by K. L. Ramsey
The final blow was a little harder than the rest and she yelped in surprise. It really didn’t hurt, just caught her off guard. “Ten,” he growled and turned her in his lap. He pulled her up his body, so she was straddling his cock, almost cradling it with her slick folds and she forgot all about not knowing what to do next. The way Aiden was kissing her was nearly her undoing. No man had ever kissed or touched her the way Aiden was. She couldn’t seem to get enough of the way he almost wanted to consume her.
“On the bed, Zara,” he said. He helped her free from his lap and she laid back onto the big bed as he ordered. She had to admit she liked his bossy nature; it turned her on. “I’m going to cuff your ankles and wrists to the bed, baby,” he said. “Are you okay with that?” Aiden hovered over her body and she wasn’t sure how she felt about being bound to his bed. A part of her was afraid that letting a complete stranger shackle her to his bed wasn’t such a great idea. For all she knew he could be a crazed lunatic. But when he looked at her, so trusting and hopeful, she wanted to give him everything he was asking for and more.
“Yes,” she said, nodding her agreement. “I think I’d like that,” she admitted.
“Good girl,” he praised. She liked when he called her that. It made her want to please him by continuing to be his good girl. Zara just needed to remember this had nothing to do with emotions or her heart. He wasn’t asking her for a commitment. Aiden wanted to use her body for a night of pleasure and that was it. Feelings had nothing to do with what he wanted from her.
Aiden made quick work of securing her ankles and wrists to the bed posts using soft- cuffed hand cuffs. She had to admit being completely bound and spread wide for him both excited her and scared the hell out of her. The way Aiden looked at her made her completely hot. He ran a finger along her cheek and down her neck, making his way to her sensitive nipple. He was working his way down her body and just his simple touch, with one single finger, nearly made her crazy with lust. She bucked and writhed against her restraints and he chided her for not holding still for him.
“Do you want me to stop, Zara?” he sternly questioned.
“No,” she stuttered. “Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Do you think you can hold still for me while I eat your pussy?” he asked. She wanted to move, to squirm but God she wanted to feel his mouth on her wet core. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a man between her legs in every way and Aiden was promising her that and so much more. All she had to do was hold still. Surely she could do that, right?
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Good girl,” he praised. Aiden ran two fingers through her drenched folds and moaned. “You are so wet for me, baby,” he said. “You are going to feel so fucking amazing when I finally fuck you. I wonder if you taste as good as you feel,” he teased. Aiden settled between her thighs and seemed to hesitate. She looked down her body to find him studying her and if she wasn’t mistaken, he actually sniffed her pussy.
“You smell so fucking good, honey,” he growled. He licked into her folds to find her sensitive clit and sucked it into his mouth. She couldn’t help herself, Zara bucked against his mouth, as if trying to take more of what he was already giving her.
“Zara,” he warned. She tried to hold still, really she did but just his warm breath on her sensitive core had her writhing and moaning with pleasure. She was so close; she just needed a little more.
“Please,” she begged. “Please I need more, Aiden. I’m so close,” she cried. She wasn’t sure if she was begging him to give her everything or stop. It was almost too much and Zara wasn’t sure if she’d ever get enough of the sexy man who was taking complete control of her body.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he promised. “Just lay back and enjoy this and let me take care of you.” Zara took a breath and dramatically released it, causing Aiden to chuckle. “Good girl,” he praised. Zara wasn’t sure why every time Aiden said those words to her, her entire world felt right. Maybe it was the fact he was praising her but really, why should that matter? Aiden was virtually a stranger to her and his opinion shouldn’t count—but it did.
Aiden ran his fingers through her wet folds and Zara did everything she could to remain completely still. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she looked down her body to watch Aiden. He smiled up at her and winked and Zara knew he was intentionally driving her crazy. “You’re doing this on purpose,” she accused.
“Doing what?” he murmured, seemingly distracted by her body.
“Teasing me,” she said.
“No, honey,” he admitted. “I’m not teasing you. I’m teaching you to hold still for me. You’re doing a beautiful job too,” he praised. This time she felt less anxious to please him. Truthfully, Zara was feeling a little pissed he might be punishing her in any way.
“That’s not fair,” she pouted. Aiden laughed against the delicate skin of her inner thighs, working his way back to her aching pussy. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was driving her crazy.
“Fair has nothing to do with it, honey. While you’re in this room you belong to me. I do what I please with what is mine and at this very moment in time, you’re mine,” he said. She wasn’t sure how she felt about belonging to anyone but he was right about one thing. At that very moment, she was his and there was nothing she could do about it. Hell, there was nothing she wanted to do about it. She liked the way Aiden controlled her body as if he could read her every need. There was no way she’d want to tell him to stop—not now and probably not ever.
Zara laid back and Aiden seemed to take it as a sign of her compliance. He parted her folds and kissed and sucked at her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. “Come for me, Zara,” he ordered. She wasn’t sure how or why, but her body seemed to do as he asked and she felt as though she was falling and no one would be there to catch her. Zara felt as Aiden tugged her wrists and ankles free from the restraints and gathered her into his arms, pulling her snugly against his body.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he crooned over and over again and for the first time in a very long time, Zara didn’t feel so alone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him, wanting to say something—anything but she wasn’t sure what would be appropriate in this situation. She had never been in this particular circumstance, so she didn’t quite know what to do.
