“Yes, Sir. Can I brush my teeth first?”
“Yes.” I went to the en suite in my bedroom, brushed, then slipped on a tee and a pair of basketball shorts.
Finley was already in the kitchen making coffee when I arrived. “We’ll make breakfast together, something simple like eggs and toast.”
“I…” he began as if he was going to argue, but settled on, “Yes, Aidan.”
So we did. I allowed Finley to make the scrambled eggs, and I handled the toast. A few minutes later we sat at the table, with food, coffee, and orange juice.
“Can we talk about last night yet?” he asked eagerly, and I chuckled.
“After we eat.”
He hurriedly scooped a bit of eggs into his mouth.
“How’s your throat? Is it tender? I used you pretty roughly for your first time.”
“It’s a bit tender but not bad at all.”
“We’ll work on it, more slowly. We can also get you another dildo that you can use to practice deep-throating.”
His face flushed a pretty pink. “Okay. I’d like that.”
I nodded, and we ate our breakfast. Then I waited for him to do the dishes because I knew it would stress him out not to. As much as Finley wanted to talk about last night, he also deeply worried about disappointing me and not taking care of his responsibilities, so I made sure he was able to.
I led him to the living room afterward, where there was a rug beneath the couch because I knew being at my feet would be where he was most comfortable for this conversation, and I wanted to protect his knees.
I sat on the sofa, pointing to the floor, and he immediately went down to it. “Last night—”
“Was amazing and I want to do it again!”
I cocked a brow at him. “Then maybe don’t interrupt me so you don’t find yourself in trouble already.”
“Oh, yes, Sir. I’m just so excited!”
A swell of joy bloomed in my chest. He made me feel…light in a way I wasn’t sure I ever had. “Back to last night. Is there anything we did that made you feel uncomfortable?”
“No.”
“And you’ve made it quite obvious you want to keep going.”
“God, yes. More than anything.”
I nodded. “That means the rules will change a bit. We’ll have a sexual relationship. I’d rather you experience it with me before you go on to play with other Doms so you know what to expect and how you should be treated.”
He flinched, then asked, “What if I never want to be with anyone else?”
“Never is a long time, Finley. There will be no expectations here. You’ll always have a choice on whether this is where you want to be or not, and it will be good for you to know new men and experiences so you can figure out exactly who you are and what you want.” The truth was, while I cared for him, I didn’t know how to give him more outside of sexual pleasure. I was thirty-nine years old and had never truly given myself to another person, had never let anyone else in. And there were almost twenty years between us, which was unfathomable. I would never hold him to any promises, because eventually I would be an old man and he wouldn’t be.
“I already know who and what I want.”
I let his comment go. There was no doubt in my mind that Finley wanted me and I him, but I still believed forever a long time, especially for someone his age. “There are two main points we need to discuss…well, outside of limits and desires, that is. The first is that I’m always in charge. I think we both know and want that, yes?”
“Absolutely,” Finley replied.
“The second is that your household responsibilities are completely separate from the sex. I’m paying you to take care of the house and run errands, not to fuck. If you decided to step away from working for me, sex can still be on the table if we both want it. If you decide you don’t want to play together anymore, you can still keep your job. One has no bearing on the other. Do you understand that?”
He smiled up at me as if in awe, as if I had given him the world. “You’re a good man, and I don’t think you even know it.”
I waved off his compliment but still replied, “Thank you, boy. I’m not sure about that, but thank you for believing it,” because I wanted him to know he was appreciated.
“Now, to scenes. What are your desires? Limits?”
“I don’t think I have any limits. I want to do everything,” he answered, and I tensed up. This was definitely why it was good I was his first.
“So, if I told you to go get a knife and I wanted to use it on you, that would be okay?”
His eyes widened, a moment of fear there as if he didn’t know what to say or how to respond.
“Does shit interest you?”
He shook his head frantically.
“See? So you don’t want to try everything. Luckily, I’m not interested in those things either.”
“But I don’t know all there is to do, so how can I know all my limits and what I’d like?” he asked, and I nodded.
“We’ll go through some things, and you tell me if it’s something you’re interested in or not. And if there’s anything I miss that you know you want to try, we’ll discuss it.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
“Throat fucking and choking you with my cock are obviously something you enjoy.”
“Yes.”
“Anal sex?”
“Oh my God, yes! I’ve wanted you to fuck me forever, but I’ve never…”
“I know. I’m honored to be your first,” I replied because I wanted him to know he was giving me a gift and I would do right by him. “And you’re interested in some pain? At least curious about it?”
He blushed again, but like the brave boy he was, Finley didn’t allow his fear to hold him back. He truly was a warrior. “Yeah. I’d like to be spanked sometime when I’m not in trouble. And like, maybe some other stuff too? I’d like to try crops and floggers or maybe a belt. Oh, and smacking! I really want to try that. I don’t know if I’ll like it, but the thought of it gets me hard, so I think I might. Do you do those things?”
“I do, yes.”
“And you like it when I cry?”
I cupped his cheek, brushed my thumb beneath his eye. “Yes, I enjoy that too. Knowing you’re open enough to me to do so, that I’m laying you bare is… It’s a beautiful gift, Finley.”
“I like it too.”
“Good boy. And bondage?”
“I’d be interested in that as well.”
“I don’t do a lot of rope work. If that’s what you’re interested in, we’ll have to find someone else. David maybe…”
“You’re going to let other people use me?”
“Is that something you want? Something that’s a possibility? It doesn’t have to be sexual, but if you have a need I don’t have the experience to provide, I’d like to be in control in how you get it.”
“I…I don’t know.”
“We’ll put it on the back burner for now and readdress it later. But cuffs and things I can give you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you have an issue with fluids? I don’t do blood play, but what about spit?”