Only His Touch: Part Two (The Untouched Series Book 5)

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by Lilly Wilde


  “I know you have,” he said, reaching to stroke my cheek. “I’ll behave and give you the night I promised. So let’s kick your plans into high gear. What’s my part?”

  “Finally. Geez, the things a girl has to go through with you.” I grimaced.

  “I’m worth every minute of it.”

  “I’m starting to wonder about that,” I said. “So you showered on the plane right?” I asked.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Well, you’ve done your part. My only two requests were that you were clean and hairless. I need you nice and smooth,” I said, as I pointed to his crotch. “Our night awaits.” I opened the door and lifted my brows suggestively. “After you.”

  He shook his head with a grin and walked past me.

  We were in my car and shockingly enough, Aiden was behaving. “I don’t want you to have any clues, so I’ll need to blindfold you.” I passed him a pair of wireless ear buds. “I also want you to wear these.” They were synced with my playlist. The music was dark and sensual, so I hoped it would be a subtle method of mind control that would prepare him for what was coming.

  “I still have reservations about this,” he said, as his furtive and uneasy glance fell to the black material.

  I placed the blindfold over his head. “Reservations or not, you agreed and you will not renege,” I replied.

  “I can do whatever I want.”

  “In this case, I want you do to whatever I want, that’s if you want me to continue letting you do whatever you want to my body.”

  “Is this another one of your attempts at negotiation? If so, a little advice, you need to negotiate with something that you don’t care to lose out on yourself.”

  “Who says I’ll be losing out? I don’t need you to give me an orgasm. I have a plethora of devices for that.”

  “The old reliable Battery Operated Boyfriend, huh?”

  “You got it.”

  “So, B.O.B. can fuck your sweet, tight pussy the way it needs to be fucked? Does it hit the exact spot that drives you crazy? You know…the one that gives you exactly what you need…exactly when you need it…the one that makes that pussy purr.”

  Holy shit! As if restraining myself wasn’t difficult enough already—his dirty talk made it next to impossible to keep my legs closed. “You never tire of boasting, do you?” I asked.

  “Just as you never tire of my fucking you.”

  “Okay. Enough with the excess chatter. Are you in or out?”

  “As if you had to ask—I’m in, princess, as deep as I can go.”

  I paused and let Virginia ride out the tingling sensations spurred on by his crude remark. The thought of him hitting the depths of me—going so deep it was like he was part of me, that he belonged there—was driving me mad. His dick was truly gifted—one that had mastered fucking as though it was a rare art form.

  “Mmm.” I said as I reached around to cover his eyes.

  “What?” he asked.

  “You smell so good. I could just eat you up.”

  “Good, because I want to do the same to you. We can get started right here.”

  “Aiden,” I warned.

  “Okay, okay. I’m blindfolded. Now what?”

  “I’m going to place the ear buds in, and we’re starting our night.”

  Chapter Ten

  Within thirty minutes, we’d pulled up to the front of a sleek twenty-story building that boasted the name Seducente. Our last visit here seemed like a lifetime ago. It had been our first date, so I was just getting to know the man who was destined to sweep me off my feet. I remember feeling extremely nervous—I had no idea what I was stepping into. Although I knew what was behind the doors this time, I was just as nervous tonight, because what I had in mind wouldn’t be easy…not with a man like Aiden Raine.

  The valet attendant opened my door, and I told him I would take care of Aiden’s. I assisted Aiden out of the car and guided him to the front of the building. Just as last time, two security men were stationed near the double entrance. One of them held the door open as Aiden and I stepped inside. I was rather surprised he was still being so wonderful about everything. He’d made a comment here and there about my coercing him, but other than that, he was eager to go along with tonight’s plan—under my terms, which was the shocking part.

  As promised, Julie Schneider was waiting at the large desk in the center of the extravagant lounge.

  “Hello, Ms. Cason,” she said.

