Jared’s Evolution Read Online Riley Hart (Jared & Kieran #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Jared & Kieran Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Monday morning had been a bit awkward. I hadn’t been sure how our time together would affect me and Phil, but he’d looked as uncomfortable as I was. We took the time to have a conversation about the previous Friday night. At the end of it, we both apologized to each other again. We realized that we respected each other, and were better off as coworkers and friends and our relationship was still okay. I couldn’t believe that it had only been a few days since that had happened. It already felt as if I’d lived a lifetime since then.

That same day, still caged, I’d gone to Kieran’s after work, where I’d made him dinner and then he’d fucked me on his table. I’d stayed at his house as I had through the weekend. Tuesday, he had a convention he had to attend, which was two hours away. He’d planned to stay at a hotel, but he didn’t neglect what we were building. Instead, he’d given me a list of things he’d wanted me to do after work, which I’d appreciated. The schedule helped keep me grounded.

With him gone, and my tasks finished, I spent time researching BDSM and different kinks. I found other things that excited me and some that didn’t. I learned more about aftercare and subspace. Also that just like everyone else, all subs were different. Not all needed schedules, the way I did. Not all felt the security of rules and responsibilities, which I did. These pieces of me fit more in the boy dynamic rather than sub. In some ways, the knowledge made me uncomfortable, the niggling feeling that I was somehow weak because of what I wanted, but Kieran spoke to me on the phone and talked me down from it. Made me more at ease. I wasn’t sure if that feeling would last but, for now, it had.

It had been strange to sleep in my condo, alone, and it had only been a few days. I had to admit that admission scared the hell out of me because I wasn’t used to depending on anyone. I wasn’t used to having anyone there.

Kieran was my protector, my Dominant, my Daddy. I knew it wasn’t anything more than that, because we didn’t know each other well enough for anything more, but there was a connection because of what we shared. It was mental, physical and emotional. It was bone-deep and swift moving because there had to be that kind of bond to give up power to someone. There had to be the same kind of connection to accept that power.

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Wednesday, Kieran cooked me dinner. Afterward, I did the dishes and then joined him in his room. I actually gasped when he removed my cock cage.

It felt strange without it as he filled my body. Kieran fingered my ass until I nearly lost my mind… “You can’t come,” was whispered in my ear and my eyes rolled back at the command and his power washed over me. It was amazing how badly I wanted him there, in my ass, even if it was just his fingers. It was the place I wanted my pleasure to come from. I almost hadn’t survived not coming from his fingers, but then he’d fucked me and gave me my orgasm. I’d never flown so high. The sensation was overwhelming in the best possible way.

We hadn’t spoken again about any of the things we’d shared Saturday night, but I felt like it had strengthened the bond between us. It had given us a glimpse into the other person, one we hadn’t had before.

I thought it made Kieran understand me better, and even though it didn’t make me understand him better, that insight meant something to me.

The days slid by and I counted each one of them according to the tasks that he assigned me.

Thursday, Kieran had wanted me to pick up dinner on the way home from work, but I’d gotten stuck in court. I’d felt a tremor of worry about not completing my task and the punishment that would be waiting for me. My fingers had shaken as I sent him a text that I would be late and the reason why. He told me he would get dinner. We ate late and then, afterward, he said I should go home.

I’d thought he was mad at me, angry at me because of my job. I’d been upset and hurt. I’d felt like he was sending me away and told him that he could fuck off. He’d grimaced at that and he’d yanked me toward him where I landed face down in his lap. His hand slid against my ass, slapping it with a tender strength I’d never felt before. In between each smack of his hand, he explained to me that he’d always planned to have me go home that night, because he had things to take care of. That I was never to talk to him that way; I was being a brat. By the end of it, I felt ridiculous and angry…not at Kieran, but at myself for jumping to conclusions.



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