by Suzy Shearer
The score on their chess games was stacked heavily in Aiden’s favour. She discovered he was an aggressive player and took no prisoners. Still, she managed to win a handful of games.
One Sunday, they went for a hike and had stopped for a late lunch. The place had a large fish tank in their foyer and as they were leaving, an associate of Aiden’s saw him and pulled him aside to talk business. Jess excused herself and wandered over to look at the fish.
She’d been looking for a few minutes when an attractive man had joined her. He started pointing out fish and naming them for her. She felt it was innocent, the man just enjoying sharing information. But when she looked at him, he had winked at her and she realised he was subtly chatting her up. Suddenly, she’d felt Aiden’s fingers on her arm as he almost dragged her from the restaurant and out to the car.
The drive back to his house was silent. A few times Jess had gotten the feeling that Aiden was a jealous man and now this episode had proved it. She decided to ignore him, let him sulk and just enjoyed the drive.
When they arrived back, they went upstairs and sat relaxing on the deck off his personal sitting room. Or rather she sat relaxing, and Aiden was still moody. He still hadn’t said anything. Jessie was about to tell him he was acting like a jerk when he grabbed her hand and dragged her into the bedroom and onto the bedroom deck. He ordered her to strip, then tied her hands behind her back.
He looked down at her, his face filled with something she couldn’t put her finger on. It certainly wasn’t anger, but for the first time since they’d been together, she could see he wasn’t in control at all.
She watched him as he walked around her. He was in a strange mood. She wasn’t sure how she should act so she kept as still as she could.
“You’re mine.”
His voice was harsh as he glared at her. Then he walked behind her, grabbed the braid that she was wearing and roughly pulled her head backward. He kissed her savagely.
“No man can ever touch you. No one! You’re mine and mine alone. Do you understand? Mine!”
She gave a start. Was that what it was all about? He thought she wanted someone else? Thought other men wanted her? He hit her backside, and she staggered as he came back in front of her. She tried to search his face, pleading with him to tell her what was wrong.
“What have I done wrong? I didn’t encourage that man, he just came over to tell me about the fish,” she blurted out.
He grabbed her and pulled her close.
“I saw his face. He wanted you.” She heard anger in his voice, saw it written on his face.
“But I didn’t want him. I never encouraged him.” Jess had pleaded. “I only want you!”
He muttered something under his breath. He turned away and stepped to the railing on the deck. She could see his fingers whiten as he gripped it hard. This was a new Aiden. She was a little scared. Not for herself, but for how he was reacting.
He left the rail and came back to her, his face a mask again. He reached out to trace her lips.
“I’m sorry.”
She tried to smile. He shook his head.
“I want everyone to know you’re mine alone.”
He angrily stepped away from her and she heard him walk out of the room. Puzzled, she waited patiently. Twenty minutes passed. Jessica thought he must be trying to get past his anger. She waited, worried.
At last he returned. She glanced across, she could see he had something in his hand but couldn’t see what it was. He stood behind her again. Suddenly she felt something cold on her neck. Her heart pounded and she almost screamed until she heard a click.
Aiden came back to the front of her.
“Now everyone will know.” He sounded satisfied, happy, his anger gone.
She tried to see what he’d put around her neck. He laughed and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. She’d dangled down. This was a different Aiden again. He carried her to the bed and threw her onto it. She bounced awkwardly because of her bound hands.
Aiden pushed her onto her stomach. A few months back, he had introduced her to his flogger and although at first it scared her, now she had grown to love it. Aiden put his hand under her tummy and pulled her into a kneeling position with her head on a pillow on the bed and her arse high in the air.
He fingered her, then smacked her behind. She grinned into the pillow. It made her excited when he hit her. He never hit her hard, just enough to make her tingle. He respected her fears and never exceeded what he knew she could handle. She loved him for it but would never tell him.
She was too scared to say “I love you” in case it frightened him. Just in case, for him, it was just a permanent Dom-sub relationship. Instead, she silently whispered it to herself.
She heard him open a drawer and withdraw the flogger. She groaned with delight as he used it on her arse until it was stinging enough to cause her to moan. He threw it aside and she felt his hands rubbing. They gripped each globe and massaged it.
He flipped her over, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and untied her arms.
“Hold your tits together.”
She obeyed him and he pushed his cock between them.
“Lie back.”
He followed her down and then fucked her breasts.
“I love your tits. They’re mine, like your cunt.”
Jessica loved it when he talked so dirty to her. He kept fucking them, then pulled away quickly. It was as if he was trying to mark every part of her body. He grabbed a condom from the drawer and gave it to Jessica ordering her to roll it onto him. She complied.
He put her leg on his shoulder and held his cock at her pussy entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming. I don’t care how many times you come. I want to hear you scream.”
He pushed his cock into her and began to thrust hard and fast.
“You love me fucking your cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She panted.
“Say it.”
“I love you fucking my cunt.”
