Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Aidan spit in his hand and shoved it down the back of my shorts. He rubbed my hole, then pushed his finger in.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped. I couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe we were doing this, but I wanted it, wanted it like crazy.
“Tell him, David. Tell him how gorgeous he is, how very well he yields to me.”
There was a quiet voice in my head telling me I should be embarrassed about this, but I wasn’t. Later, maybe, but right then I couldn’t be.
“Such a pretty, pretty boy. He’s riding your fingers like a little slut,” David said, and damned if I didn’t smile.
“He is a slut…he’s a slut for me, getting off in front of his friends this way. He’s also a naughty, naughty boy, and I hope he doesn’t think he’s not getting punished.”
Oh…oops.
I couldn’t find it in myself to care, though. Aidan’s punishments made me feel cared for.
I pushed against his hand, let Aidan finger-fuck me even though it was a bit dry and rough. “Please…please, Sir,” I begged, not really knowing what I was begging for.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Jordan groaned. “Can I jerk?”
“Yes,” David answered him, which surprised me. Hell, it surprised me that Jordan had asked too.
Jordan shoved his hand into his shorts and started jacking himself. Ian watched, eyes wide, then sat on the couch and began doing the same.
“Suck,” Aidan said, pushing the fingers of his free hand into my mouth.
I did as told, sucked them like they were his cock, and then he pulled them from my mouth and the others from my hole before pushing the wet fingers in roughly.
“Oh God!” I cried out.
“Tell him, David. Tell him how much you want him, and then you can come, Finley. Oh, and I’d enjoy it, because it’ll be the last time you do for a while.”
“I want to share him with you. Fuck his pretty little mouth while you take his tight hole. He’s gorgeous, Aidan. Such a sweet, horny boy dying for cock,” David said, and then Aidan massaged my prostate.
My vision went blurry, and the room spun. I heard Jordan cry out in the background, but I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see anyone as my balls drew tight and I shot my load in my shorts. My knees went weak, but Aidan held me up. He pulled his fingers from my hole, and I immediately missed the full feeling he gave me.
With his other hand he rubbed my dick, and I knew he was getting some of my cum. I was embarrassed, so fucking embarrassed, but insanely turned on too. Because this was for Aidan. I was pleasing him. He liked me to eat my load, and I’d do it, even if it was in front of David and my friends.
I sucked my cum from his fingers and heard Jordan say, “Holy fuck,” in the background.
I smiled, turning and nuzzling into Aidan. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
He kissed the tip of my nose.
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, it’s too late for that. You’re very much going to regret drinking without asking me, but for now, you boys clean up this mess.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ian didn’t reply, but he began to pick up.
“Um…yes, Sir?” Jordan said as if unsure if he should, but maybe he wanted to.
The three of us, sticky with cum, cleaned up the living room as Aidan and David watched. I couldn’t quite catch their eyes, reality sinking in but not enough to make me regret it. Still, I felt completely sober now.
That had been…fuck, it had been hot. I liked having eyes on me, liked obeying Aidan where others could see, making sure everyone knew I belonged to him.
When we were finished, Aidan said, “Both of you are to stay. David, can you get them settled into the guest room downstairs?”
“Yeah, no problem,” David replied, winking at me. “Someone is definitely in trouble.”
My cheeks burned hotter.
Aidan took my hand and began to pull me toward the stairs. I looked over my shoulder at Ian and Jordan. Ian looked confused, and Jordan was hard again.
When we were tucked in our room, Aidan said calmly as ever, “Go to sleep.”
“Huh?” That wasn’t supposed to be what he said. Somehow I felt…disappointed.
“You heard me. Go to sleep.”
“I thought I was going to get punished?” And maybe fucked.
“You are, but that’s happening tomorrow, when you haven’t been drinking.”
“I’m sober now!” It didn’t escape my attention that I was arguing for a punishment.
“Do as you’re told, Finley. I want you to have this night. I’m not upset you had fun with your friends. You deserve that, but you also know you should have told me. Go to sleep.”
“I…” Forcing myself to stop, I didn’t argue with him. “Yes, Sir.”
I took off my clothes and put them in the hamper, then went to bed. Aidan didn’t take off his clothes, but he did sit on the bed beside me. He pulled out his laptop and began checking his emails.