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)
“It’s freeing, isn’t it?” Kieran asked.
It was. But I didn’t want to tell him that. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Can I ask what you like and what you desire? You asked me…”
“That’s a very smart question…I’m a bit unique in some of my desires. First and foremost, I want to be a Daddy. I need to provide comfort, security, boundaries and guidance. But I also enjoy being a dominant. I practice BDSM—I’m particularly fond of bondage and yes, giving some pain.”
I shifted as my stomach twisted so tight I thought I might vomit.
If Kieran noticed, he didn’t mention it. “I practice domestic discipline—punishment and rewards. I thrive off control, which ties into all of it, and is also why the schedules work for me. When I give you responsibilities and you obey me, it does just as much for me as it does for you.”
I nodded, my throat feeling dry. This was a lot to take in.
“I’m not one thing, Jared,” he added. “I require bits and pieces of it all—which is why I’ll accept Sir, but I’d mostly prefer Daddy.”
Okay…I thought this was enough for now. I wasn’t sure I could handle much more. “Thank you,” I told him. “I’m tired. I didn’t sleep well all week. Do you mind if I take a nap?”
He glanced my way then, and smiled. “No, Jared. I don’t mind. And you’re being a very good boy by asking.”
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes that I realized I was smiling.
*
“Wake up.” There was a hand on my shoulder, massaging it gently. “Wake up, Jared. We’re here.”
At the sounds of Kieran’s voice, I opened my eyes. We were in a driveway, parked in front of a cabin surrounded by trees. “Is this yours?” I asked. It was one story—but looked to be a decent square footage, with a porch running the whole front of it and a swing at the end.
“Yes. Grab your bag. Let’s go inside.”
I got out as did Kieran. We each retrieved our bags from the back seat before he led me up the four stairs and to the front door. Kieran unlocked it and signaled for me to step inside. I took in the cabin and couldn’t help but notice how rustic it was with wood and earth tones throughout the interior. I guess, that’s the way a cabin should be. It was a sharp contrast from his modern condo. “I’ll show you to our room. I want you to take off your clothes, when we get there.” Kieran began walking down the hallway on the other side of the living room. “While we’re at the cabin, I don’t want you to wear anything unless I specify otherwise. I want easy access to your body as often as I want it. You’ll enjoy giving up control to me that way, pleasing me that way. And I’ll enjoy pleasuring you. I think it’ll be freeing to walk around naked. Like you’re shedding your skin and you can be you.”
What he told me shouldn’t make sense…but it did. Somehow it did. And the thought of him touching me, and playing with me, made blood rush to my cock, while my cheeks heated at the same time. I was basically his sex toy for the weekend. The thought was crazy. I’d never been incredibly sexual, but it felt like there was more to it at the same time.
We stopped beside the king-sized cherry wood bed.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” Kieran asked.
Was that a trick question? When Kieran cocked a brow at me, I realized what he meant. “Okay, Sir.” Sir or Daddy. I had to remember that. I was to call him Sir or Daddy. I was still a little unsure about the Daddy thing.
“Go ahead, Jared. Take off your clothes,” he told me.
“Right now?” I blurted out, despite Kieran just telling me what to expect.
“We’re in the cabin, no?”
“And you’ll be dressed?”
“If I want to be dressed I will be. You don’t need to worry about that. Now, take your clothes off.”
An unexpected wave of excitement rushed through me. I was doing this, really fucking doing it. I’d come to a cabin for the weekend to what? Be some kind of sex slave for my next-door neighbor? My body shouldn’t feel like it was soaring at the thought but it did.
I set my bag on the bed. My hands shook as I unbuttoned my shirt. There was a part of me that thought this would be easier if he was undressing me…but then, part of me enjoyed this, didn’t I? Stripping for him, feeling desirable…doing as Kieran said.
When my shirt was unbuttoned, I slid it off my shoulders. As I set it on the bed, Kieran said, “No, not there. Put it in the basket.”
I turned and saw a laundry basket by the bathroom. I tossed my shirt inside, then bent and removed my shoes. Kieran was neat, he liked things in order so I lined my shoes up beside the basket.