  “Hi, Julie. Everything set?” I asked.

  She scanned Aiden from head to toe. Even with the blindfold, he was quite disarming, I knew that, but she eyed him for much longer than what would be considered polite.

  I cleared my throat. “Julie. I asked if everything was ready to go.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Everything has been staged to your exact specifications.”

  “Thank you,” I replied and extended my hand to her, but her attention was once again on Aiden. “The key, Julie. I’ll need the key.”

  “Yes. Of course,” she said, and passed the red piece of plastic to me.

  “Perhaps if you focus more on your job and less on my companion, I wouldn’t have to prompt you.” I had quickly become irritated with her.

  “I’m sorry, Ms. Cason,” she replied. She offered a meek smile, clearly embarrassed by her break in decorum. But it served her right—she wasn’t here to ogle the guests.

  She flipped her light brown waves over her shoulder and stepped from behind the desk. “If you’ll follow me,” she said, her hips sashaying as she escorted us to the elevators.

  We were going to a different area of the building than that in which Aiden and I had on our previous visit. I was sure Aiden knew where we were, so perhaps the blindfold wasn’t necessary, but I thought it added to the excitement, and it also placed him in the mindset of turning the reins over to me for the night. This would only work as much as he allowed me to take the lead. To be honest, I was worried he wouldn’t really be able to do it.

  Moving the red card over the lock, I opened the door and escorted Aiden inside. I looked around and was excited to see how authentic the room looked. After removing my cover-up, and doing a little something to my hair, I pulled a pair of glasses from my purse and put them on.

  With anxious hands, I removed Aiden’s ear buds. “Okay. We’re here, but before I take off the blindfold, I want to remind you that you’re to do as I say tonight.”

  He nodded and once I removed the blindfold, his eyes immediately found mine. His brow lifted when he took in my hair and the glasses. After assessing my attire, he focused on my face for a moment longer, smiled and then he surveyed the room.

  It was staged like a psychiatrist’s office. I was wearing a wrap dress. My hair was in a neat bun and I was wearing the same glasses I’d worn when he’d brought me here.

  He looked at the desk and smirked when he saw the name plate. “Dr. Cason. Sex Therapist,” he read aloud.

  “That’s correct, Aiden. It is okay that I call you Aiden, isn’t it?” I asked, falling into character.

  “Suits me just fine, Doc,” he said. “So why am I here? Do you think I need sex therapy?” He grinned as he wandered further into the room.

  “I didn’t say that. Why don’t you have a seat over there?” I pointed toward the chaise lounge in the corner.

  He removed his jacket and loosened his tie, and then walked over in front of the lounge. Once I grabbed the tablet from the desk, I took a seat in the chair beside him. “I’m conducting an experiment, and I was told you’d be an excellent candidate.”

  “What type of experiment?” he asked, as he sat on the lounge.

  “Didn’t your company provide you with the specifics?”

  “No. I’m afraid I’m at a loss,” he said, smiling, amused by the start of our little game.

  “I facilitate sex seminars, and I’m adding a new discussion module to the presentation, but needed to verify some information prior to
listing it on the curriculum.”

  “What type of information?” he asked.

  “We’ll actually be addressing a few areas today. The first is response to stimuli.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure I follow.”

  I placed the tablet on the small table beside me and then stood in front of him. I fumbled with the tie on my wrap dress. “My belt isn’t cooperating. Can you help me out?”

  “I’d be more than happy to do that,” he said, and leaned forward.

  I stepped closer to him and observed as he deftly untied the belt and pulled it from my waist. His eyes gleamed brighter as he watched my dress fall open. “Is this part of the experiment?” he asked, his hooded gaze sliding slowly over my body.

  “That depends. Lie back and let’s see if it had the desired effect.”

  He repositioned himself in the seat, propping himself on his elbows.

  “I’ve been standing here like this for about ten seconds.” I glanced at the bulge straining against his pants. “And it would appear you’re already acutely alert.”