He began rubbing her clit as he pushed in and pulled out. Jess was close to orgasm already. Between the flogging and him fucking her breasts, she was way passed excited. He was grunting “my cunt” each time he thrust in. She came. She screamed as she did.
“Louder!”
He kept up his relentless pounding, his fingers pinching and tweaking her clit. Jessica had no resistance. She felt another orgasm building up. If he kept playing with her clit like that, she would come.
He kept playing.
Again, she screamed.
Aiden began to breathe rapidly. He pushed his dick into her as hard as he could, she felt him grip her clit hard as he shouted her name, but he wasn’t finished. She felt him jerking, filling the condom. He pulled out, his cock flaccid.
He kept playing with her clit, as if he wanted her to have more and more orgasms. She wasn’t going to disappoint him. He forced a few fingers into her then spread her juices up and down. He kept doing it until, from her arse to her clit, she was soaking.
She felt his thumb against the rosette of her arse as the fingers of his other hand continued their remorseless assault on her clit. His thumb went deeper in. Jessica wanted more and it surprised her. Maybe this was more of a trust thing. She pushed down on his thumb.
Aiden groaned.
She felt him withdraw the thumb. He moved away. She felt bereft. He went into the bathroom but quickly returned. He must have got rid of the condom. She glanced at him. His cock was beginning to rise again.
“Fuck, Jess!” He sighed and looked at her. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded, unsure of what he wanted. He groaned. She heard the drawer open again, another condom. This time he slid it on, after rubbing his cock a few times to harden it more.
“Kneel again.”
She did. He pushed her head down, her legs wide apart. Aiden pushed a finger into her. He rummaged in the drawer again but she couldn’t see what he did. He started rubbing bet
ween her arse cheeks and clit again. She felt coldness—he was using some sort of lube. Jessica felt a tendril of fear, but she couldn’t hold back her whimpers as his fingers dipped in and out.
A second later, she felt his fingers grip her clit while that thumb was back. This time she could feel it slide in easily because of whatever he’d used. He kept pushing the thumb in and out. Then it stayed out but instead a finger went in. All the while, his other hand was playing with her clit. She wriggled a little, trying to get him to push harder.
She felt him moving the finger around in her arse, and he slowly pulled it out then pushed it in, but this time another finger was held alongside. Jess groaned. She felt another orgasm begin as he scissored his fingers inside her arse, stretching it, widening it, relaxing it.
“Ah,” she screamed. “More.”
He kept stretching her until a third finger entered. Jessica felt like she was one huge orgasm. Between his fingers fucking her arse and the others on her clit, she couldn’t control herself.
He leant close to her.
“I want to fuck your arse. Do you want to use your safe word?”
Jess turned her head to look at him in surprise.
Safe word? No way!
Not the way she was feeling. She shook her head.
“Look at me Jess. I promise I won’t if you don’t want to. Please, my Jess, don’t say yes just for me.”
“I’m not.” Even to her ears her voice sounded husky, needy, full of arousal. Aiden groaned.
“Promise me you will scream ‘red’ if it hurts the tiniest bit?”
She nodded. He covered his condom-covered cock with lube.
She tensed but Aiden went back to playing with her clit. He used a finger or two inside her and his thumb on her clit. His other hand still had fingers in her arse. She’d lost count of how many, all she knew was she was so turned on, so excited. She felt his fingers withdraw and he held the head of his cock against her arse.
Before she could tense, his fingers inside her found her G-spot. She bit the pillow as he began tapping it, at the same time she felt his cock slowly move forward. It was an amazing feeling as he slowly moved back and forth. She knew he was only taking his dick a little way in, but it felt so good. Those fingers inside her, the thumb on her clit and now his cock.
“Tell me. Tell me you love me fucking your arse and your cunt.”
“I do,” she replied breathlessly. “I love you fucking me.”
“Let me hear you come.”
He increased his thrusts, increase the fingers dancing on her G-spot. She could feel the orgasm hovering, just a few more seconds. She pushed her arse against his cock. He groaned as it slid a little further in.
There was a little pain but she had no intention of using her safe word. This was amazing and she hovered between the pain and the pleasure, her arse and her pussy both filled.
She could feel how much he was in control, continually ensuring he didn’t go in too far or cause too much pain. He pulled it back again, not wanting to enter her too far or stretch too much this first time.
It was enough!
She screamed.
Aiden shouted.
They both came again. Aiden grabbed her butt with one hand, holding it tight, pinching it as he filled the condom. Jess had no strength left in her legs. She felt her legs shudder as they gave way. Aiden’s cock slid from her arse and he fell alongside her.
Few minutes later he stood and went back to the bathroom. She heard him run the bath. He came back and picked her up, carrying her in and putting her in the tub before climbing in behind her.
She lay against his chest, his arms wrapped around her. Aiden held her gently in his arms, letting her slowly come down. Letting her deal with what had just happened between them. She felt him wash her, and she thought she may have dozed, but all she knew was she was safe and protected by Aiden.
