Through the Lens (Through Series Book 1)

by Sophia Emerson

  “Meaning?”

  “I'm in complete control. Tying up, some toys, interesting positions.”

  “You're... you're a..”

  “I'm a dominant.”

  “A dominant as in dominant and submissive.”

  “Yes.”

  “Like 50 Shades of Grey?”

  “God no. I am not a sadist. I like control, control in everything. Control... control calms me. It's why I am so gruff around everyone. Well, everyone but my family usually.”

  “Do you have a playroom?”

  “Yes.”

  “And showers.”

  “Only with you.”

  “How many girlfriends have you had?” Claire asked as she bit the inside of her lip nervously.

  “None. I told you that already.”

  “So this is new to you? Something that you've recently got into?”

  “No.”

  “But you...”

  “Claire, I have never done girlfriends... relationships. I had women that were my submissives but I have never dated them. Never took them to dinner. I was their dominant. I cared for them, protected them, gave them their fantasies in the playroom while they were under my control.”

  Aidan took her hand as he looked her in the eyes. “Last night was a first.” Claire looked to him. Curiosity clear on her face. “I let you on top. I found I quite enjoyed that, with you.”

  Claire smiled. “So did I.” Claire blushed at the memory of being with him.

  “So I have to have a contract before we do anything? Anything in the room.” Claire asked as she bit her lip, thinking about fantasies that she had over the years.

  “The contract is mostly between us about what we will and won't do.”

  “Do I need to sign now?”

  “No, I would like you to look it over. Think about what it would mean and if it’s for you.”

  “Will you spank me?”

  Aidan was thrown by the question as he looked warily at her, “Do you want me to spank you?”

  “Yes. I think I do. And then maybe try out... other stuff.”

  “Are you sure? After your experience I didn't think...”

  “You said last night that the past is the past it doesn't make me who I am today. Shall I curse to get you in the mood again?” Claire asked as she walked back to him, naked except for her heels that clicked on the marble floor.

  Aidan walked to her, gripping her arm. “As a dominant, that would make you a submissive.”

  “Haven't I followed your instructions in the bed?”

  “You have. So far,” he said with caution as he looked at her trying to gauge what she would do.

  Claire bit her lip. Could I allow him to dominate me? Would her memories assault her like they did the night before? She stood there in silence as the questions flowed endlessly. She remembered his light touch and how gentle he was in bed that night and the shower just a couple hours ago.

  “You don't have to do any of this. We can leave now.” Aidan turned to leave, stopping as he heard her whisper.

  “I can try to be submissive in the bedroom. In the world, I'm a dominant. Maybe I'm tired of being so strong all of the time. Maybe I need someone to take care of me,” Claire barely whispered as she stood in front of him. Their naked bodies barely brushing at points. “Please, show me your room.”

  “No. We will use the couch.”

  Aidan grabbed her arm as he walked over to the couch in his room, he sat down and pulled her over his knee. “I'm going to hit you four times. Then I will have my way with you as I see fit. I will take you any way I choose.”

  “Yes sir.” Claire said. The thought of giving Aidan complete control; to stop always thinking and just give in was a huge turn on. She had gone through a phase where she’d read all the romance books she could devour and had always been turned on with the thought of spanking.

  She was naked and sprawled across his lap. Her pubic hair tickled his knee. He hit her against her bare butt cheek. Claire gasped as she slid forward on his lap. Three more hits and tears were threatening to fall but she was more turned on than she had been in the shower or the night before. Aidan pulled her to the bed. “Can you stand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Can you be tied up? If not tell me to stop and I will immediately.”

  “I can try it.” Claire was curious and her curiosity was bringing her to the best sex she had had in her life. Aidan gently put on the restraints.

  “Hands.” Claire did it without question. “Turn around.” She did and he fastened her hands to the footboard, near the bottom. He pulled the rope and she bent following the rope so that she was bent over. Her butt high in the air as she leaned over. She was fully exposed to him. She looked over her arm towards Aidan.

  “Just like you requested down in the office but this allows us to go... deeper.” Her butt cheeks were red from his smacks. He kissed each cheek as he pushed two fingers into her. She was already wet. So ready for him. He grabbed a condom and slid it on and pushed himself into her, almost all the way without hitting her cervix. She screamed in pleasure as he drove himself in again just as hard. Claire met his thrusts as she pushed back bringing him even farther into her. “Stop.” He commanded. “You're going to hurt yourself if I go in too deep.” He pulled out quickly and undid the hand restraints.

  Claire couldn't hide the disappointment. “Don't pout.” He leaned over kissing her as he bit down on her lip. “I'm not done with you yet.” He said with a sly grin.

  He looked back to his closet. “Are you sure you want to see the room?”

  “Yes.” She said, almost panting.

  Aidan undid the ties around her wrist and pulled her towards his closet. She eyed him cautiously as he laid his hand on a panel. The door clicked and slid open revealing a room. It was the same click that she had heard when she had the blindfold on. He moved into the room and she stepped up. Seeing the room for the first time, her eyes widened as her stomach clenched. She wasn't sure if her stomach had butterflies from the looks of the room or fear of the pain she could imagine. She took a step forward. The lights all slowly clicking on.

