The bulge in his pants was obvious. Finley squirmed in his seat, and I wanted to tell him to take himself out and make himself come…or shove his head between my legs and make him suck me until I shot down his throat.
“I hope you do that with me one day; not a lot…but some, and not just for punishment, but for pleasure.”
“Finley,” I warned, even though I wanted the very same thing.
“I know you won’t, but I’m allowed to wish it, right?”
I sighed. “You’re allowed. I’m going to go inside and get our table. Don’t touch yourself, and stay out here until your erection is gone, then meet me inside.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied without looking at me.
With maybe a little more pressure than I needed to, I gripped his chin and turned him so he was looking at me. He trembled, so I pressed just a little harder, giving him a taste of what he wanted. “You still didn’t ruin our day, okay?”
“I… Thank you. I don’t want to ruin this day. I love it.”
“We haven’t done anything yet.”
“I still love it,” he replied, and I nearly trembled myself. The things this little warrior did to me, and I didn’t think he knew it. He’d captured me in ways I never thought myself capable of being captured. I wiped the tears under his right eye with my thumb, then pushed it into his mouth, and he dutifully sucked it. When I brushed the ones under his left eye, he opened his mouth again, but this time, I sucked them from my own finger.
He smiled at me as if I’d given him the damn sun, and I took that as my cue to go inside before I did something I couldn’t take back.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Finley
It took almost ten minutes before my erection went down. It had killed me not to jack off. I was so turned on by the way Aidan spoke to me, the things he said, and the control he had over me. It was as if he’d cast some spell over me…which wasn’t something he wanted, so maybe I’d cast an Aidan spell over myself? Whatever it was, it was there, and as I sat in the car and waited, I decided I was going to work hard to be better, to serve him and please him so well, that eventually he would want all of me. And in that I would be fulfilled because nothing made me feel as content as pleasing Aidan did.
He was waiting in a booth toward the back, with chips and salsa in front of him. I sat across from him.
“I ordered you a root beer. I know you like it, but only one. Soda isn’t good for you.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Root beer was my favorite, and he knew. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t order food yet.” He was browsing the menu, but I didn’t pick mine up.
“Can I just get whatever you get?”
He looked over his menu and cocked a brow at me. “Yes,” he answered simply.
The waiter approached, and Aidan ordered us each chicken fajitas with no guacamole or sour cream. The waiter took our menus and disappeared.
“How was class today?”
“Good. Well…not math. I hate it. I’m really bad at it. My English class is great, though. I love my professor. He told me I’m a good writer.”
Aidan smiled proudly, which made me feel proud of myself.
“That’s very good. I’d like to read something you wrote if you feel comfortable.”
“Really?” I wasn’t totally sure if I felt comfortable with it or not. I wanted Aidan to only see the best in me, and while my professor did say I was a good writer, I didn’t know if I believed it.
“Of course, Finley. Think about it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if you need help with your math, let me know.”
“I will…but I want to try and do it all myself. You know, to prove I can. If that’s okay.”
He cocked his head slightly and took a moment to reply. I felt his stare to my core, like he was looking for answers inside me. Aidan always did that, and he was very good at it. Finally, he replied, “Yes, it’s okay. That’s a noble goal, and I’m proud of you for it. But just know the offer is there, and it’s brave to be able to ask for help if you need it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
We chatted more about my classes. He asked about the people I met and how I felt about what I was doing. He listened intently to every one of my answers. When I finished my root beer, the waiter asked if I’d like another. I declined and asked for water. When he left, Aidan said, “Good boy,” and I felt it. My heart soared at the praise.
We continued to chat as we ate. Stupid thoughts flowed through my head. I wondered if the waiter thought Aidan and I were boyfriends, which obviously I wished he did. Aidan was my Sir, but I wanted him to be my lover and my boyfriend too. I wanted Aidan to claim me in every way it was possible to be claimed.
When we finished, Aidan drove to the grocery store. He walked with me but didn’t do any of the shopping, letting me get items off my list and watching as I compared prices and used the calculator on my phone for amounts to get the best deals.
“I didn’t know you did that,” he told me. I had a credit card that was attached to an account Aidan kept for me to do the shopping and run his errands. It was separate from his main account and from the one he’d helped me set up when I first moved in with him, which was where he deposited my pay.
“Yeah. I remember my mom used to do it. Obviously, it was different for her. She had to, and I know you don’t, but I guess…you never know. Just because you have money doesn’t mean I want to waste it.”
He smiled, and I could tell I’d pleased him. He reached over and cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over the bone there. “That’s a very good boy. I’m proud of you.”
I blushed. “Thank you.”
An older woman, a bit down the aisle from us, made a disapproving noise, and I looked over at her, embarrassed.
“Is there a problem?” Aidan asked her.
“You and your son are blocking the pasta sauce,” she gritted out.
Oh God. She thought Aidan was my father? I didn’t plan it, but I automatically took a step back. The moment I did, I wished I hadn’t. There was no shame in who Aidan and I were. He was my world. I loved him. It was something I felt in my bones and not something I lied to myself about anymore.
Aidan placed his hand on my nape, strong and confident. He rubbed the back of my head, supportive and possessive. “I believe you’re aware he isn’t my son, because you’ve been watching the way I touch him and you listened to what I said to him. Quite nosy, hmm? If your intent was to shame us, you’ve failed.”
She huffed, mumbling something about sickos, and walked away.
“Don’t think twice about what she said, do you hear me?” Aidan said. He was like a god, and I wanted to bask in his strength and confidence. His care.
“Yes, Aidan. I’m proud to be yours.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, then relaxed into a smile, dropping his hand away. “You never cease to amaze me. Now, finish teaching me how to bargain shop, please, not that I ever intend to do it for myself.” He winked.
It was ridiculous, the idea that I could teach Aidan anything, but he listened as I spoke about my process and filled the cart with all our supplies.