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)
The tremble in my hands increased as I stood, unbuttoned my pants and began to unzip them. When I pushed my pants and underwear down my hips, my erection sprung free. I was painfully hard, aching just from removing my clothes.
“Look at that. You’re leaking,” he told me before walking closer. I felt all of it, his presence, his gaze and I hissed as his hand wrapped around my dick. “We’re going to have to consider a cage after this weekend. Daddy takes all the stress and pressure away, remember? I want to be responsible for your pleasure, as well. That means I control your orgasms too.”
My cock grew harder, leaked more. I wanted that. What the fuck was wrong with me? In that moment, there was a part of me that wanted Kieran to control my orgasms. “Yes, Sir,” I told him.
“Your safe word is Seattle. If I’m ever doing something that’s a hard limit for you, I want you to say Seattle and it’ll stop. Understand?”
“Yes…Sir.” I nodded.
“Come to the kitchen. I’m going to cook dinner.”
“You don’t have to. I can do it. Or we can wait.”
“If I wanted to wait, I wouldn’t have said to come. It’s my job to take care of you, is it not? It’s my job to decide what we do and when we do it. My job to give you what you need in whatever way you need it, and to take what I need as well.”
“Yes,” I said. It was. There was no use in not playing the game with him this weekend. Not when my cock obviously wanted it so much.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
Shit, I’d forgotten again. “Yes, Sir.”
I’m not going to lie and pretend it wasn’t odd. Following Kieran, naked while he was dressed, to the kitchen. To sit in a chair at the table, still naked, while he cooked. Listening to his command. There was a part of me that fought every request, that part of my brain that told me this was wrong. I was used to being in control over myself, and to just break away from that was a constant conflict in my head. But the excitement was always there, pushing its way in. Eclipsing the doubt because it felt so fucking good to let go.
He made breakfast for dinner—vegetable omelets with ham on the side. Kieran stopped me when I tried to make my own plate. “Tonight is for you,” he told me. It made my chest feel full, because in my whole life, nothing was ever for me. I’d never grown up being any kind of priority and I didn’t let people close enough for that to happen in my adult life either…but with Kieran, tonight was about me and that, again, pushed away some of my hesitance.
“Thank you…Sir.” I wanted to say more than thank you but didn’t have the words.
“Do you come here often?” I asked when we sat down to eat. I was sitting at the kitchen table naked. The thought made me shift on the wooden seat. “I ask since you have food here.”
“No. I came up and got things ready this week.”
I frowned. “You planned to come regardless?”
“No. I knew you’d be here with me.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just didn’t say anything at all and ate in silence. It was a foreign feeling to have someone who could read me so well.
“You missed the schedule this week, didn’t you? I expect honesty, Jared,” Kieran said as we did dishes.
I thought about my rapid-fire thoughts from the week. How I’d felt on edge. Overwhelmed. What was wrong with me that I didn’t like to make decisions for himself? “Yes, I did. But that doesn’t prove anything. Maybe I just need to come up with a schedule for myself.” Forget the fact that I’d thrown my own schedule away. He didn’t need to know that.
“Maybe.” He shrugged cockily. “And you said you didn’t get much sleep?”
I shook my head. “My mind wouldn’t shut down. I’ve had a lot going on at work. It’s hard to shut it off sometimes.” Which was normal for everyone. That wasn’t specific to me or what he thought I needed. I told myself I wasn’t lying. It had been a tough week at work and my lack of sleep had nothing to do with my thoughts of him.
He nodded. “Come. Let’s shower.”
My balls began to tingle at the command. I wanted to shower with him. Wanted to see him naked. Wanted him to fuck me. God, I wanted him to fuck me so badly my hole clenched. It had been so long since I’d had someone inside of me. “Yes…Sir.”
“Good boy.”
Goddamn if I didn’t beam at that.
Kieran led me into the bathroom off the bedroom. He turned the water on and then approached me. “Take my clothes off.”