by Suzy Shearer
She almost opened her eyes to shout to him but managed to stop just in time.
She could hear him moving, feeling the change of the breeze current as he walked around her. She wondered what he was intending to do to her. She was surprised to discover she was even more excited. She thought it was because she’d finally put her fears behind her and trusted him. She moved one foot as she squeezed her pelvic muscles.
Slap! A hand hit her across the bottom.
“You know not to move.”
She’d forgotten in her surprised arousal. She moved her foot back to where it should be. Nothing else happened. Minutes passed. She thought she heard him move away. The knowledge she was naked, the breeze blowing against her body, her heightened sensations all combined. She could feel how tight her nipples were, feel the moisture between her legs.
She heard his breathing. He was back. He sounded aroused, excited, his breathing was faster, louder. She felt his lips on one nipple, then the other. Felt him pull and rub it between his fingers. Felt the clamp bite onto each one. She groaned softly. It was hard to keep still, to keep her eyes closed.
She felt him pinch her clit between his thumb and finger.
Yes, she thought, do that.
A finger forced its way inside her. She knew he would begin to tease her, do things to try and make her come. She was determined to hold out. The finger beckoned as it pressed against her G-spot.
She held her breath.
Chapter Eighteen
Jessie was wonderful, Aiden thought. She took charge, reassured her worried staff. They’d all gone out for pizza. Aiden had to laugh. Anyone else would have gotten roaring drunk. Not these guys, they went crazy for pizza and doughnuts.
He could see Jess was in pain, and he managed to out of there as quickly as possible. He took her to his home. There he could protect her, care for her. Running a bath for her, he then went back downstairs to ring Gray.
Aiden was angry at himself.
He hadn’t protected her, and she’d been hurt again by that bastard! If he spent the rest of his life making it up to her, he would. He would make sure no one hurt her again.
He poured it all out to Gray.
Gray tried to convince him that it wasn’t his fault that she’d been hit. No one could have predicted it would happen, but Aiden wasn’t about to accept that. Gray shared his horror at the things that had been done to his little girl but he’d given his blessing to Aiden.
Gray had read between the unspoken lines that first day when Jessica had told him about her previous life. Something about the way she spoke, the way she referred to Dennis Finn, he had known his little girl was a submissive.
That was the real reason he’d tried to throw her and Aiden together. Aiden had never hidden his sexual preference from Gray and Gray knew as well as Aiden that she would need a firm Dom to heal her past and give her a future, one in which she could have love. Last month, Aiden had asked Gray for permission to marry her. Gray’s eyes had sparkled with tears of joy as he gave his blessing.
“Take care of her, Aiden. I know you can take away the horrors she’s been through. I’m glad this is over now, the bastard can rot in gaol forever.”
“I hope he does. Thanks, Gray. Talk to you later.”
Aiden hung up and went back upstairs. He stopped and looked out the window.
He’d planned to ask Jessie to marry him over the weekend. He’d worked it all out. They would take the helicopter and he would fly her to a fairy-tale location and ask her. But all that had gone out the window. He needed to know she was his. Needed to know she loved him as much as he loved her. And she needed to know that he wanted her for the rest of his life, wanted her to be his partner and stand beside him. She needed to know how much he needed her and that he was hers alone.
Now he had her standing naked before him. He watched her face, her face suffused with pink from arousal, the mark from the bastard almost blending with her excitement. He fingered her after clamping those tits. She was soaking, he loved it.
What to do to her?
He pulled a chair over, sat down and lifted one of her legs, placing her foot on the chair beside him. He only had to bend his head slightly and taste her. He loved the rich, creamy taste of her. Sweet, thick. He relished her, licking and slurping as he drank her juices. She was trying to keep quiet, but he could hear her soft little mewls. He grinned to himself as he drank.
He pushed two fingers inside her delightful cunt. Looking up, he caught her smile. “Answer. Who owns this cunt?”
His voice sounded gruff to his ears.
“You, Sir!”
“Tell me again.”
“You own my cunt, Sir.”
“Damn right, I do!”
He spread her juices up and down from her arse cheeks to her clit. He watched her face, her eyes tightly closed. This was the final trust, the one he been working toward for many months. To have her with her eyes closed, as if she wore a blindfold.
He pushed a finger into her cunt while he went back to sucking her clit. He felt her move her pelvis closer to his mouth, He decided to ignore that transgression. With his fingers well lubricated from her, he rubbed them up and down, each time spending more and more time rubbing his thumb on her arsehole.
He wanted to prove to her being deprived of sight could be a wonderful experience. That the horrors she’d suffered were nothing like the delights he could give her.
She was subconsciously moving her hips more and more as his mouth continued sucking and nipping. He used his other hand to hook and rub her G-spot. Pushing one, then two fingers into her. The thumb continued pressing against her arse.
A third finger went into her cunt. He began moving them in and out, his mouth trying to match the rhythm. She held her hips close to his mouth, trying to get him to do more. He obliged. He began tapping the G-spot, wriggling his fingers, pushing his tongue into her, then sucking her clit.
