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 was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Kieran held my hand and I felt his eyes on me rather than the stage, but I couldn’t take my eyes off what I saw in front of me. Not for one moment.
“I…” I started during the intermission.
“Shh. Just enjoy it, boy. You deserve it,” he told me.
So, I did as Daddy said. I enjoyed this beautiful gift he’d given me.
When it was over I wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms, to melt into him and become one.
We said our goodbyes to Marco and Joseph. Neither Kieran nor I spoke as he drove us home. My hands shook the whole time. My heart felt like it would explode as it expanded in my chest.
When we got into Kieran’s condo, I turned and faced him, before I dropped my head and looked at the floor. I didn’t know if they were the right words, but I said, “Please, Daddy, let me serve you.” This was the only way I knew how to show him what he meant to me. The only thing I had to give him—my submission. My loyalty. To show him I wanted nothing more in the world than to be his good boy.
“Go to my bedroom. Strip and get yourself ready for me. I’ll be there in a moment.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, reveling in the peace that being his boy brought me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I practically ran into the bathroom in Kieran’s room where I took of my clothes and cleaned myself for him. My head felt busy, slightly overstimulated, but I wasn’t entirely sure why. I needed to be here doing this with him. I wanted it. My whole body vibrated with anticipation for whatever Kieran had in store for me.
Maybe that’s what the currents running through me were. Maybe I was feeling too much.
When I was finished, I came out of the bathroom. Kieran had set a bottle of sports drink on the bedside table. He’d taken off his shoes and his jacket, and had just finished unbuttoning his shirt.
“Can I?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he replied, so I walked over to him. I slid his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I wanted to inhale him. Wanted Kieran to ground me in ways that only he could. I wanted his scent and his marks all over me because they calmed my inner chaos.
I nosed the crease where his arm met his shoulder. He lifted it for me and I rubbed my face into his armpit. I licked it, tasted salt. It felt dirty but oh so right.
My eyes met his and he nodded again as though he could read my thoughts. I kneeled. Took his pants and underwear off before I ran my nose against his sac the same way I’d done with his underarm. He smelled musky, but somehow clean too. I inhaled him. Sucked the salt from his skin. Savored his scent in my nose and his taste on my tongue.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I still felt as if I was buzzing, as if I was coming apart from the inside out. As though there was an earthquake beneath my skin that was moments away from breaking me apart.
“I need…” I didn’t know what I needed. I needed him. I needed to be tethered to him, to myself. Centered.
I remembered what Marco said about wanting the whip. About liking his Master’s pain. I remembered my conversation with Kieran before we left, where he threatened to spank me and how much my skin had tingled with the thought. How I’d both wondered and been nervous about getting more from him.
“Please,” I begged into Kieran’s groin.
He tilted my head up so I looked at him from where I kneeled. I loved being at his feet, and not because I felt as if Kieran was better than me in any way, but because this give-and-take eased us both. Because I felt more powerful submitting to Kieran, felt more in control submitting to him than I’d ever felt in my life.
“What do you need, boy?” he asked.
“Spank me,” I said simply. I wanted to give him my tears. I wanted his marks on my skin. I wanted to give myself over to Kieran in that way, because I needed it just as much as he did.
“Stay,” he ordered. I watched him walk over to his cabinet and pull out a small paddle.
I trembled…but I wanted. Fuck, I wanted.
“Come,” Kieran told me but I didn’t stand. I crawled to the bed. He set the paddle down, opened the sports drink and told me to drink some. I did because Kieran knew best.
He sat on the bed, and ordered me over his lap. I lay so I was over his legs, but the upper half of my body was on the bed, my feet on the floor.