He was so incredible, I couldn’t help but look at him a moment—this warrior boy who’d stolen my heart. I couldn’t believe he was here. Couldn’t believe how much I needed him. I knew Finley thought it was him who needed me, but that wasn’t true.
“Take your clothes off. Lie on your back.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied, then scrambled to get out of his clothes. He folded them and set them aside. My eyes caught on my collar around his neck, making the surge of possessiveness inside me swell until I nearly drowned from it.
I removed my towel and went to the closet. A moment later I came out with a blindfold. “Sit up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Finley did as told, a smile on those lips of his, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and taking them, savoring his taste and the familiar slide of his mouth against mine.
I couldn’t believe my fingers trembled as I tied the cloth around his eyes.
“Colors?”
“Yellow and red.”
“Good boy. Lie down again.”
I went back to the closet. If he stayed, we would have to expand our collection, maybe turn one of the rooms in the house into a playroom for us.
Finley hissed when I placed the cuffs around his wrists, then lifted his arms over his head so I could clip them onto hooks on the headboard. “Those are new,” he said softly.
“I was hopeful I’d get to use them with you.”
“Aidan…”
“Shh. Let me give you this.” I needed it for myself too.
“Yes, Sir.”
From there I added cuffs to his ankles, adjusting the chain and hooking them to the footboard, spreading his legs.
His balls were full and tight, his cock pink and hard. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” I kissed his chest, his stomach, as Finley writhed beneath me. “This is going to hurt.”
I attached the first screw clamp to his right nipple—not too tight since it was his first time, but enough that he could feel it. Finley arched off the bed. “Ahhh,” he cried out. “Oh God, what’s that?”
“I don’t think I’ll tell you, unless you need to know. Just feel, precious boy. Let me know if it’s too much.” I wanted him helpless, needed him wanting and waiting and never knowing what I would do to him and when. “Are you with me?”
“Yes…yes, Aidan.” He took deep breaths, obviously trying to settle himself. He pulled slightly on his arms but couldn’t go far.
“Ready for the next one?”
“Yes, Sir.” I clamped his other nipple. Finley pulled against the cuffs, his body vibrating beneath me.
“I wish you could see yourself like this, so beautiful, such a good boy, letting me have my way with you.”
“Please,” he begged. I kissed his chest again, down his stomach, then took his cock into my mouth. “Aidan!” Finley jolted off the mattress, but again, he couldn’t go far, just arch and bow and writhe.
“Don’t come,” I ordered before sucking him again, savoring his cock, this gift he gave me as I tortured him with pleasure.
I tasted his precum on my tongue, blowing him and watching his body’s reactions. When he was close to coming, I’d pull off, and he’d cry out and beg for more. I gave it to him, wanting more of those sounds, and his words, anything and everything this boy would give me.
“I can’t… I’m going to come.” He shook his head, his body fighting against the binds.
“You can and you won’t. I’m not done with this cock yet.” I sucked his tight balls before going back to his rod again. My finger slid beneath him, and I teased his rim but didn’t push inside. I wanted him mindless with pleasure, delirious with need.
“Aidan…Aidan…Aidan,” he said over and over again.
When I pulled off him, he whined.
“Be good, you horny boy,” I teased, plucking the crop from the bed. I tapped it lightly against his chest.
“Aidan!” His body jerked again. “It’s so much…not knowing what to expect…what I’m going to feel. My whole body is buzzing.”
“That’s the way I want you.” I used the crop on his chest, his thighs, then gave him a smack to his cock.
“Oh God.” And the way he moved, I could tell his eyes had rolled back. “Please, give me more.”
My hits weren’t hard, just teasing little stings against his full balls and his cock. Precum dripped from his slit and pooled on his belly. He was babbling words I couldn’t understand, tugging and thrashing about as much as he could. My own prick was aching, my balls tight and eager to unload. I needed him, needed inside him, so I dropped the crop just as he begged, “Please, Sir, will you please fuck me?”
I was trembling as I unhooked his legs and arms. I flipped him to his stomach and pulled him up onto his knees. With impatient fingers, I lubed my cock, using more than usual. I pushed against his rim slowly, but he shoved back against me.
“Settle. I didn’t stretch you at all, so I need to take my time.”
“Yes…yes, Sir. I’m trying.”
The second I pushed the head in, I exhaled. And when I was buried deep, groin against his ass, I knew that if he asked, I would leave for him. I would go to Houston, would follow this precious boy all over the world if it meant he still belonged to me, that he would still serve me, because this, with Finley, was where I belonged.
Where we belonged.
I pulled him until he was kneeling with his back against my chest as I fucked into him. I bit his neck and licked it, then sucked his earlobe. “Mine,” I whispered. “Whatever you want, just ask, and I’ll give it to you.”
“You, I only need you.”
I removed the first clamp, and he cried out, his body tightening.
“Please.”
“Almost. You can hold off for me.”
I took the second one off and dropped it. I stroked his cock and kissed his neck. “Come, Fin. You can come.”
And he did. He tensed and shot and cried so, so beautifully for me. My release was there, buzzing at the base of my spine as I fucked into him. I let go and shot, filling him with my load as my own eyes became blurry too.
Finley went limp, and I rolled him to his back, licked his cum from his belly, and kissed him, feeding it to him.
He cried harder. My fingers fumbled with the blindfold as I removed it, and then I pulled him into my arms. Finley buried himself in my armpit, licking and breathing and loving me.
“I love you.” I petted his sweaty, slick hair.
And when he cried even harder at that, a brick landed in my gut. I couldn’t help wondering if this had been goodbye.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Finley
I didn’t know how long we lay there, Aidan holding me and kissing my temple, my nose, the top of my head, telling me it was okay, that whatever I felt or wanted was okay.
And I knew it was, because I knew Aidan.
I also knew because…well, because now I knew myself. He was right. It had all been leading up to this moment, to this choice. I’d been forced to grow up too quickly, and in some ways, I’d been slightly immature because of that. I was Aidan’s boy, but now I felt more like…well, like a man. Like I could be on my own if I wanted.