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)
My fingers shook, trembled, as I worked the buttons on Kieran’s shirt. When I pushed the last button through the hole, I slipped his shirt down his shoulders and to the floor.
His chest was thick…beautiful. His muscles were well defined, taut and firm. He looked as though he made it a point to keep in shape but also I could tell some of it was just genetics.
I wanted to lean forward, to lick his nipples but I wasn’t sure if I should.
“My shoes first, then my pants,” he told me and I nodded.
I wanted this, wanted to undress him—who wouldn’t? He was a beautiful man. So, I kneeled. I started with his left shoe and sock, then his right. I stayed on my knees as I opened his pants and eased both those and his underwear down. His erection—long and hard, and so damn mouthwatering—was right there in my face. All I had to do was lean forward and I could take him into my mouth again.
Just as I’d decided to do it, Kieran said, “On your feet.”
“But—”
“I said, on your feet. Would you like to be punished for not listening?”
“No, Sir.” Okay, I really wasn’t so sure about this all of a sudden. Or should I say again? All I knew was I wanted him in my mouth and Kieran wouldn’t let me have it. I thought tonight was supposed to be about me?
I stood and Kieran nodded toward the shower. “Get in.” I opened the door and stepped inside. Warm water immediately pelted my skin like a massage that made me groan.
“You’re sensitive, aren’t you?” he asked as he stepped inside.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Once Kieran was inside with me, he closed the door. He picked up a sponge and liquid soap before he handed them both to me. “Wash me. Take care of your Daddy the way Daddy takes care of you.”
A tremble danced down my spine. “Yes, Sir.” It was nice to take care of him, wasn’t it? It was almost as if Kieran needed me, and in this moment, I desperately wanted to be needed by him. The truth was, no one in my life had ever felt like that about me. No one had ever longed to be around me or needed me in their world.
I was easy to forget.
Disposable.
Here, in this shower, about to wash him, I didn’t feel that way though.
I did as he said. I opened the soap, poured it onto the sponge and began to bathe him. He lifted one arm and then the other so I could wash his armpits. I cleaned his chest and abs, before I knelt to soap his balls and cock. He spread his legs for me to make it easier. After I’d worked my way down his legs and did his feet, he turned around and I started my way back up his legs.
My heart beat harder, faster, as I worked.
I soaped his ass and his crack. I stood again to take care of his muscular back. When I finished, he said words that made my heart go even crazier. “That’s a very good boy, Jared.”
My chest got full in the best possible way and my brain slowed down.
Kieran told me to wash myself next, and I did. He turned the water off and told me to dry him and then myself. I realized then that he’d been right. Even though I was doing the washing and undressing, this was for me because it made me feel important. Made me feel as though he needed me.
When we got into the room, I knew this was it. He was going to let me suck him again, or maybe even fuck me.
I wanted sex, wanted it so badly, I ached. My hole hungered for him—to be dominated and filled.
“Get into bed.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, giddy as I did so.
“I’d like you to get a good night’s sleep since you didn’t sleep well this week. I’m going to get dressed and go into the living room to get some work done. I’ll be in soon.”
He wasn’t going to fuck me? “But…I thought—”
“You thought wrong,” he cut me off.
I watched him pull on a pair of sweats, and then he turned off the light, walked out and closed the door behind him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sleep began to fade and as it did, I felt a warm body beside me.
I’d slept like the dead. It had taken me a little while after Kieran left to succumb. I’d stared at the dark doorway and considered getting out of bed. I wanted to tell him to fuck off over and over. Who did he think he was? Who did he think I was? I didn’t need him putting me to bed the way he had…but the bed had been so comfortable and I’d been so tired, so…sated after our shower and taking care of him the way I had that I realized I was exactly where I’d wanted to be.