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

by Lilly Wilde

  “Please answer the question, Mr. Raine.”

  “I can’t think of anything right off hand.”

  “I’m glad you said that, because there’s a second part to your session today.”

  “Which is?”

  “From what I’ve gathered, you’re accustomed to having things your way—you prefer a certain level of control…do you not?”

  “One could say that. But can’t the same be said of anyone?” he asked.

  “Yes, I suppose,” I replied. “But we’re here to discuss you, so let’s keep our focus on that.”

  “Let’s.”

  “Do you struggle with relinquishing control?” I asked.

  “Possibly,” he replied, a wary edge to his voice.

  “Hmm. I see.”

  “Just what is it do you think you see, Dr. Cason?”

  “You know, Aiden. Sometimes if you allow yourself to release that control, even just a little bit, you can find pleasure. So I’d like to try that with you. Do you think you could let go of your preconceived notions and let me take the lead?”

  His green gaze narrowed as he considered my question. “I can try.”

  “Good. How about you lie back for me? I want to sit on your face.”

  “Shit…finally. Something I can work with.” He lay back on the couch and stroked his cock, his eyes fixed on me.

  “Wait just a minute. There are a few rules that I need to stipulate beforehand.”

  “Rules?” His brows lifted, and he chucked as he shook his head. ”I don’t—”

  I tossed him a look and he stopped mid-sentence. He’d been very good so far, but that pesky dominant side was clawing to come out.

  “As I was about to say…there are two rules. Rule number one—you give and I receive. You are only to remain there and let me ride that beautiful mouth of yours. And rule number two—although I’m sure you’ll be tempted to do so, you cannot touch me, not unless I give you permission to do so. That’s it—those are the rules. Simple enough, right?”

  “If you say so,” he said, scowling.

  I knew he didn’t like this, but I had to prepare him for the main event. I was hoping this part would help the transition, that his disdain for my having control would soon be less of an issue.

  Under the darkening of his gaze, I slowly removed my heels, my stockings, my garter and lastly my panties. Aiden’s eyes moved over my nakedness, pausing at the space between my thighs. I knew he wanted to grab me and fuck the hell out of me, but he didn’t move, he simply watched—the hunger of his gaze touching my skin, sliding down my body and exploding in my core. I loved having his eyes on me. It was the very hottest of eye fucks. It made my sex clench and it made me wet…so incredibly wet.

  I was completely naked, standing over him in silent admiration as his hand moved up and down his impressive length. There was the slightest of moisture at the tip—all I could think was pineapple and how much I would love another taste. When the clear liquid spilled down the side of his cock, I had to choke back the urge to dive on it. “Take your hand off of your dick.”

  He looked up at me, his green eyes filled with defiance, as he struggled with my request.

  When he finally moved his hand, I placed my foot on the side of the lounge. “If you need somewhere to place your fingers, I have just the thing.” I spread my lips for him. “Do you like how pretty and pink it is?”

  “Indeed I do, Dr. Cason.”

  “Touch it.”

  He moved his middle finger down the wet slit and then back up again.

  “I think a pussy like mine needs a little bit more than that. I suggest at least two fingers.”

  His gaze was hot on my face as he eased into my wet center, twirling his fingers and then repeatedly pushing up into me. I could have easily come undone right there.

  My eyes were fixed on his. “Now taste of it,” I said.

  He pulled his fingers out of me and traced them over his lips before sliding them inside his mouth. The hunger of his gaze drifted from my face to my pussy as he licked the taste of me from his fingers.

  “Is that not enough?” I asked. “Do you want more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then ask me.”

  “Can I have more of your sweet, sweet pussy Dr. Cason?”

  I removed my foot from the chaise and slid my palm slowly down my abdomen until I’d reached the apex of my thighs. With my index and middle finger, I flicked my clit as he watched. I looked at his hands, and they were clenched into fists.

  A growl rumbled in his chest. “Don’t tease me.”

