Her Cravings Mastered [Dark Desires 2] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Suzy Shearer

  Aiden stuck his nose in the spare bedrooms and then into the media room and the study. She heard him laugh when he saw that. Her study had three desktop computers set up and there were two laptops as well.

  “Got enough computers, Jess?”

  “Actually, I was considering getting another.”

  He looked at her in surprise until she spoilt it by giggling.

  His voice dropped an octave. “Mm, I like it when you tease me. Makes me think of punishing you.”

  The sound of it went straight between her legs and she felt flustered. Aiden saved her by walking into the kitchen. He opened the door to her butler’s pantry and whistled in admiration. She had every electrical gadget imaginable in there. Once she’d caught the cooking bug, there was no stopping her.

  “And you use all these?”

  “I love to cook.”

  “You do? That’s another thing we have in common then, although I have to admit I don’t do it as often as I’d like to and I’m not that good. My housekeeper, Meara, hates it when I invade her kitchen.”

  “I took some classes when I first moved out here.”

  “Smart idea.”

  He glanced at his watch.

  “It’s six thirty. I rang and booked a table for seven when you were in the shower, so we’d better go.”

  “Just let me get my bag.”

  Jessica ran back up the stairs, quickly put on some lipstick and brushed her hair. She picked up a black clutch purse, shoving her wallet and phone into it. She went back down. Aiden had just finished putting his shoes on. He’d tied his tie and as she got to the foot of the stairs, he stood and held out his hand for her.

  He picked up his jacket and they walked to the door. Jess grabbed her keys and slid her shoes on as they walked out to the lift. Surprising her, Aiden pressed the button for the parking level. Jess had assumed he’d caught a cab to and from his home. She was excited when he led her to the Boxster. Jess had a thing about cars, especially convertibles. She loved driving with the top down and having her hair messed up by the wind. Unfortunately, she didn’t own one, just the BMW sedan they all used in the office. It didn’t make sense to buy one, although she’d lost count how many times she’d been tempted.

  Aiden helped her in and she couldn’t stop grinning as he drove out of the garage and onto the street. They drove for about twenty minutes until Aiden pulled up outside a very exclusive restaurant. He helped her out of the car and tossed the keys to the valet.

  “No joyriding, Steve,” he joked.

  “I’ll try and be good, Mr. Dowling.”

  They both laughed, Jess was beginning to see that Aiden had a special touch with people. They seemed to genuinely like him and he treated them with respect. Jess tried to tidy her wind-blown hair. In the future, she’d plait it if they were riding with the top down.

  She realised she was definitely thinking “future” when she thought of them together.

  Leading her inside, he was greeted warmly by the maître d’ and they were ushered to a table. Jess recalled the meal they had shared. Was it only a couple of nights ago? She’d been terrified. Now she felt a little more relaxed. There was still some tension in her, but it was more along the lines of learning about someone. And of course, she couldn’t deny the sexual magnetism Aiden held over her.

  They sat down and were handed their menus. Aiden looked at Jessica and innocently asked, “Is there anything in particular you’d like, or shall I order something for you?”

  Her eyes widened, recalling that these were the exact words he had said to her on their first dinner date. He spoilt the effect by laughing.

  “Seriously though, Jess, shall I?”

  “You want to, don’t you?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t help it. Just me being bossy.”

  “I guess I have to get used to it.”

  He reached over the table and took her hand.

  “Jess, does that mean you see this as the start of something special?”

  Jessica blushed and looked around. This wasn’t really the place to start talking about this. She felt him squeeze her hand, and he cocked his head, waiting. She sighed. Yes, she thought, I’m going to have to get used to this bossiness.

  “I guess I do,” she answered, as quietly as she could. “Although I do agree we have to talk about things.”

  “I’m glad, Jess. There’s something about you that I just can’t resist.”

  She knew she looked surprised at his admission but that look soon left her face as he repeated his earlier question.

  “So do I order for you?”

  “What happens if it’s something I don’t like?”

  “You tell me and I choose something else.”

  Warily she said, “Well, I guess so.”

  He laughed and studied the menu. After a few minutes he gestured for the waiter who had been hovering nearby.

  “Ms. Williams will have Scottish smoked salmon with caviar and I’ll start with the Sautéed Dover Sole. Then to follow, fillet of venison for Ms. Williams and I’ll have the Chateaubriand.”

  Aiden raised an eyebrow at Jessica and she nodded.

  “Thanks. Can you ask the sommelier to select something for us?”

  “Certainly, Mr. Dowling.”

  A few minutes later the sommelier arrived and there followed a conversation between her and Aiden that lost Jessica completely. She enjoyed a wine but for her it was either red or white, sweet or dry. Obviously Aiden knew a hell of a lot more about wines than she did. Still, it was interesting, hearing the conversation. In the end, they agreed on a bottle and the sommelier left, returning a few minutes later with a bottle that she opened and poured for Aiden to try.

  He nodded his agreement, and she proceeded to fill Jessica’s glass and Aiden’s, then left. Aiden asked her if she liked it. Jessica took a sip. To her, it was a white wine. She said it was nice and Aiden burst out laughing.