  The 'white room' was even more than she could have imagined. The whole room was covered in white and black; a large black bed with large white posts with black metal hooks hanging at different spots on the bed stood proudly in the middle of the room. A black leather couch and white leather armless chair sat beside the bed with blue L.E.D. lighting in boxes around the room, illuminating the room. The walls looked like padded curtains but she knew the truth... it was a soundproof room. The floor had changed from the wooden floor in his closet to white marble. She stepped farther into the room. She looked at the different gadgets that lined one wall with tons of drawers, she walked towards it touching the whips that hung on their specific hooks. Deeper into the room, she noticed that it was larger than she expected. There was two more large sections with different contractions. She looked through the curtains on the bed, seeing Aidan leaning against one of the walls, watching her intently. She couldn't read his eyes but something seemed to call her to him. Walking past the bed she finally caught a glimpse of Aidan and the large swing type thing that was beside him. Claire bit her lip as she kept walking, to where Aidan was standing boldly and proudly watching her. She finally had the opportunity to really look at him fully as he stood there naked and full erect. He was the largest man that she had ever seen. She did not know how he fit all of himself into her and she was past the point of wondering. She needed him in her, fully. She wanted him to bury himself so deep inside of her that she would remember for weeks how deep he had buried himself in her. She walked slowly towards him, trying to be brave in her nudity, she hated heels but seeing Aidan harden and become even larger as she walked towards him she knew that she would have to buy some more heels and lingerie.

  Aidan's hand reached out. As he guided her to the swing contraption beside him. He moved her around to be where he needed. She smiled as he put the straps around her ankles
and up to her thighs and pulled them widely apart. She leaned back into the swing strap. Before she knew it and without any warning he grabbed the top bar as he pushed hard into her and soon they were in a rocking motion as he pulled his penis almost out of her each time before pumping it back in. They weren't making love like they did last night, they were fucking and she needed this. He grasped the bar as she tightened and screamed his name as the orgasm hit. He smiled smugly as he pumped into her lengthening her release and he released himself. He stayed there until he was completely spent, pulling out and tossing the condom into the trashcan. He grabbed some of the wipes and wiped himself off and came back and wiped Claire off thoroughly before he loosened the straps and helped her to stand.

  “I think I like this swing.”

  Aidan’s eyes burned with satisfaction as he unstrapped Claire from the swing. “We should definitely get you home or we may never leave.”

  “Yeah I have two photoshoots tomorrow,” Claire said still absent minded from her bliss as she stood beside Aidan. She looked over his shoulder and saw the whips. She bit the inside of her mouth. They kind of scared her but she loved his spanking her too much. Was I a monster for receiving pleasure from his hand connecting with my ass? For almost orgasming on the last hit as I moved forward on his lap and my hair on his leg teased my stomach? Could I be what he needed in this room, even with my past? Or would it be too much?

  Aidan stepped back and looked at her, “Are you alright?”

  Claire smiled looking to him, “Shouldn't I be asking you that? I've never been better in my life,” Claire said as she wrapped her arms around him and he squeezed her arm.

  “Get dressed. We will leave immediately. There is a restaurant I'm going to take you to and it will be a two hour drive to the city at least.” Aidan walked from the white room, grabbing some clothes from the closet, Claire followed him in silence. She was too happy to speak.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Claire walked out of the mansion and saw a dark tinted black SUV running. The back hatch was open. Aidan walked out from the back. “I have your bags in the back.”

  “Thank you.” Claire smiled as he opened her door and she climbed in.

  He slid into the car noticing that he she was still unbuckled. “Seat belt. The car does not move unless you are buckled in.” Aidan said, looking forward.

  Claire watched as his set jaw did not move, amused. She grabbed the belt and buckled it.

  “There. Happy?” Claire asked, sarcasm dripping in her voice.

  “Yes.”

  Aidan pulled out of the driveway. The silence in the car allowed her to finally gather her thoughts of everything that had happened in less than twenty-four hours. Her therapist would be proud and a little worried. Claire slipped off her heels and crossed her legs, her arms resting against the window that she laid her head against. She watched as the scenery passed. She thought of the words that she had overheard as he talked to someone on the phone. A contract... I would be under contract. It all sounded more like a business deal than a relationship. Like a contract between a whore and a pimp. Would he discard me when he was done like he did with the other girls he had mentioned? Could I keep him interested? Claire took a breath trying to calm her mind from the billion questions that always seemed to be flowing within her.

  “What are you thinking?” Aidan asked as he looked over to her. His phone started ringing but he silenced it.

  “You should answer it.”

  “They'll leave a message.”

  “It could be important.”

  “It always is.” Aidan stated as a fact. “So what are you thinking?”

  Claire looked out her window. “You talking about the contract.”

  “You know you shouldn't eavesdrop. It's rude.”

  Claire looked to him. He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed. She felt the strength and the pain as she looked over to him.

  “I won't eavesdrop.”

  “Good.”

  “I still want to know what you meant. I don't want to be your whore.”

  “My what?” Aidan almost roared, grasping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

  “A whore. It sounds like a business deal. The only kind of sexual business is whores.”