  “I’m not teasing you.” I slid a finger inside my pussy and then pulled it out, and repeated his act of tracing my essence over his lips. “It’s all in the name of science. Therefore, I’m only doing what the experiment requires.” I inched closer. With one knee on the lounge, I straddled him and lightly grazed my sex across his delightfully sinful mouth. A low moan escaped him as I sank down, and smothered his beautiful face. My resolve to retain control weakened when his tongue slid between my swollen lips.

  “Oh,” I breathed. “Oh, that feels so good.” I moaned as I rotated my pussy on his tongue, my hips gyrating slowly as I pressed down on his mouth.

  Too worked up to hold in what was screaming to be unleashed, I was coming within only a couple of minutes, coating his lips with my sweet release. I wanted him inside me so bad that it hurt, but I had to wait. I had to save that part for later.

  “Well, look at that,” I said. “My come is all over those sexy lips.”

  “Why don’t you lick it off?” he challenged.

  “I’d like nothing better, but I’m not allowed to kiss you.”

  “I didn’t say kiss. I said lick. Or is that also not allowed?”

  “How about you lick it off for me while I go grab something for the next phase of this experiment? I’ll be right back,” I said. I went to another room and came back with leather cuffs in my hand. “I’ll need to secure you in these.”

  His brow arched. “You expect me to let you restrain me?”

  I looked down into his piercing green eyes and pulled in a nervous breath. “Yes,” I replied, knowing full well he wouldn’t like this in the least.

  He shook his head and coolly said, “No. I’m not doing that.”

  “But you promised.”

  His eyes bulged. “When? This is not something I would ever promise to do, Aria.”

  “And now, you’re breaking character? Just great! Why are you ruining this for me? When you requested I dress like some streetwalker, I did it. Yeah, I was a little hesitant, but still. And when you asked me to blindly trust you, at a sex club of all places…tie me up, gag me and fuck me in the ass, when I had never had anal—did I back out on you? No! Did I once break character, even though I was freaking the fuck out? No! And I should have, because I was scared shitless!”

  He looked almost remorseful, but I knew he wouldn’t budge. “I had a reward for you at the end—something I knew you’d love. I guess you could say it’s an early birthday gift. I knew this would be difficult for you, so I wanted to give something back to you…to help balance out what you’d be relinquishing to me—but you’ve gone and ruined everything.”

  “I’ll do it,” he said, in a rush.

  “That’s okay. I don’t want to anymore. You’ve spoiled the mood.” I grabbed my dress and was about to slip back into it.

  He walked over to me. “Don’t do that,” he said, and pulled at my dress. “Now, you’re making me feel guilty.”

  “You should. Let go,” I said, yanking my dress. “You don’t really want to do it, so let’s just go.”

  He rubbed his hand over his chin as if he were considering my request. I was hopeful, but not at all sure he would say yes.

  “So what does it involve?”

  I grinned and dropped the dress, but he held up his palm, stopping me in my tracks. “I’m not agreeing. I’m asking what this entails�
��nothing more.”

  “No. I’m not going to tell you that. That defeats the purpose. Either you’re in or you’re out. And for your sake, you’d better be in. I mean it, Aiden.”

  “Dammit, Aria. Fine. I’ll go along with this but I’m warning you—”

  “No, you’re not warning me. I’m warning you. You owe me this, and if you bar me from collecting, we’re going to have a problem.”

  “I must really love the hell out of you, woman.” He shook his head at me.

  “Okay, so follow me and let’s get you in place, Mr. Raine,” I said, getting back into character.

  I started toward the room I’d slipped off to a few minutes before. Within a few seconds, I heard him following me. I slowed my steps to let him catch up and then led him to a room that was staged like a bondage dungeon. There was a spanking bench in the far right corner, a cage on the opposite side, suspension frames hanging from the ceiling and countless other contraptions were spread throughout the room. In the very center was a large bed draped with a canopy and dark red curtains. It had a vast iron headboard with large intricate swirls and patterns. The footboard was the same, but it was slightly smaller.

