Finley, my fair-haired warrior, nodded and did as told. I held a towel out, and he stepped inside it as I wrapped it around him and began to dry him. His cock lengthened in front of me, filled with blood, and he gasped when I ran the towel over his balls and between his legs to dry him. When I slipped my fingers between his ass cheeks, drying him there too, his knees gave out, and I had to hold him so he didn’t fall. “Please…” he said breathlessly. “Please, Sir. I need it. I need something.”
I rubbed the towel over his hole again, and his nails dug into my back as he melted against me once more.
“Just this once…please. I need to come, and I want my orgasms to be yours too. Everything of mine is yours.”
My jaw tightened. My dick ached. My body screamed at me to take him, own him. It took everything inside me not to throw him over the bathroom counter and fuck him raw and hard right then and there.
I wasn’t going to do that, of course, but I knew I couldn’t deny him. “Go lie on your bed. Get your lube and dildo. I’ll be right there.”
His mouth dropped open in surprise. It was so adorable, I found myself chuckling as I hooked my finger beneath his chin and closed it. “Go before I change my mind.”
“Yes, Sir!”
I watched his cute little ass retreat while I took deep, steadying breaths to control myself. A moment later I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. He was beautiful, laid out for me, all pale, unblemished skin and eagerness to obey.
“We’re going to do this my way, but if we do it, all your orgasms are mine from now on. You can’t come unless I say you can. If I’m not home, you call and ask me, and if I say no, you don’t.”
“Oh God.” His head dropped back, and his eyes rolled as if I were already touching him. “Yes, please, Sir. That’s what I want. What I need.”
“Then it’s time I give it to you. Open your legs so I can see you.” He obediently did so, holding his legs back so I could see his small, pink hole tucked between his firm cheeks. His balls were tight, with a light dusting of hair there and short, blond curls around his cock.
He writhed on the bed before wrapping a hand around his cock.
“Stop!”
Finley’s eyes went wide.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“I… No. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t do it again or you won’t come at all.” A sort of rightness settled in my bones, my head clear as I took control of him. It felt as it was supposed to and not the way it had with Les. “Do you like your nipples played with?”
“I don’t know.”
Oh, how innocent he was. “Tell me everything you’ve done.”
“To other people? I’ve given a few blowjobs. With myself I’ve just jacked off, fingered myself, and used my dildo.” His cheeks turned a delicious shade of pink.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You can put your legs down, and I want you to play with your nipples.”
Finley kept his knees bent but pressed the soles of his feet to the bed. He began fingering the small, swollen buds, pinching and rolling them.
“That’s good. You’re so very good at this,” I praised him, and he bucked his hips off the bed, seeking friction that wasn’t there, as if just my words had nearly made him come. His cock was angry and red already, the tip leaking precum on his flat belly. “Do you like it?” I asked as he continued to pluck at the nubs.
“I…yes…but I think it’s more because you’re telling me to do it…because you’re watching me.”
My dick throbbed behind the fly of my jeans. There was no denying what this precious boy did to me. I wanted to unleash myself on him, pleasure him and dominate him until he was writhing and crying, completely wrecked in his submission for me. But no matter how much it was what I desired, I knew the time wasn’t right. Not for that, maybe not ever, because of all the reasons I’d thought about a hundred times, and also because of myself. A good Dom had to trust himself, had to be in the right frame of mind, and my thoughts and feelings were too chaotic where he was concerned. So this would have to do.
“Thank you for your honesty,” I told him. “That’s always what I expect from you. Now, I want you to stop and lube your hands, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” His hands were shaking as he opened the bottle and squirted the lubricant into his palms. He moved to wrap a hand around his cock, but one tsk from me and he paused. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“It’s okay, but if we continue doing this, you’ll have to do better, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, you may wrap a hand around your erection and stroke, but don’t come. You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission—not ever. If you do, you’ll be punished. Do you know why that is?”
“Because my orgasms are yours,” Finley said breathlessly as he began stroking.
“Yes, good boy. Use your other hand to play with your balls.”
He did as told, jacking himself as he tugged and fondled his heavy sac. His whole body was flushed and beautiful. He shook his head and closed his eyes, as if he couldn’t handle it.
“It’s hard…it’s so hard. I already want to come.”
“I know, but you can’t until I say you can. Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s…amazing, the pressure and the movement on my cock, but the best part is knowing you’re here, that you’re in control of it. It’s sort of like you’re in my head and under my skin. I don’t know if that makes sense, but that’s what it feels like. And like it makes it better…you make it better…knowing you have the control and that I’m pleasing you when I do as you say. Usually I like something in my ass to make me come, but it’s killing me to hold myself back already.”
Damned if I didn’t tremble. His words seeped inside me, making the need to own and possess swell until I struggled to breathe around it. “You please me very much. How about we get something in that little hole of yours?”
“Yes, please, Aidan, yes, please.”
“Lower the hand from your balls and start with a finger.”
I pressed down on my own erection as I watched him. Finley did exactly as told, still jerking his cock with one hand and pressing a finger in his ass with the other.
“Oh God!” He bucked off the bed.
“Stop,” I commanded, and he stilled.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’m so horny, and it feels so good.”
“It’s okay. Take a few deep breaths, and then go again. I enjoy tormenting you.”
Finley inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, slow, deep, steady breaths.
“Continue.”
He did, fingering himself and jerking his dick. Every time he was close to losing his battle with his orgasm, I pulled him from the edge.
When I told him to push a second finger in, he almost lost it, shaking his head and writhing as if in pain.
“Please, Aidan. Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“You can, because I want you to. You want to please me, right?”
His lust-hazy blue eyes held on to me. Some Doms didn’t want to be looked at, but I very much did. I wanted his eye contact so I could see what I was doing to him, so I could see what he needed.