She moaned.
That was his signal. He pushed his thumb against the tight rosette. It slid partly inside. She tensed then relaxed as his tongue and other fingers continued. A little more he pushed a little deeper in. He’d taken her in the arse a few times and knew how much she now enjoyed it. After being reminded today of what that bastard had done to her, he wanted to remind her of how much she enjoyed having her arse filled the right way.
Her moans were getting louder. She had forgotten his order to be silent, but he didn’t care. He wanted this, wanted her to forget everything but her body’s sensations. His thumb was in to the first joint. He began moving it in and out. He changed to insert a few fingers.
She began to move in the same rhythm.
He fucked her arse with his fingers and her cunt with his fingers and mouth. She tensed, and he felt her foot alongside him curl into the seat. He glanced into her face. She scrunched it up, trying to concentrate on holding back her climax. He increased the speed of his hands.
Her groans were louder now.
He knew she was beyond control. Aiden decided this was it, it was time. He gave the order.
She screamed.
Her arse grabbed his fingers tight while that magic cunt squeezed his fingers. He felt it, felt the spasms rocking her body as she continued her screaming. She staggered and would have fallen had he not grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap.
Amazingly, she still had her eyes closed and hands clasped on her head.
“You may open your eyes and relax your hands.”
She flung them around his neck. He kissed her. Again and again, he kissed her.
He couldn’t stop kissing her, but finally did.
“I love you, Jessie. You’re mine.”
“Aiden.” She caught her breath, tears filling her eyes. “Aiden, I love you so much.”
He kissed her again and again. At last he stopped and looked down at her in his arms. She was his completely. He carefully stood and carried her inside, laying her on the bed.
Damn! He’d forgotten the clamps.
He went inside to wash his hands, then one by one he removed the clamps. She gave a little grunt of pain as the blood rushed back, but he took each nipple into his mouth to soothe it.
Finally, he lay beside her, their faces close together. He traced her mouth. She smiled. He gently touched her cheek where she’d been hit. It was starting to bruise and he felt his anger rise again.
“Don’t. Don’t let anger spoil this moment.”
“I’m sorry.”
She smiled and looked deep into his eyes. She saw his soul laid bare for her, he knew it.
“Jessie.” He could only gasp her name. She overwhelmed him.
She put a finger against his lips, then moved it away to cup the side of his face. He pressed his lips to her, trying to express everything he felt for her in that one kiss. She clung to him, kissing him back with her own passion. They pulled apart breathlessly.
Aiden wanted her. Needed her. Wanted her in a way that surprised him. He wanted to make love to her without ropes, without clamps, without anything but his love.
She must have guessed because he felt her hand on the zip of his pants. He groaned as her fingers brushed across the head of his cock.
She went to wriggle down, to take him in her mouth, but he held her back.
“No,” he gasped roughly.
She cocked her head, then smiled at him. The smile was filled with love. She helped him shed his trousers then guided him as he pushed his cock toward her.
“Condom.”
She shook her head. “No more.”
He couldn’t hold back the groan. He pulled her closer. She widened her legs and he thrust into her, in and out.
With each thrust, he wanted to tell her how much he loved her. She wrapped her legs around him as he rolled her onto her back. He pushed his cock into her harder, her cunt wrapped around it, caressing it, teasing it, tempting it to fill her.
He felt tears prickle the back of his eyes.
She pulled him down and fastened her lips onto his. He screamed against her mouth as he filled her cunt. It was the most amazing feeling, no barrier between them. Her fingers gripped into his arms as she came as well. His cock was held fast as her climax rippled across her body.
He collapsed. There was no other word for it.
Sweat dripped from his head onto the bed beside Jessie’s head. He felt her unfold her legs, felt his cock slowly deflate and slide from inside that wonderful cunt.
They both lay there, legs still tangled together, his arm thrown across her body.
This was love!
About an hour later, Jessie was stirring. She got up and used the bathroom. Aiden watched as she walked back toward the bed. He loved looking at her naked body.
“Wait on the deck.”
She looked surprised but walked back out onto the deck. Aiden had gone into the bathroom, then padded out into the sitting room. There was a wall safe behind one of the paintings on the side wall. He keyed in the combination and took out the ring he’d bought two weeks ago after he’d spoken to Gray.
He opened the box and looked at it. It was an antique silver ring with a 2.25 carat radiant-cut centre blue diamond surrounded by a halo of pave white diamonds. On each side was a princess-cut white diamond and the shank was adorned with princess-cut channel set and round pave white diamonds on all three side pieces. The ring was hand engraved with fine detailed heart and scroll designs.
He’d actually flown to London to collect it. He’d had a jeweller friend searching the world for him. He’d rung to say he’d track down three antique rings that he thought Aiden would like and they were all in England.
Fortunately, he’d had to travel to England for a meeting so Jess had no idea that he was combining business with pleasure. When he’d seen the three rings, this one had stood out. He had no qualms paying three-quarters of a million for it. Aiden knew that blue diamonds would only increase in value and this one had a particularly fine quality and clarity.
Still, would she like it?