  “Nothing about this is a business deal. Contract is the closest word to what it will be. It will be a binding arrangement where we will lay out our rules, like no touching your neck. I think we fixed the eyes closed part though,” Aidan said with a smirk of triumph.

  “How many before me?”

  “None like you. The others were never seen with me. They went into the room and it was the only place I saw them. They had specific nights.”

  Whores. Claire’s mind instantly thought as she looked out the window.

  “I know what you are thinking. Yes, they were paid for their services. No, I did not see them as whores. They were my submissives and I, their dominant. They were a means to an end.”

  He stated it like it did not bother him to pay for the sex. Claire looked at him, studying him as he drove. Focused on the road.

  “What does the contract include?”

  “Rules, Guidelines, Punishments.”

  “Punishments?”

  “We shall have to add cursing to the list. It's not becoming in a woman to swear.” Aidan's phone rang again. This time he answered it. “Ashby.” He said as he slid the bluetooth around his ear.

  “No. I want the building to the specs that I emailed to you this morning. Yes, I am fully aware that it's Sunday. When has that ever stopped me from working?” He stopped. “Yes, I'm aware of the change. I want it done. Buy the lot, set it up. Also buy the other three lots as well. Yes, it's a new venture. Buy it.” Aidan ended the call as his phone rang again. He hated being questioned; it's why he no longer had a board, after he bought them out. He ran his business like he wanted to.

  Claire closed her eyes, leaning her head against the headrest. She had not gotten much sleep and she was exhausted. The contract and his words echoed through her mind like an unending carousel in between memories of his touch, the shower, the wedding, and the dance. Her breathing slowed as Aidan spoke endlessly to the people who kept calling.

  Aidan looked over and saw Claire deep asleep against the window. He lowered his voice as he made all the business calls that he needed to make.

  “Siri, call Brandon Serbin.” The phone barely rang as the phone was connected. “I need you to design an app.” Aidan gave the specs that he wanted to have in the app. He knew the man would expand on it and make it functional. An app designed with Claire in mind. He had an app for his drawing that they could market but he wanted to make it even more special and specific for Claire.

  Claire's head fell forward. Her chin to her chest. Aidan touched her arm. “Claire, wake up.”

  Claire looked over and smiled, “Sorry, I fell asleep.”

  “Lean your seat back. Sleep.”

  “You’re ok driving?”

  “Yes. Sleep.”

  Claire leaned her seat back and turned towards him, smiling. Her eyes drooped and soon she was back asleep.

  Aidan looked over to her. What was is about her that brought his cold heart thumping? He hadn't felt this way since Ella was brought into the orphanage, battered and terrified. Their group took one look at her and folded themselves around her like a barrier. Aidan pressed his speed dial #2 and a sleepy voice answered.

  “Hi A.”

  “Hi Pumpkin. You alright?”

  “Yeah I stayed up studying too late last night. Thanks for waking me. I forgot to set my alarm.”

  “You need sleep if you want to get good grades. Don't overload yourself.”

  “Yes sir.” Ella mocked. “So you and Claire.”

  “Wow our grapevine must be working overtime.”

  “'Naw Topher called and asked if you were here when you didn't answer. We started talking.” Aidan smiled. “You like her?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I like her.
She reminds me of you when you aren't Ashby.” She lowered her voice as she said Ashby. Aidan laughed at the girl who was more like his daughter than a sister. “Hey can I ask you a favor?” Ella asked putting on the charm, even in her tiredness.

  “Always you know that.” Aidan was protective and would do anything for the girl and he knew that she knew that too. She used it too when it was something big.

  “Let her see you, put 'Ashby' away with her.”

  “I am Ashby.”

  “No, you aren't. You wear him like a cape. Trust her. From what I've heard her past is worse than all of ours... combined. She won't push you away with your past. Oh and just so you know Alyssa will kill you if you hurt Claire. I may be on Team Claire as well, with Topher. Claire will be a nice change for you.” Ella smiled into the phone as she laid on her bed.

  “I will try Pumpkin... but only ‘cause you asked.”

  “I knew you would if I did.”

  “You and Topher plan this?”

  “No...” Ella giggled. Aidan knew that she was hiding something.

  “Who then? You aren't this sneaky.”

  “Alyssa. The mention of your name and Claire lights up like me on Christmas morning.”

  “Alyssa told you of her past?”

  “Not much. I know that they hide and protect one another. Claire...”

  “Yes?”

  “She reminds me of myself. I've seen the darkness in her eyes when she comes in from work and she's exhausted. Her guards down, not expecting anyone but Alyssa there. There is a brokenness; a pain that you see in her eyes. I've only seen that in myself when I look in the mirror on my bad days.”

  “You're suppose to call me on those bad days.”

  “I know. I love you, A. I want you to be happy. To have a life outside of the endless work that you wrap yourself around. We are all safe and comfortable. You don't have to provide for any of us any longer.”

  “I will always provide for my family, Ella.”

  “I know but you have to provide for yourself as well. The grapevine, as you call us, all approve of Claire.”

  “Glad to know it.” Aidan smiled. “You sure that you are alright?”