Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
A wave of possessiveness sweeps over me, knocking me down and pulling me under. I’ve never felt anything like it before, not so deep in the marrow of my bones.
“You’re mine now, sweet boy.” I hold his chin so he’s looking at me.
“Yes, Sir. Will you show me?”
I can’t stop the smile taking over my face. “I’d like nothing more.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JT
As silly as it sounds, my legs feel jittery as I follow my Sir upstairs. Today hasn’t gone anything like I expected it would. I had worried because I knew he was meeting up with Dad. I’d stressed out all day, fear clinging to me that when I got to Sir’s house, he would tell me this is over…
But he didn’t.
He wants me.
More than just for sex and dominating me.
I’d never thought I was the person to need that validation. I’ve worked hard on being confident in who I am and pushing through despite what others think, but as much as it breaks my heart that Marshall is risking his relationship with my family for me, it also made everything slide into place—things I’d never known were out of place. This is who I am and who I’m supposed to be. Marshall and I…for whatever reason, we fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle. I know it deep down to the marrow of my bones. Maybe it was always supposed to be that way, maybe there was some great plan all along, one we didn’t know about or could control, and it’s finally come to fruition.
Or maybe we’re just really fucking lucky.
All I know is I want him, want more of him. Want all of him.
“How are you feeling? Is there anything you need before we play?” Sir asks when we get to his room.
I shake my head, excited for whatever he has in store for me. These moments between us fulfill something inside me, and the fact that we’re here in this moment shows that Marshall knows that about me. It’s exactly what I need. “No, Sir. I just want you.”
“Okay. If you change your mind, let me know.”
“I know. You’ll always stop if I need it.”
“I will. Now for something a little different. What are your thoughts on enemas?”
“Is that something I’m supposed to have thought about a lot?” I tease.
He grins, and I love how freely I can make him do that. It’s not something else anyone gives him the way I do. I see that about us. “Don’t be a brat. I’d like to give you an enema if that’s not a limit for you.”
I frown. I know this is a thing people do for each other, but it’s not something I’ve ever really understood. “Can I ask why, Sir?”
“Yes.” He steps closer. “I like to torture you.” He pumps his brows. “And I enjoy the thought of preparing you for me, of taking control of your body in that way to get it ready for whatever I want to do with it. And honestly, the vulnerability of you handing me that power, of putting yourself in an embarrassing position for my pleasure, is indescribable.”
He rubs his erection against me, and I swear, I almost melt into a puddle right there. Suddenly the thought of him giving me an enema is the hottest thing in the world. “Yes, please, Sir. I want to give myself to you that way.”
“Good boy. You please me very much. Finish stripping, then meet me in the bathroom.”
I have a feeling he’s giving me a minute and also taking a minute for himself, so I wait until he goes into the en suite before I take my time removing my pants and underwear. After folding them both, I lay them on the chair. My dick is hard, dripping with precum already. Just the thought of him fucking me shoots me to the moon, coupled with knowing he’s about to give me an enema, something no one has ever done to me…and that this means something to him, we mean something to him, is enough to make me dizzy.
Marshall wants to tell my parents about us, and he wouldn’t if he didn’t care…if he didn’t love me? It’s more than I ever thought I would want and everything I know I need all rolled into one.
I go into the bathroom, where Sir is finishing filling the bag. My heart slams against my chest, nerves prickling at the base of my spine.
“So…remind me how I can be both nervous and turned on at the same time?” I ask, trying to keep the mood light.
“I’ve done this many times before, and there are safe amounts of fluid that can be given to a person. I would never go over those. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”
If hearts could swoon, mine totally would right now. “I know.”