Eventually, the water began to cool and Aiden stood, carefully lifting her out and wrapping her in a towel. He carried her into the bedroom and dried her off. Then he settled her in the middle of the bed before drying himself and climbing in alongside her. She snuggled into him and certainly dozed. Maybe an hour later, she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her as if it was the first time he’d seen her. She smiled at him.
He kept repeating, “My Jess. Oh god, my Jess.”
He kissed her neck.
“Thank you.” Aiden whispered against her ear.
“For what?”
“For trusting me. Tell me honestly, did I hurt you? I tried not to go in too far.”
“No, you didn’t hurt me.”
He looked sharply at her.
“Well, maybe a little, but I liked it. It surprised me that I liked it a lot.”
“I know what he did to you, Jess, but I wanted to show you that things don’t have to be bad.”
“I understand.”
“I’ve tried to resist for so long, but today. Today I was so angry.”
Jessica turned her body so she could look at him.
“I know it wasn’t your fault, but that guy hitting on you pissed me off big time.”
“Oh gee, I didn’t notice.”
His eyes widened, then he shook his head with a grin.
“You’re racking up punishments.”
“Maybe I want to.”
“Hell, Jess, you get me so fucking excited I can’t think straight. I’m your master, I should be always in control. It’s my job to keep you safe.”
“No one should be always in control, Aiden. Sometimes you need to just let go, like today.”
He kissed the side of her face.
“What did I do to deserve you?”
She grinned at him, and he gave her a very self-satisfied smile as she turned to settled back against his chest.
“Anyway, now everyone will know your mine.” He sounded very smug. “Jess I don’t mean that in a way that demeans you as if you were a possession. I just want people to understand that we’re together, a team. I’m yours and your mine and now they will.”
Jessie remember he’d fastened something around her neck. She reached up with hand felt. It was a band of metal a few millimetres thick. It was a collar. It was her turn to have a self-satisfied grin.
He may not have said it, but now she knew it meant he loved her.
Chapter Seventeen
Jessica was proud of her collar. It was a burnished silver and it looked elegant around her neck. When Jess had asked Aiden about it, he told her he’d had it made several weeks before he put it around her neck. It had been hand-forged in silver. The front of it was flat and it curved against the shape of her neck and collar bone. Toward the back, it became tubular and locked together.
Wryly, he told her he had intended to formally ask her to allow him to collar her, but that day his jealousy had overridden everything and he’d been determined to announce to everyone she was his.
Often, Jessica found herself stroking it with her fingers. It felt as if it were part of Aiden when he couldn’t be with her. It represented more than just his mastery of her. It represented his commitment to making her happy.
She met his friends, and he enjoyed spending time with Carl, Jeannie, and even the crazy Wilson. Bess became a favourite of his when he discovered that she and her partner Mona loved to paint and both were accomplished artists. He commissioned them to design a piece for the main foyer of the Dowling complex.
A few times, Aiden and Jessica were photographed together. A month later, one magazine managed to get a photo of the two of them with Gray and had announced to the world that she was Gray’s daughter, something that had only been speculated on before.
The headline had made a great play about the fact that she was a billionaire’s only daughter who was inseparable from a man who’s wealth was close to her father’s. It had mentioned that she herself owned a multi-million dollar company that was becoming a leader in its field. At first she was upset by the articles but both Aiden and Gray told her to igno
re it all. She soon learnt to smile sweetly and act gracious.
* * * *
“Jess, there’s a man here. He’s demanding to see you,” Bess said. She sounded wary almost frightened.
“Do we know who it is?”
“He won’t give his name.”
“Okay, I’ll come out there.”
“Are you sure, Jess? He seems, well he seems scary.”
Worried, Jessica questioned Bess. “What does he look like?”
“About six foot, brown hair. If he wasn’t so scary, you could say he was attractive. Maybe late forties or early fifties.”
Jess got a funny feeling at Bess’s words. She felt nervous as she walked out to the reception area. Her worse fears were confirmed. She felt physically sick.
It was Dennis!
“Hello, Jessica.”
“What do you want?”
“Now is that anyway to speak to an old friend?”
“You were never a friend.”
He laughed. It was a slimy, horrid laugh.
“No, I wasn’t.”
He looked about. Bess was watching him, worried. He leered at her then looked back at Jessica.
“Can we talk in your office?”
“No, anything you have to say, you can say here.”
Dennis looked so scary to Jessica and obviously to Bess as well. He looked at Bess again.
“I’m just her old friend, Dennis.” His voice even sounded scary. Looking back at Jessica, he spoke quietly.
“If you want to talk here, okay. Here’s the thing. I read about you. Nice little rich girl now. All moral and upright.”
“Get on with it.”
She tried to look cool and calm, but she was shaking like a leaf. Dennis gave her a cruel grin. He knew the effect he was having on her, knew what buttons to press.
“How about you share some of that wealth with me?”
“No.”
“No? I think you need to consider it otherwise I will have to contact a few newspapers and tell them what you used to do.”
