Despite what David said, I knew there were parts of me I couldn’t give, doors that were locked, and as far as I was aware, there were no keys. But what we were doing now, I would gladly continue, because Christ, what the boy did to me.
After grabbing what I needed from the adult store, I paid and went home. I put some of the items in Finley’s room and others in mine. I knew he would be home any moment now, so I stood at the top of the stairs and waited. When he closed the door behind him, I said, “Stop.”
Finley immediately obeyed, standing in the foyer and looking up at me.
“Set your bag down.”
He leaned it against the wall.
“Take your clothes and shoes off.”
His eyes brightened. Christ, the boy always seemed to have sex on the brain and was thrilled anytime he was going to do it.
Finley swiftly took off his clothes, his cock already hard and tall against his belly. He folded them as he was supposed to, then waited as if unsure where to put them.
“Set them on the table for now. Walk over to the stairs, and when you get there, crawl up to me.”
We really needed to hurry and get the downstairs carpeted. At least the stairs and upstairs were good for his knees.
“Yes, Sir.”
Finley obeyed beautifully. He was…fuck, he was exquisite on his knees, as he obviously tried to seductively crawl up the stairs.
I cocked a brow. “Is someone trying to seduce me?” I teased.
“I’m trying to be sexy. Is it working?” He grinned, and I felt this…fullness in my chest. It was such a foreign feeling, I nearly stumbled backward with the pressure of it.
“You’re always sexy, precious boy.”
He shined so brightly at the compliment, it was as if the sun lived inside him. Hell, maybe it did.
Finley knelt at my feet when he got to the top of the stairs. I rubbed a hand over his head and praised, “Good boy,” and the light in him shined even more intensely. “Come on.” I led him to his room, Finley crawling behind me. I considered having him undress me but decided to torture him a little instead.
He waited, looking up at me, as I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. I could see the excitement and questions skating around in his eyes. He was hungry for me, needy, wanted to know what I would do with him, to him.
When I reached the last button, I slipped the shirt off my shoulders and laid it across the chair.
“Can I do your pants?” Finley asked.
“No.”
He whimpered.
“Be good or you won’t get anything at all.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes were riveted on me as I finished undressing. My cock was hard, a stone pole between my legs. I ignored it, sitting on the bed and patting my lap. “I’m going to spank you. This is for pleasure, so you’ll be allowed to come, but remember, only when and how I say you can.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied before frantically scrambling onto the bed and over my lap. I chuckled at his eagerness. He was so fresh and pure and hungry for life in a way I wasn’t sure I had ever been. It gave me something, seeing him this way, that I’d never had in a submissive before.
I rubbed my hand over his ass and felt him tremble against me, his cock pressing against my leg. Goose bumps chased my hand when I did it again, just petting him, caressing the plump globes of his smooth, pale ass.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“You’re touching me. I love your touch. It makes me feel connected to…well, you, obviously, but like, to the world. To myself. Does that make sense?”
My pulse thudded against my skin as fire lit a trail inside me, blooming into an inferno. Christ, he was magnificent, and he didn’t even know it. “Yes, that makes sense.”
“Plus, I’m just so eager for you to spank me, I feel like I’m going to burst out of my skin. It’s killing me to keep still.”
I lifted my hand and smacked down on his right cheek. Finley tensed, then released a shaky breath. I didn’t give him time between before I did the same to his left cheek, then lower on the right, pink blooming in my wake. He was rutting against me with each smack, begging and pleading, “Please, Sir. More.”
I painted his ass red with smack after smack, the color darkening with each one. He was crying then—he cried so easily and beautifully for me but kept begging for more.
I reached over and plucked the brush I’d placed on the nightstand, then rubbed the bristles across his skin. Finley cried out, his hands fisting in the blanket as he looked over his shoulder at me. His eyes were red, his face wet, his chin trembling. It was the most intense spanking I’d given him, with more heat behind my swats than I’d allowed myself in the past, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to keep going, to test him, to bring him to the edge and watch him soar.
“Remember your colors—yellow to slow down, red to stop. Use them if you need them.”
He nodded.
“Say it,” I pushed.
“Yes, Sir.”
There was a loud smack when I slapped the smooth side of the brush down on his ass. Finley spasmed, cried out…then hissed a quiet, “Yessss.”
It was one of the most incredible sounds I’d ever heard.
I alternated between his cheeks and areas on his ass, not giving him more than I thought he could handle, but again, testing him, taking him further than he’d gone before, and when he couldn’t stop shaking and mumbling, “Please…yes…I need to come,” I tossed the brush down and pulled him up so he knelt beside me.
“Jerk off on me—my cock and stomach.”
Surprise flashed in his teary eyes. I spit in his hand, and he wrapped it around his dick and did as told. It was less than ten strokes later that his head fell back and he shot his load, landing on me just as I’d ordered him to do.
Finley reached for me to finish me off, but I smacked his hands away. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
With my fist around my dick, I jerked until my balls drew up and I spurted on my own chest and stomach, my cum mixing with his. “Clean it off,” I ordered.
Finley licked his lips, hunger sparking in his gaze before he leaned over and ate our cum from my body.
“Come here,” I told him. I took his mouth, remembering how he’d asked for a kiss before. I tasted us both there, and he moaned as our tongues tangled. When I pulled away, he lay against me, and I held him, caressed him, as he relaxed against me.
“God, that was the best. It’s going to hurt to sit down.”
“You’ll think of me each time you do.”
“I always think of you,” he replied softly.
I couldn’t find the words to reply, so instead I nudged him. “Let’s go into the bathroom.”
Finley’s brows pulled together in confusion, but he easily stood up and went. His gaze landed on the dildo, suction-cupped to the shower. “I want you to use this daily—not on your ass, but your mouth. Practice deep-throating it, testing your gag reflex, and then pushing past it. Just a few minutes, every morning or evening. It’s your choice when, but keep it the same every day.”
“Yes…yes, Sir,” he replied, looking almost…sad.
“It’s not because you don’t please me. You satisfy me very much, but remember, I’ll always test you and push you to be the best you can be at everything, and that includes being a cocksucker.”