  “The cuffs are used to strap your arms and legs to the bed.” I didn’t want him to think I’d even considered using anything other than the bed, because he would have definitely called the whole thing off.

  Aiden stepped beside me, and I looked up at him to assess his reaction. He scanned the room, a frown on his handsome face as he took it all in. I didn’t say anything more, because I knew we’d start the debate all over again. After a while, I held out my hand to him, but he didn’t budge. Seconds later, he looked down at me with an angry glare in his beautiful eyes. I returned his heated gaze with one of my own. A few moments later, he finally placed his palm in mine, and then I led him to the bed.

  “What exactly do you expect to happen here?” he asked.

  “We’re only using the bed. I promise,” I said, refusing to tell him anything more.

  He stared at the bed, and then he looked at me.

  “I know this may be somewhat unorthodox,” I said.

  “You think?”

  His agitation with me and my faux experiment was no less than I expected, but I was starting to lose my patience with him. I didn’t respond to his insolence—instead I fell back into my role. “As I was saying, it’s a bit unorthodox, but I can assure you, you’ll be handsomely rewarded should you complete all phases of this exercise.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at me. “Hell, I’d better be.”

  I tossed him a warning look and he sighed.

  “I’d like to put these on you now, if that’s okay,” I said, lifting the cuffs.

  He uncrossed his arms and then stretched them in front of me.

  I fastened a cuff around his right wrist and then the left. “I must say, I’m a little disappointed. From all of the research I’d gathered, I’d thought you’d be more willing to experiment. Your need to maintain control is a bit disconcerting. I’ll be sure to take note of that, Mr. Raine.”

  “See that you do…Dr. Cason,” he replied, as I motioned him toward the bed.

  He didn’t move, so I grabbed his hand and coaxed him to follow me. “Can you get in the bed, please?”

  He sat on the bed and moved to the center. I grasped his wrist and moved it slightly above his head. “You may be more comfortable if you lie back,” I said. I waited for him to recline, and once his head was on the pillow, I secured each wrist with strong metal snaps that fit into the openings of the headboard.

  He wouldn’t look at me. He stared at the ceiling. He was pissed, but I wouldn’t let his attitude deter me. After having firmly secured his ankles to the footboard, I looked at him and said, “I’ll be right back.”

  I left the room and later returned wearing an ultra-short rhinestone dominatrix corset dress with a matching choker. My hair was loose, falling around my shoulders, and to complete the look, I was wearing black leather seven-inch stiletto lace-up boots with spiked studding.

  I took in Aiden’s anxious expression as he lay powerless and shackled to the bed. His eyes moved over my body in a crazed rush. When his gaze fell upon the leather whip in my hand, he struggled to sit up in the bed, but the restraints didn’t give.

  “Shit!” he said, as I started walking toward him.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Fuck no, Aria! Take these off.” Aiden yanked his cuffed wrists to no avail. Even with his considerable strength, there was no way in hell he’d break free of the restraints.

  I started toward the bed, the sound of my heels ringing across the room. “I will not release you until I’m done. And it’s really in your best interest to stop resisting.”

  “Aria, I’m not bullshitting. We’re not doing this!”

  “Oh, but we are. I’ve had it up to here with your mouth and if you continue to disrupt this process, you just may find yourself gagged,” I warned and flicked the whip. It sounded with a sharp crack, and he jerked at the restraints again. There was something so sexy and appealing about seeing this dominant man totally at my mercy. I could do anything and everything I wanted and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. I climbed in the bed, grabbing one of the thick curtains to balance myself. I stood over his body, placing my foot on his chest as I peered down at him. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m done.”

  I didn’t know what had come over me, but I felt a rush of power I had been long missing. And it surged through me like a mind-altering drug. It was dark and sinful and I was basking in it.

  Just barely touching him, I eased my boot down the center of his body. Stopping right above his special place, I applied the slightest of pressure, just enough to let him know I was dead serious about my intentions. “The more you resist, the less you’ll enjoy this. So relax and let me make you feel good.”

