought I would go insane. Then they were gone before landing on me with a snap, again and again and again, on my ass, on my back. I writhed against the bed, my dick hard and aching, my balls full enough to burst.
“Stay still,” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir. I’m trying.” I bit down on my arm, trying to focus on not moving. Aidan continued to paint my skin with the most perfect, subtle pain, in increasing little shots, but not too much, not even close.
My eyes went blurry, and I began to cry. Not because of the hurt, but because he was giving me this beautiful moment where my brain and body surrendered to him as he did with me as he pleased. And yes, did I revel in it.
“Please, Sir. Can I have more?”
Aidan hissed, then swung the flogger again, making the most perfect sensation bloom beneath my skin. I could feel the difference, the strength with which he rained the swats down on me, and I wanted to lie there in that moment forever, beneath Aidan’s flogger, under his command, but I also wanted him inside me, to fuck me and complete me and mark my insides as his, the same as he was doing against my flesh.
I was shaking, like my skin would crack open and I’d spill myself all over the bed. It was as if Aidan had the ability to take me apart but also put me together. How he could do both simultaneously, I didn’t know, but he could.