  Understanding crossed his face as he focused on my breasts, my nipples hardening under the intensity of his emerald gaze.

  “On a scale of one to ten, how hard is your cock right now?” I looked over the rim of the glasses, awaiting his answer.

  He reclined in the chair and said, “Since you do this type of thing for a living, I suggest you touch me and judge for yourself. I won’t mind at all. As a matter of fact, I strongly suggest it.”

  He was so good at this.

  “You know, I think you’re right. Actually, this would work much better with you naked, so let’s start there.”

  He sat up and removed his shoes and socks and when he reached for his tie, I said, “I’ll take care of the undressing part. I want to observe as closely as possible—for the sake of the experiment, of course.”

  “Not a problem.”

  Aiden stood and I reached for his tie. With the tip of the fabric in one hand, I slowly traced my way upward with the other, the dark silk running through my fingers as I eased it from his collar. I swallowed my growing lump of nerves and stole a glance at him, only to realize I’d made a mistake—the instant my gaze surrendered to his, he pulled me in—and I fell deeper into the dark emeralds that were his eyes. After several quiet seconds, he finally blinked, enabling me to exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

  With the exception of our breathing, we were surrounded by silence. I wondered if he could sense my nervousness. This was crazy. It was Aiden—my Aiden—so why was this so unsettling for me?

  I started unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get an eyeful of the ripped body that awaited me underneath. After the last button, I trailed my hands down his muscular arms, and let the garment fall to the floor.

  Next item to remove—his pants. Choosing to avoid his eyes this time, my gaze rested on the contours of his chest. I reached for his waist, determined not to look down at what I knew was already fully loaded and ready to consume me. But when I didn’t move at all, he flashed a smile.

  “Why don’t you let me take care of that?” He stepped out of his pants and his boxers.

  I closed my eyes, reminding myself we had quite a ways to go, so I had to keep focused.

  Get it together, Aria. This is your show—not his.

  Once he reclined in the lounge, I leaned over and moved my palm over his shaft. He was hard, which was obvious without touching him, but I couldn’t help myself. I did, however, resist the urge to run my hand up and down his length. It was so beautiful…so long and so terribly thick. I curtailed my eagerness and took a seat beside him.

  With my dress still open, I crossed my legs and watched his eyes trace up and down my body. “Aiden, I’m going to ask you a few questions, and I would like for you to reply with the first thing you think of.”

  “No problem.” He interlinked his fingers and placed them behind his head. “Shoot.”

  “When you think of a woman’s breasts, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?” I asked.

  “Yours.”

  Fuck, I hadn’t expected that. I looked up from the tablet to see that he was smiling.

  “Tell me about that,” I said.

  “They caught my eye almost immediately. My first thought was to rip that bra away, but then I told myself that it would be inappropriate behavior. But I can look and tell you what I think, right?”

  I nodded.

  “While I couldn’t be certain, because I’ve not had the opportunity to see for myself, but from where I’m lying, your breasts appear to be in need of a strong pair of hands. I would even go so far as to say they’re begging to be touched…quite possibly licked and definitely bitten.”

  I gave the appearance of jotting down notes on my tablet, but my mind was on one thing and it wasn’t the damn tablet or my pretend note-taking.

  “What’s your favorite part of a woman’s body?” I asked.

  “I don’t have just one,” he replied looking at me, pure seduction in his eyes.

  “Okay, well, allow me to rephrase. What are your favorite parts of a woman’s body? Before you answer, I would like for you to show me on my body, touching me as you explain.”

  A sinister smile played around his pink lips, and then he looked up at the ceiling. “Let’s get something straight first.” He turned toward me. “Are you paying me for this session or am I paying you? Because I’d gladly pay for this type of therapy every day.”

  “From what I’ve heard about you, I’m sure you would.”

  “And just what have you heard about me?”