More importantly, would she say yes?
He lifted it from the box and slid it onto his little finger. It would only go to the first knuckle. She had such tiny fingers. A few weeks back he push a couple of her rings onto his fingers, working out the size, while she’d been downstairs making a coffee.
He put the ring box on a cabinet and closed the safe.
This was it!
He closed his eyes and sucked in a huge breath of air, held it, then released it noisily. He looked down, surprised to see his hands were shaking. If anyone had asked him seven months ago if he would ever consider marriage, he would have laughed at them. Now he couldn’t imagine not having Jessica as his wife. She was wrapped so tightly around his heart.
He sighed and walked back into the bedroom. Jessica hadn’t moved, and was still standing on the deck. The late afternoon sun filtered down through the branches of the trees hitting her with dabbled sunlight, making her almost glow. He caught his breath, she look so beautiful.
At first he thought it was incongruous that they were both naked but then realised that here, in the middle of the trees, at one with them, it was only right. She loved trees, she loved nature.
He walked over to her and stood in front of her, searching her face. She cocked her head and gave him a puzzled frown. He cleared his throat. Her eyes widened, he heard her gasp and hold her breath as he went down on one knee before her. He took one hand and squeezed it.
“Jess, my Jess. I love you. The past seven months have been the most wonderful in my life because I found you. I can’t bear to think of living without you. Please, Jess, please—marry me.” His voice broke and he stammered. “Please, Jess say you will.”
Her eyes filled with tears. A most wondrous smile came onto her face as she whispered, “Yes.”
Aiden bent his head, he wiped a tear from his eye then looked back up at her. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you, Aiden, love you with all my heart and soul.”
Aiden stood, then realised he hadn’t given her the ring. He took it from his finger and she held her hand out. Sliding the ring onto her finger, he looked into her eyes.
“You’ve made me so happy, my Jess. So very happy.”
Through her tears, she looked down at the ring he placed on her finger. He waited. Once again he thought to himself, will she like it?
He waited, holding his breath.
“Oh, Aiden!” Her tears dripped onto his hand as he held hers. “Aiden, it’s so beautiful!”
He began breathing again and exhaled loudly in relief. She shook her head in wonder, then before he could react, threw herself into his arms.
Aiden would have trouble remembering the next half hour. It was a blur. He knew they couldn’t stop hugging and kissing each other. He knew Jessica was laughing and waving her hand about, watching the setting sun glinting off it, throwing rainbows across the deck.
They finally both managed to come back to earth.
Aiden helped Jessie to dress, then changed into a pair of jeans. Hand in hand, they went downstairs. There was no other words for it—Jess was glowing. Her happiness was infectious. They entered the kitchen, Aiden needed coffee and he thought Jess would too.
Meara took one look at the pair of them and clapped her hands.
“Oh, Ms. Williams, Mr. Dowling, I’m so happy for you both!”
She hugged them both, shed a tear with Jessica, then fussed over them both. They drank coffee with her. Aiden was surprised when she told Jess that anytime she wanted to cook, the kitchen was hers. Aiden had to fight with Meara to use even the coffee machine. He told her so and she leaned toward Jess.
“He thinks he can cook but all he does is make a big mess.”
“Excuse me, but I pay your salary, so you should show some respect!”
“I am. I could have told Ms. Williams that you’re really a lousy cook.”
At that, Jess had burst into hysterical laughter. It seemed she and his housekeeper had bonded over his l
ack of cooking skills. He loved being in the kitchen but knew a lot of the stuff he produced was barely edible. The only thing he could make with certainty was an omelette.
Once they’d finished their coffee, Aiden suggested they drive over to Gray’s. It was still early and they would only need forty minutes to get there. Jess was happy to go, and said she wanted to show off her ring and hoped her father would be happy.
They said good night to Mrs. Collins and headed over to Gray’s after first checking he was home. He promised to have something organised for them all to eat.
When they arrived, Jessie took one look at her father and flung herself into his arms, crying. It took the men a few minutes to settle her down, then they all went inside. Gray assured Jess how happy he was that he could now officially welcome Aiden as a son.
He was upset at the bruise that was now obvious on her face. She felt Aiden clench her hand when Gray had mentioned it and had touched his arm.
“It’s over, Aiden. He can’t hurt me ever again.”
They drank champagne and feasted on a delicious grilled lamb dish that Isabella had made. They rang Aiden’s parents and told them the good news. They were both ecstatic and Aiden promised they would come and see them again very soon.
He found it hard to stop touching Jessie, touching her hand, resting his arm across her shoulder. A hand on her thigh. He couldn’t get enough of her and the knowledge that she would soon be his.
The three of them sat and talked into the small hours of the night. It was only when Jess fell asleep with her head on his shoulder that he took her back to her house. Carrying her to the lift, they went to his level, and he put her into bed and climbed in alongside her.
When he pulled her into his arms and she sleepily snuggled closer, he laughed aloud.
He mastered her, but she’d mastered him.
They were two halves of a whole and had the rest of the lives stretched out before them. The best part was they would do it all together.