“Thank you,” she breathed and nuzzled his neck.
“You never have to thank me for giving you an orgasm, honey,” he whispered. “We aren’t finished here Zara, not by a long shot. I’d like to see you again, after tonight.” Once again, she was struck mute. She hadn’t gone out expecting to meet anyone. Honestly, she hadn’t gone out expecting to end up in a sex club. Meeting someone as wonderful as Aiden threw her for a loop but she wanted to tell him yes. Zara wanted to see Aiden again and she wasn’t about to deny him.
“Yes,” she murmured. “I’d like to see you again, Aiden,” she admitted. He gifted her with his sexy half smirk and she knew any resistance she might have been feeling was now completely gone.
“I want you, Zara,” he said. No man had ever said those words to her and she could feel her body hum to life again. He rolled her underneath his body and she had to admit, all the feelings of nervousness and worry seemed to dissipate. She didn’t know what it was about this man that made her want to trust him but she did. Maybe that made her a fool but she didn’t really care.
Aiden kissed down the column of her neck and back up to her lips, giving her soft, slow, passionate kisses that felt like he reignited a fire deep down in her core. “Please,” she whimpered and that seemed to be all he needed. He rolled her underneath his body and plunged balls deep into her core. Zara cried out in pain and Aiden stilled.
“What the fuck, Zara?” he growled. She closed her eyes, not really sure if she was trying to hide from his piercing gaze over the fact she kept she was a virgin from him or from the pain of having him sink into her body.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
“You w
ant to tell me what the hell is going on here?” he asked. His question felt more like an accusation.
“Well, I thought we were having sex,” she sassed. From the look on his face, he wasn’t in the mood for her cheeky remarks. Two could play at that game because she wasn’t in the mood to be treated like a child.
“I mean the fact you are obviously a virgin, Zara,” he barked.
“I was a virgin, Aiden. You just took care of that issue for me.” Again he shot her a disapproving look that should have made her cringe but there was no way she was going to back down—not now. She was a grown woman and she was capable of making her own choices.
“It’s no big deal, really,” she added. I’m twenty-five and up until a few seconds ago, I was a virgin. It was about time I took care of that little problem,” she admitted.
“It wasn’t a little problem; it was your virginity. You should have told me or at least given me a heads up. It’s almost as if you lied by omission,” he accused.
“Are you calling me a liar, Aiden? I might be a lot of things but a liar isn’t one of them. I wanted you and you seemed to be pretty into me. I don’t understand what the big deal is,” she said.
“The big deal is that it was a big fucking deal but you didn’t share it with me. As the other person involved here, I had the right to know. Communication is key and you blew that, Zara. You kept a vital piece of information about yourself from me,” he said. His tone was harsh and she knew they weren’t getting anywhere with their discussion, just moving in circles. She pushed at his body, wanting him out of her. They were still joined and this was definitely not the way she pictured her first time. Hell, none of this was, but Aiden was making fantasies she didn’t know existed come true. Maybe this whole night was just a giant mistake but Zara hoped Aiden saying he wanted to see her again was a good sign. Instead, he looked at her like he hated her and all she could think about was getting as far away from him as possible. Aiden took the hint and rolled off her body, allowing Zara to get up. She quickly pulled on her skirt and tank top and found her shoes in the corner of the room. She put them on and grabbed her purse, not wanting to look back at the bed where Aiden was. She couldn’t stand the sadness and disappointment that was going to be waiting for her in his eyes. She had already seen enough and all Zara wanted to do was go home and take a long shower, crawl into her own bed and cry herself to sleep. Tomorrow, she could figure out the rest of her crazy mixed-up life.
Aiden
Aiden spent the next two weeks trying to forget the sexy curvy blonde who haunted his dreams. Every night, as he was about to drift off, he would see Zara slipping on her shoes and not bothering to give him even a second look back. It hurt seeing her walk away but he knew it was for the best. He just needed to figure out why the hell it hurt so fucking much to watch her go. Zara was the first woman Aiden had felt a connection with since Allison left him. It was silly really. He didn’t know Zara and feeling butt hurt over a woman he barely spent an hour with was complete nonsense—but that was where he was at. He had a big fundraiser last night and every blonde woman who came into the room reminded him of her. Aiden found himself wishing Zara would magically appear and when she hadn’t, he thought about going back to the club and finding another blonde sub to take her place but he knew that wouldn’t work either. He had a feeling no one else would measure up to her and he’d end up disappointed and confused.
“Hey man, you look like complete shit,” Corbin assessed. He walked into Aiden’s office, bypassing his mother’s shouts telling him Aiden wasn’t to be disturbed.
“It’s alright, Rose,” Aiden offered. “Corbin doesn’t listen to either of us so you might as well save your breath.” Corbin smiled and agreed with him, watching Rose shake her head at the pair of them and leave his office. “You know, one of these days she’s going to lose her shit with you and just up and quit,” Aiden accused.