  “I’m not at liberty to say,” I replied. “Now if we can get back to this, I have other clients waiting.”

  “Very well.” He sat up on the lounge. “This would work better if you were here.”

  After he stood, I removed my dress— only wearing a bra, panties, a garter, stockings and heels. I then perched on the lounge chair on all fours.

  I looked over at him standing in front of me. His cock was aimed straight at my mouth. My eyes locked in on the plush head, but I couldn’t—not yet. “Now. Touch me in the places you like most on a woman’s body.”

  He lightly traced the back of my calf and then trailed his fingertips upward, stopping right below my panties. “Legs. I love the curve of a woman’s legs and the way they project length when in heels, such as they do on you, Dr. Cason.”

  It was nearly impossible to avoid responding to his touch or to the sound of his voice. Just to be near him was an orgasm waiting to happen.

  “Okay. Duly noted. What else?” I asked.

  “The legs lead to a site I can appreciate for hours in so many, many ways. Your ass,” he said. “It’s round and tight,” he added, as he straddled the couch and palmed my curves.

  I swallowed and asked, “Just how would you go appreciating my ass?”

  He slid my panties into the seam of my butt and spread my cheeks apart. “Sometimes simply by touching…like this,” he said.

  Oh shit. My insides were throbbing. Virginia was finished with this game. Everything was torture. He moved his finger down the seam of my behind and it took everything in me to keep still.

  If I stood even a slight chance of getting through this, I needed to move him along. “What’s next on your list?” I asked.

  “You didn’t let me finish. A kiss is always enjoyable. Whether it be here,” he said and kissed one cheek and then the other. “Or here.” He spread me open and licked the snug tissue between my cheeks and then kissed it. He then reached down between my legs and rubbed his finger back and forth over my pussy.

  I stifled a moan. “And next?”

  His palms moved up my hips. “The waist,” he said.

  “And why is that?”

  “It’s central to a rough and thorough fucking. My hands wrapped tightly around a woman’s waist—digging into her skin as I fuck her—pulling that delightful ass back
toward me as I ram my cock inside her….hard…and so deep…as if her pussy was bottomless.”

  Holy shit! I’m not going to make it through this.

  His dick was on my ass, poking and prodding as he motioned me back toward him.

  “Anything else?’ I asked.

  “I know I mentioned this before, but I forgot one detail about your breasts. Can you lie on your back, please?”

  He stepped back, and I turned and reclined on the lounge seat.

  “I’d love nothing better than to slide my cock between those beautiful tits, Dr. Cason.”

  Aiden hovered over me, moving closer to my chest and sliding a finger beneath the center of my bra. “I’d start out slow like this.” He moved his finger back and forth underneath the fabric. Before I could object, he’d unclasped my bra and slid his cock between my boobs. “Then I’d pick up the pace,” he said, as he started moving, the head of his dick abusing my chin. “I’d grab your tits and wrap them around my dick…thrusting harder…moving faster, until I came and then—”

  “I think I get the picture,” I said abruptly. “We can stop now.”

  He held his position, stared into my eyes, and then lowered his gaze to his cock resting on my chest.

  I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands. “I’ll need to get back to my chair.” I was so hot for him that if I didn’t do something to redirect our game, it would be over before it had really started.

  He still didn’t move. After a while, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh, finally allowing me to return to my seat. I touched my finger to the chin his cock had so viciously assaulted and found it wet with his sticky sweetness. With my back still to him, I slid my finger into my mouth—I simply couldn’t resist. Oh, God! He tastes so good! I took a deep breath and then swallowed the desire to ask him for more. I should not have let him go so far. I needed to set the pace, not him.

  After tossing my bra aside and sliding back into my dress, I sat in the chair and started the next phase. “When it comes to sex, is there anything you aren’t willing to try?”

  “Why?” he asked. “Is there something new on the table?”

  He was frustrated, and it wouldn’t be long before his patience got the better of him.

 

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