An hour later I woke up. I started the ham, cooking it with Sprite in the pan and brown sugar and pineapple the way my mom used to, which reminded me I’d talked to him about my mom last night, and how good it had felt to share her with Aidan. How had I not known I needed to speak about her, to remember her? But he knew. He always knew.
He was everything, and I so very much wanted to deserve him.
When it was almost time for Aidan to get home from work, I grabbed the cushion he’d gotten for me to kneel on in the kitchen and took it to the entryway. My knees kissed the fabric as I waited for him, my eyes down.
Heat skittered across my skin when I heard his key in the lock. The door pushed open, and I continued to wait.
“This is a surprise.”
“I want to…serve you this way tonight. I want to be good for you. You treat me so well, and I want to be the same for you.”
Aidan stepped closer. He cupped my cheeks and lifted my head. “You’re very good to me. You serve me well, Finley. And I like it when your eyes are on me.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I cleared my throat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Come. We’ll eat, and then we need to talk.”
“Can I eat at your feet?” It was my favorite place to be. I’d spend my life at Aidan’s feet if I were allowed.
He nodded. “Make our plates and bring them to the living room. I’ll wait for you there.”
When he walked away, I rushed to the kitchen and got our food. I loved that he automatically knew it would be ready on time. It made me feel like a very good boy.
I set our plates on the coffee table before returning to the kitchen for drinks, water for me and a glass of wine for Aidan. He sat on the couch, waiting, and pointed to the rug on the floor, which I immediately dropped to.
“You love it, don’t you? Being at my feet.”
“Yes, more than anything.”
He gave me another nod. “Eat.”
I asked Aidan how his day was, and as usual, he didn’t say much. I wondered why he didn’t like to talk about what he did or if there was a reason he had decided to become a surgeon. There were so many things about him I didn’t know, and I wanted to discover them all.
He told me dinner was good, and to be quiet and eat. He was so bossy, I loved it. We finished our meal in silence, and I took our plates, getting him another glass of wine before returning to my knees beside him.
“About last night—”
“It was wonderful! Even more than I could have dreamed!”
“Interrupt me again and I’ll spank your ass. You won’t enjoy it.”
I wiggled before replying, “I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t let it happen again. Now, about last night. You were comfortable with everything we did, correct?”
Um…duh? I so wanted to say that, but of course I didn’t. “Yes.”
“You need it, don’t you? Need your hungry little hole filled, but you also need to lose control, to give yourself to me.”
My dick went hard in no time flat. Just his words had so much power over me. “Yes. I feel…empty so often. I like to be filled, but last night, with you guiding me, it was the best thing to ever happen to me. It made me feel like you…” I turned away, unsure if I should finish.
“Like what? And look at me when you reply.”
I turned to face him again. “Like you own me.”
A slow smile spread across his face, making me gasp. “Oh, but I do own you, don’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy,” Aidan replied. “The rules will change slightly. I’m still not fucking you, but your orgasms belong to me. We’ll do what we did last night—you’ll only touch yourself when and how I say you can. I’ll control it all, every part of you.”
But without touching me? I dropped my eyes.
“You’re disappointed.”
“Yes. I’m grateful for what you give me, but I want more. I want to serve you.”
Aidan sighed. “You are serving me, Finley. You take care of my home, and your days are scheduled by me. You run my errands and cook my food and buy my groceries and kneel for me. You’re giving me your orgasms, giving up control of them to me. It’s my job to decide how I accept that control, and this is what I’ve decided.” Again, he cupped my cheek, and I nuzzled into him. I loved it when he touched me. It made me feel like he tethered me to Earth. “You serve me well, precious boy. You are mine. I own you, and this is how I choose to use you, because I feel it’s best. Do you trust me? If we’re going to continue, you have to trust me. Remember, I expect honesty.”
“Yes!” I rushed out. “God, yes. I trust you more than anyone in the world.”
“Then accept what I offer with the understanding that it’s what I feel is best for you right now.”
Right now. He hadn’t said right now before, which meant that later he might allow me to have more.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if there’s anything I ever tell you to do that is a limit for you, that you’re not comfortable with, you need to tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now put your head on my lap.”
I scurried closer and did as he said. This and in his armpit were my favorite places to have my face. I wished I could have it between his legs, but hopefully soon.
He played with my hair, petting and comforting me. “You’re also going to enroll in college.”
I froze. So that was why he got me a new laptop?
“You only have to take one class at first. I’ll help you with the logistics. We’ll make it work with your obligations to me, and before you get upset, remember what I told you—it’s my responsibility as your Dom to do what’s best for you. To help you reach your full potential in all aspects of your life. This is me doing that, okay?”
“I trust you.” I was also really, really mad at him. Angry, in fact. My pulse thudded and my head suddenly felt like it would explode, but I did trust him.
“Good boy. Do you have more to say to me? Is there something you want to talk about?”
“No,” I replied because regardless, if I wanted him to own me, this was what I had to do…and I wanted that, more than anything in the world. To belong to Aidan Kingsley.
“Okay. Did you obey me today? Take your nap and keep from touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Very good. I’m proud of you.” He maneuvered me so I looked up at him. “You’re mine, Finley, and I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
I soared at his words, was literally afraid I would float away. “Thank you for…wanting me.”
“I do, very much. More than I thought I would.”
Oh, those were the best words.
“Now, why don’t you lie on the couch. We’ll watch one of your shows, and then I’ll take you to your room and let you come again before bed. Would you like that?”
My heart jumped, and my dick throbbed. “Can we skip the show and go upstairs now?”
Aidan laughed. “Such a handful. No, precious boy. Patience.”
I hated patience, but belonging to Aidan, I knew I would need a lot of it.