  “I don’t know how the hell you expected this to play out, but you’re treading on thin ice. Take these off…now!”

  “Am I supposed to be afraid because you raised your voice? Because I’m not. So I suggest a little less with the barking of orders and a lot more listening, because you’re going to do exactly as I say…and you’re going to like it.”

  He stared at me with absolute upset. I knew I had to find a way to make him at least open his mind to this if either of us were to get what I’d planned.

  “Aiden, please don’t be this way. I promised nothing too extreme, didn’t I? Trust me.” I pleaded. Fuck, I’ve broken character.

  The intensity of his glare faltered. I hoped his softened expression meant he was considering my plea.

  “Does this experiment involve drugs? Because I’m gonna need something to get through this shit,” he said.

  “As a matter of fact, I have a little something that may enhance our time together.”

  I stepped off the bed and went to a table in the corner and returned with a ball gag. It resembled a pacifier and there was a hole in the tip that would pull in alcohol from the bag that was attached. He had to bite into it and suck in order for the tequila to be released.

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Aria?”

  “Who is Aria? My name is Dr. Cason, and I fully expect you to address me as such unless you want to be punished,” I said, holding up a pair of nipple clamps.

  His green eyes widened. “Who are you?” he asked, searching my face, his brows furrowing in confusion.

  See how it feels when the shoe is on the other foot, babe. I had wondered the same thing about him when he’d brought me to this sex club. “I’m the person who wants to take you to the dark side.”

  His furious green irises moved over my body, his gaze resting on the whip that was at my waist.

  “And don’t worry about this,” I said, holding up the whip. “I have no intention of using it. But it does give this getup that little something extra, don’t you think?” I winked at him.

  His m
urderous glare persisted—he didn’t find my little joke funny in the least.

  “I sense your resistance, so we can skip strapping this to your head, but if you want something to take the edge off, I suggest you use it.”

  If looks could kill, I would have dropped to my death right then and there.

  When Aiden didn’t respond to my offer, I placed the ball gag in my mouth and sucked, the alcohol burning as it went down. I extended it again to him and this time he nodded. I placed the ball between his lips, and he pulled a vicious amount of tequila into his mouth. When I motioned to pull it away, he bit down, cueing me to leave it exactly where it was.

  Satisfied that Aiden would soon be a much mellow version of himself, I stepped over to a tall, wooden chest and grabbed a feather tickler. “Since you’re still hesitant, perhaps another exercise will lower your anxiety,” I said and moved the feathers over his chest, down his abdomen and toward his cock. “Close your eyes. Relax.”

  He held my gaze for a measure before finally closing his beautiful, angry eyes.

  “Now, slow your breathing.” I watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest. It took a while, but his breathing gradually evened out.

  “Breathe deeply, gently and fully. Pay attention to the air passing in and out of your lungs—see how it slows your thinking.” I was relieved when the muscles along the length of his body started to relax.

  “That’s very good, Aiden. Now, sense the life in your body and feel the air on your skin.” I moved the tickler down his long, muscular legs, appreciating the glorious view of this beautiful man. “Become totally immersed in this moment.”

  I walked over to the speaker system and pressed the yellow button in the console’s center and the music started. It was ominous and erotic—a perfect complement to this room.

  I picked up a blindfold and walked back to the bed. “I want to cover your eyes. Not to take anything away, but to add to it. So don’t panic.” I slid the black material over his head and to my surprise, he didn’t resist. Maybe the tequila was finally doing its thing.

  I watched as he swallowed another mouthful. “Savor every drop and really taste.”

  Brushing my fingers lightly over his arms, I sensed hairs, not skin. “Feel our connection, the heat, even without touching,” I said. “Become aware of how your skin feels. Be conscious of every touch. See the effect on your muscles. Sense your surroundings fully. Become aware of your entire body and feel with every cell. Now, with no thought, see how it heightens this experience?”