  “I guess it must look silly to you, discussing a bottle of wine.”

  “Actually it was interesting, not that I had any idea of what you were talking about.”

  Aiden turned the conversation to generalities by talking about books. He seemed to know how to relax her. Soon they were in deep discussion about various old authors in the murder-mystery genre. Their starters arrived, but the conversation continued. By the time they’d finished the main course, they had come to an agreement on a few authors but still argued about a few others. Aiden liked Christie but preferred Sayers, and she loved Christie and liked Marsh.

  Aiden ordered them both a serving of Flourless Hazelnut Cake, Gianduja Mousse, Orange Curd, and Praline Ice Cream, plus a coffee. By the time they left, over three hours had passed which surprised Jess. They walked out to the kerb and waited while Steve brought the Boxster round, then Aiden drove expertly back to her apartment.

  As they rode up in the elevator, Jess began to feel nervous again. She wondered what was in store for her. Aiden had his arm lightly around her waist. They exited the lift and Aiden held out his hand for the keys. Opening the door, he let her walk inside and then followed, closing the door behind him and putting her keys back on the hall table.

  Jessica walked to the centre of the large open room and stood waiting, wondering. She heard Aiden come up behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing them.

  “And now, Ms. Williams, now I intend to make love to you.” His voice was seductive in her ear. “Do you enjoy being tied?”

  “Yes. You tied me before.”

  “Yes I did, but now I intend to show you my skill in Shibari.”

  “Shibari?”

  “The Japanese art of tying a person.”

  Jessica didn’t speak, didn’t move.

  The voice in her ear continued. “First, you will remove this delightful dress, then whatever underwear you have on. You will not remove your shoes. You will then slowly walk up the stairs in front of me.”

  Jessica began to breathe heavily. This was it, this was
where they would officially start. Could she?

  Aiden didn’t say anything, he’d dropped his hands from her shoulders and waited. When he’d tied her earlier it was different, it was, she guessed, a warm-up. A way of gently introducing her to his tastes. She knew being tied excited her. But this time, this time it would be strictly on his terms.

  Could she give over control to him?

  Would he abuse her trust?

  Still, he waited patiently as she stood still, wondering, churning things over in her mind.

  He’d shown himself to be honourable, and she remembered how he had thrown the blindfold away and told her he would never use it. She wanted him, she wanted to trust him. She craved him. But now she had to decide whether she could let him master her.

  Her father’s words echoed once more in her mind—start living. She closed her eyes and threw back her head.

  He’s seen my body, seen my scars, and wasn’t revolted. I’m going to do it, she thought and part of her was surprised, while part of her rejoiced.

  Slowly she reached a hand behind and unzipped her dress.

  She heard Aiden exhale noisily, as if in relief. He must have been holding his breath—waiting, wondering, hoping.

  Jessie let the dress fall to the ground. She stepped from it. Once more, she put her hands behind her back, and this time she undid the clasp on her brassiere, letting it too fall to the ground.

  Aiden was breathing loudly, she realised it was exciting him to know she was obeying his command. Some little mischievous imp deep inside her began to rise. She took one step forward, her legs apart and hooked her thumbs into the side of the knickers. She began to lower them and bent forward from the waist to push them down her legs. Lower and lower she let them fall until they had reached her ankles. She knew from the way she was bent over he would be getting a good eyeful.

  “You’ll pay for that.”

  His voice was gravelly with excitement. Those four words went straight to her clit. Part of her was afraid of how he might punish her and the other part was so aroused she thought she could climax. She stepped out of her undies and stood erect.

  That soft, silky voice was in her ear again. “I won’t use a paddle on you, miss, but I have two hands.”

  She gasped.

  “The stairs.”

  Jessica began to walk, and she could hear Aiden behind her as she climbed the stairs, then walked into the bedroom.

  “Stop.”

  She waited a foot from the bed. She heard him go to the walk-in wardrobe, then return. He threw a few hanks of rope on the bed.

  “Now, Ms. Williams. I intend to wrap you in rope. Then I will fuck you. At no time can you climax, that is if you can help it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes… yes, Sir.”

  “Good. You will not move.”

  Aiden took a hair clip from the nightstand and roughly bound her hair up. He picked up one hank of rope and began to intricately and slowly tie it around her body. He interwove it in places, his face a mask of concentration as he created a complex weblike binding around her torso. When he was finished he stepped back and looked at her. She glanced down.

  “This is called a Kata or bondage rope harness.”

  She never been tied like this before. He moved one rope slightly until it was directly over her clitoris. She squirmed and it sent a ripple through her body. She decided she would keep very still, if she didn’t that rope would cause her to come.

  “That is a Sukaranbo, a crotch rope.”

  He picked up another rope and tied it around her. His movements were slow, sensuous. Just the act of watching him wind the ropes around her body was exciting.

  This new one was encircling her torso with rope, both above and below each breasts then criss-crossing. He used the last of the rope to tie her arms behind her back.

  “Shinju.”

  His whispered voice was becoming thick, almost gruff, with his own arousal.

