“Yes, Sir. I want it more than anything.”
“Then hold out for just a little while longer for me, precious boy. I want to see your hole stretch around that dildo. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Good boy. Lube it up.”
Finley picked up the bottle and slicked the toy. It wasn’t a large one, by any means. It was smaller than me.
“May I?” he asked, the question so beautiful, so perfect.
“You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you. Hold your legs back for me first.”
His eyes flared, maybe because he believed I would touch him. I wanted to, but again, I wouldn’t allow myself to. Instead I leaned in and spit on his opening. Finley gasped, his balls tightened, and his dick spasmed, more precum leaking. “You like that?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Me too. I like seeing my spit coat your little hole, knowing you’ll push it inside yourself.”
“Oh God. Please let me come. I could do it right now.”
“Soon,” I replied. “Now fuck yourself on it, for me. Let me see how your hole stretches around the rubber.”
“Yes, anything you say.” Finley pushed at his rim with the toy. It took a moment, his opening adjusting as he slowly worked it inside. He took his time as he should, and when it popped in, he exhaled, then began to fuck.
Gasping noises pulled from the back of his throat as he let out panting breaths. He worked the toy in and out but didn’t touch his cock again because I hadn’t told him he could. “You’re so beautiful like this, taking the pleasure I give you.”
“Yes, yours. All yours.” The muscles in his neck strained and his eyes rolled back as my named played on his tongue over and over and over again. “Aidan, Aidan, Aidan.”
My hands twitched, I wanted to touch him so badly, but I did it with my words instead. “Such a pretty hole on a pretty boy. You’re making me proud, taking the pleasure I give you, doing as I tell you to so magnificently. You’re holding back because I command it even though your balls are painfully full, aren’t they?”
“So full. Oh God, yes, Sir. Please let me come. I’ll do anything.”
I paused, watched, riveted, and then demanded, “Come.”
Finley’s back bowed off the bed as he cried out, his load shooting all over his stomach and chest, one pulse, two, three. Then he relaxed, limp and pliant against the bed, the dildo still in his ass. He looked properly debauched, and I fucking loved it.
“That’s it…good boy. Your Sir is very proud of you.”
“Thank you…thank you, thank you, thank you.”
I scooped the cum from his skin. “Have you ever eaten your own?”
“No.” Finley shook his head.
“You’ll eat it all from now on unless I say otherwise. Open your mouth.” He looked at me, his cheeks pink, and I wondered if it would give him pause, but then he spread his lips for me. “Good boy.” His cum slid from my fingers into his mouth. Finley swallowed it, his eyes already drooping, this blissed-out smile on his face. I scooped the rest of it, and he licked it from my fingers. Then I pulled the dildo free and watched his hole begin to close.
“Thank you,” he whispered again, dreamily, exhaustion hanging off every word. “I feel like I’m floating.”
“That’s normal. You’re coming down. I’ll keep you tethered.” I set the supplies on the nightstand and lay beside him.
Finley rolled toward me, wrapped his arm and leg around me, burying his face in my armpit again as I kissed the top of his head and told him how good he was and how proud of him I was. The last thing he said before drifting off to sleep was, “Best birthday ever.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Finley
It was amazing, the fluttery, fuzzy feeling I’d had when Aidan had guided me through our…I wasn’t sure what to even call it. Our scene? Me masturbating? Whatever it was, it had been fucking fabulous. Maybe the best thing that had ever happened to me.
He’d stayed with me for hours. At least, it had felt like hours. Eventually, I felt him slip out of bed. He kissed my temple and rubbed the back of his hand over my cheek as he so often did. He told me I was a good boy and that we would talk the next day.
It was Christmas, and Aidan had to work. I’d gotten up like always and made his coffee and breakfast, basically feeling like I was bursting out of my skin. I wanted to talk about last night. I wanted to know if we would do it again. I wanted to serve him well because he had treated me so very sweetly. He’d made me feel…worthy. Like he owned me, and there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to be owned by Aidan.
“It’s tomorrow,” I said when he finished his breakfast.
Aidan chuckled. “I’m aware.”
“Remember you said—” He held up his hand, and I stopped immediately.
“When I get home from work. I’d like you to treat today as you would any other day. Take care of your responsibilities around the house, make the ham and scalloped potatoes for dinner, but I’d also like you to take a nap—just an hour. Set a clock. Last night was a big night, and you didn’t get much sleep.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, but I really wanted to pout. Ugh. I hated waiting. I’d been waiting for Aidan for like nine months, and even waiting until tonight felt too long.
“Good boy.” He made it all the way to the door before he stopped. “Merry Christmas.”
A grin pulled at my cheeks. “Merry Christmas.”
When Aidan left, I went straight into my day, cleaning and exercising. Afterward, I knew I should shower, but I didn’t want to. Even though the only time Aidan had touched me was to scoop cum off my chest, it felt like I would be washing him and our night away.
And God, I couldn’t believe he wanted me to eat all my cum. I mean, it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen that in porn, and I knew people did it, but it was different to be commanded to eat all my loads. If we had as much sex as I wanted, I’d be eating enough to live off it.
And…now my dick was hard. I jumped in the bed and reached for my lube but then remembered that all my orgasms were Aidan’s now. I grumbled, but I was smiling too. I picked up my phone, thought, and then just said fuck it and sent him a text.
Can I jack off?
No.
No? No?
Please? I’m dying. I’ll think about you when I do it.
No. Do as you’re told. It matters what I want and don’t, correct? I control your orgasms, and I don’t want you to come. You want to please me, which means you’ll obey.
I trembled. Pleasing Aidan was the most important thing.
Yes, Sir.
Grumbling, I got in the shower and washed him off, partly because I was angry with him for not allowing me to jerk off. For a moment I thought about taking myself in hand or slipping my fingers in my ass because really, there was no way Aidan would know. I could blow my load all day and keep it from him…but I didn’t. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to serve him well, which meant I would obey him.
After the shower I lay down for my stupid nap, which I didn’t really want, but fell asleep almost instantly. It was obvious I needed it, and of course he was right. Aidan was always right.