“Yeah,” Corbin said with a shrug. “But today’s not that day,” he teased. “What’s up with you, man? You seem grumpier than usual lately, if that’s even possible.” Aiden knew Corbin was referring to his shitty moods since his night with Zara in the club but he wouldn’t come right out and say it. Aiden had told him all about his sexy little bombshell and the way she used him to lose her virginity. Corbin thought the whole thing was a lot funnier than Aiden did but that was usually the way things worked between the two of them. Corbin was easier going and carefree while Aiden had adult responsibilities—namely two little girls who counted on him to be the stable parent in both of their lives since their mother left.
“Not now, man,” Aiden warned and nodded to the opened door. He knew Rose would see it as an invitation to personally spy on the two of them. She meant well, but sometimes he felt like a little boy again with the way she hovered. What he was doing in a BDSM club or the fact he acted like a complete ass to a perfectly lovely woman, wasn’t something he wanted to share with the woman who was like a mother to him.
“Fine, but we aren’t finished talking about what happened, Aiden. You need to get over being an ass. I’m sure the pretty woman from the club has already forgotten all about you,” Corbin teased, again laughing at his own joke.
“What pretty girl from which club?” Rose asked, pushing her way into the room. Aiden groaned and Corbin seemed to find his discomfort even more amusing.
“Go ahead, man,” Corbin taunted. “Tell mom how you fucked up and then I can be her favorite again.”
Aiden shot him a look hopefully telling him to shut the fuck up but from the knowing smirk on his best friend’s face, he didn’t give a shit what Aiden wanted. “We both know you’re Rose’s favorite. I’m just your annoying best friend who you could never shake off,” Aiden grumbled. He hoped he could change the topic, but when Rose put her hands on her hips and stared him down, he knew there would be no getting around her question.
“Focus, Aiden,” she prompted. “Girl—night club?” she questioned.
He sighed, “Fine,” he said. “I met a nice woman at a night club and I fucked things up with her and now I can’t stop thinking about her or the way I screwed everything up,” he admitted.
“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time you goofed things up with a pretty woman. Maybe you should cut yourself a break. It hasn’t been very long since Allison left you and the girls. You should take some time off dating and concentrate on your family. I know that working and your campaign are stressful, maybe you should hire someone to help out,” Rose said. He wasn’t sure how to explain to her that meeting women had nothing to do with dating right now and everything to do with fucking. Corbin smiled over at him, standing in the corner of his office, as if trying to stay out of the way.
“You,” he shouted, pointing at Corbin, “need to mind your own fucking business. And, as for the extra help, I have all I can possibly handle. The company is running as smoothly as possible with Corbin taking over some of my case load and my fantastic assistant having my schedule nailed down to the very last second for me. My campaign is going well and I have excellent staff on that end. Hell, they’ve completely covered up the fact my wife left me. As far as anyone is concerned, Allison is at home lovingly taking care of our family while I’m out winning votes. There hasn’t been one single press leak about anything that has happened between the two of us. I signed the divorce papers and thought that would set off a frenzy in the press but nothing, nada—not that I’m complaining.” His campaign was headed up by some of the area’s best and he couldn’t ask for a better campaign manager. Derrika Clayton was highly recommended and cost him a small fortune, but she knew how to put out fires before they were even an ember and he had to admit he was damn thankful for her. His biggest problem was keeping his new social life private and out of the public eye. If anyone found out he had covered up the fact he and his so called devoted wife were in fact divorced, his whole campaign would be over. He needed to just hang in there a little while longer and then he’d be able to announce his wife had left him and he was tr
ying to pick up the pieces and be the best father he could be to his two little girls. Derrika just wanted to get past the primaries in a few weeks and then he could make the announcement and stop living under the deception that everything was fine. Honestly, he looked forward to the day he could announce to the world he was living a lie. Sneaking around and being under the public’s microscope wasn’t the kind of life he wanted for him or his daughters. Plenty of men were in his shoes and he was sure Derrika was making a bigger deal out of him being jilted by his ex-wife than she needed to. Still, he trusted her and she was his campaign manager. He’d do what she wanted, for now.
“I’m not talking about your staff at work or on the campaign, Aiden,” Rose said, interrupting his thoughts. “I think it’s time you hired a nanny to help with the girls. They hate coming here after daycare while you finish up with work. They’re bored and need more stability then hanging out in your office while you try to make phone calls. They need someone who is going to take them to the park or arrange playdates with kids their age.” Rose did have a point. Connie tried telling him the same thing a few weeks back. He was sure his ex-mother-in-law was trying to help but at the time, it felt like a criticism. Lately, Aiden felt as if he couldn’t do a damn thing right and having Connie tell him he needed a nanny only seemed to drive home his point. If he hired outside help that would mean he wasn’t doing a good enough job with his daughters and that was something he couldn’t fuck up.
“No,” he said. Rose nodded and started for the door, grabbing some files from his desk. He knew he upset her but he was being a stubborn ass.