  To Jessica, it felt as if the ropes were caressing her body, holding it tight, an extension of Aiden’s fingers. She felt cocooned in rope. Her breasts tied, ropes knotted up and down her body, embracing her, controlling her, restricting her.

  She knew she was panting, knew her heart was beating faster. Her senses were heightened. The rope pressing against her clit was overwhelming her sense of feeling. It seemed to be magnified. Aiden circled her. She felt him tug a rope behind her and immediately the rope tightened on her clit.

  She held her breath.

  He came back in front of her.

  “Take your shoes off. Kneel down.”

  Awkwardly she managed to get onto her knees.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  As she did, the rope between her labia sent sweet sensations coursing through her. She closed her eyes for a moment, maybe he wouldn’t notice if she snuck in one tiny climax.

  “Don’t!”

  Damn him!

  He moved away again. She waited, each second that passed was sweet agony. She began to sweat. Holding back the orgasm that was hovering so close was so hard, so painful. Jessie was trying to keep very still, anything to stop that damn rope. She felt him behind her, gathering his fists in her hair.

  He moved back in front of her again. He’d removed his suit coat, his shirt and tie, his shoes and socks. He stood before her, barefooted with just his trousers on.

  Slowly he unzipped the fly and moved his briefs aside.

  He let his cock spring free in front of her face. He held it with one hand.

  “Open.”

  Without hesitation, using the fist in her hair, he pulled her face toward his cock. She opened her mouth to let him push it in. Aiden began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, all the time pulling her head back and forth with the hand he had wrapped in her hair. His movements kept making the rope between her legs rub and pull on her clit. She was certain she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from climaxing as he continued to thrust and she didn’t care.

  She felt him begin to increase his speed, he would almost withdraw, then slam his cock back into her mouth. She was gagging a few times, but between the rope and her sucking him off, she knew she was about to come.

  All at once, he jerked his cock and pulled her tight onto it. She felt him spurt a load into the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly then sucked at his cock.

  She wanted to come, she needed to come.

  Aiden withdrew his cock.

  “Please, Sir, may I?”

  “No.”

  Aiden knelt down on one knee. His face level with hers. She wondered what he was going to do to her. She soon found out as he pushed one, then two fingers inside her.

  “Please, Sir!”

  “No.”

  His fingers plunged in and out, the rope rubbed more and more and her body trembled. She felt tears run down her cheek.

  “Oh please, Sir, I beg you, please.”

  He shook his head and continued to fuck her with his fingers and the rope. She was crying now, the effort to hold off too much for her as she exploded. She kept screaming as her body shook from a massive orgasm.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she stammered. “I’m sorry!”

  He continued to use his fingers on her. He tortured her, pressing against the tender nub of her clit, rubbing her G-spot. On and on he kept up his relentless onslaught, causing her to orgasm again and again as she continued to whimper. Finally he dropped his hand. She was weak from holding back her orgasms, then letting them rock her. She almost fell as he stood and looked down at her.

  With one hand under her arm and the other in her hair, he pulled her to her feet.

  “You came without permission. You will be punished for that.”

  “I’m sorry, sir. I’m truly sorry.” She gulped.

  And she realised she was, she had disobeyed him, even though she had tried so hard. He stripped off his trousers and briefs and threw them across the room. He walked over to one of the couches and sat down.

  “Come here.”
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br />   She walked to him, the rope rubbing against her labia and clit still sending shivers up and down her body. Her breasts were tingling from being bound. Her nipples so hard they were almost painful.

  He looked out the window. Minutes passed without him speaking, she stood there waiting. Ten minutes went by.

  He looked back at her and stood. He untied her hands and the rope binding her breasts. She screamed softly as the blood flow rushed back into them. The pain became pleasure as she felt his hands massaging her nipples, her breasts.

  He sat back down again.

  “Come here.”

  She moved closer.

  “Over my knee.”

  Somehow she managed to lie across his knees but it only made the rope tighter.

  “You have earned my hand. Three, because you tried to be a tease downstairs, and five more for coming without permission.”

  Jessica felt the blood rush from her face. This was it. This was where Aiden proved himself honourable or abusive. She tensed, her body one mass of fear.

  He rubbed his hands on the globes of her arse. She clenched her teeth and held her breath as she felt him lift his hand, then strike her bottom.

  “This time I will count silently, but in future you will count aloud for me. I understand how much this is frightening for you, but we have to get you past your fear for your own pleasure.”

  Jessica was surprised that he knew what she was going through.

  His hand continued to slap her. At first she was frightened, but gradually her fear turned to arousal as each strike sent waves of pleasure and pain through her. He would hit then rub her cheeks. She lost count in her head as his palm continued to strike her arse. Finally he stopped. She felt his hands rubbing, tugging on the rope, squeezing her cheeks.

  “In future, you will obey me.”

  “Yes… yes, Sir.” She whimpered. Her bottom was beginning to burn now.

  “As further punishment, I will not give you another orgasm until later. Stand up.”

  Jess stood. Between her burning bottom and the ropes, she desperately wanted to come again but Aiden had forbidden it. He began to untie her. She was so relieved when the ropes fell to the ground around her feet.

  “Go and sit on the bed.”