Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Still, I’d gotten to stay longer with him because, after the spanking, he’d given me aftercare, so there was likely a part of me that was a little glad I’d turned into a drama queen. Being at Kieran’s made me feel more at ease than being home alone did. I enjoyed his company and serving him, and I enjoyed the way he took care of me in return.
Friday, I spent thinking about the weekend, despite being busy at work. Kieran had promised a trip to the cabin…but again, I’d had to disappoint him by texting that I’d be late because of a client, so we couldn’t leave on time. He’d understood. And that’s how I found myself, thinking back at the week as we sat in his car and the landscape flew by. We were getting closer to his place, which honestly put me slightly on edge. It’s where I’d freaked out and left him before.
“You’re nervous,” Kieran said from the driver seat.
“You’re unnerving. How do you do that?”
He waved off my statement as though it wasn’t a big deal. “You give off plenty of signals as to how you feel. It’s not that difficult.”
But I thought it might be difficult for other people. No one saw the things in me that Kieran did. Sometimes, I didn’t even see them myself.
“It feels strange being here because of last time,” I admitted.
“It’ll be different now. Plus, I understand your motivation when I didn’t before. You felt uneasy getting sent to your room because that’s what happened the night your father died. It made you feel on edge, like something would go wrong. We’ll have to work through that better. It’s not a punishment I’m willing to take away, but now that I understand the effect it has on you, it’s my job to make sure you know you’re still my boy. Everything I do, including sending you to your room, I’m doing because it’s the right thing for you.”
“Wow…I…” I was surprised he’d drawn a correlation between the two things but I shouldn’t be. Kieran was very good at what he did.
“Think about it, Jared. Your father was angry…he sent you to your room and then he died. You lost him, even though he’d never been a good father, you still lost him and that hurt. On top of it, your mom blamed you. In your mind, if you hadn’t gotten sent to your room, then it wouldn’t have happened, when it likely would have at some point. But the truth is, you may not have been able to change it even if you hadn’t gotten into trouble. Or it may have happened another time. In your mind, it’s what led to losing both of your parents. It’s what led you to feel like you were getting too close to me because you feared losing me as well.”
Discomfort flooded my body, making it difficult to sit still. “I don’t think I like that you’re so perceptive, especially when I don’t know as much about you.”
He stiffened slightly. “You don’t have to know as much about me. Some things, yes, but it’s different.”
“What if I want to?” I asked, and then added, “Daddy.”
Kieran sighed and I could tell he was slightly frustrated with the conversation. “You’ll know what you need to know about me. Trust me.” I could tell by the finality in his voice that the topic was over.
“Are we staying at the cabin the whole weekend?” I asked him.
“Yes, I’d planned on it. I have some work I’d like to do.”
Slightly disappointed, I nodded.
We were mostly quiet the rest of the ride. As we pulled into the small town, which I’d missed before—sleeping when we arrived and too angry when we left—I sat up and looked out the window. “Small towns fascinate me,” I told him. “I used to dream about living in one. I thought if I did, things might have been different for me growing up. It sounds foolish, I know.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Kieran replied as I took in the storefronts and cafés.
“I feel like there’s a sense of closeness to them.”
“Spoken like someone who has never lived in a small town,” he replied.
There was history in his comment. I could hear it in the distance of his voice. Had he grown up in a small town? And if so, had that somehow hurt him?
When we got to the cabin. It was stocked with food for our weekend. Kieran nodded at me and said, “Same rules as my condo. No clothes so take them off and place them in the bedroom, along with my bag.”
I did, the whole time wondering if he was going to cage my cock this weekend or not.
It was almost nine already. We’d eaten dinner on our way. As I entered the living room again, I wondered what we would do. If he would want me to serve him, or want to fuck me, or if he had something else in mind.