He traces the cold metal down the small of my back as he runs a slick finger along my ass. I tense and gasp for breath as he swirls something slick between my cheeks.
"What are you doing?"
I feel the cold metal pushing at me, the tip giving me a hint of a sting as the body spreads me open. I groan, half in discomfort and half in curious pleasure, as he slowly works it into my body. I never once consider saying the safeword. He pats me reassuringly with his other hand.
"That's a good girl. Perfect. It's going right in. There. Feel it?"
Something changes, and my body sucks in the plug with a sudden shock.. I feel its cold, hard weight in my ass. Every little movement sends shivers through me. I can even feel my ass cheeks pressing against the rim of the flared base.
"I'm going to buy you your own special plug," he says, lying on the bed next to me. "Gold plated with a stone in the base. You know, I've never asked you your birthday."
"July."
He caresses my ass. "A ruby, then."
I snort. The motion of my body squeezes and shifts on the cold metal inside, and sends weird sensations through me. I can feel it pressuring me from the inside, and it makes my pussy feel strange. Even more so when he slips a finger inside.
"Are you a good girl or a bad girl?"
"I want to be a good girl," I murmur.
"Then I have to do bad things to you."
"Like what?"
He rolls onto his side and drapes his arm across my back. "This is what I want. I want you to be my sexy little plaything. In public I want you to wear demure little skirts and professional little outfits the way you came to me the first day. But underneath I want you in black lace. I want to have every part of you."
"Every part?"
His lips ghost over my ear and I tense up. "I can think of all sorts of things to do with you."
"Are you sure?"
Aiden slips his arms around me. One hand moves under me, between my legs.
"I see you struggling to control yourself, but you can't hide it from me. You want me to release one of your hands so you can play with yourself."
I nod.
"You need to be touched. Like this, right?"
His finger circles lightly around my clit, teasing.
"Yes."
"You play with yourself."
"Yes."
"That's naughty. What do you think about?"
"You," I admit.
"What do I do in your little fantasies?"
"Fuck me."
He snorts. "I thought you had more imagination than that. Do you imagine us in missionary on black silk with rose petals tumbling from the sky?"
I nod. "Maybe."
He laughs. I turn to feel the heat of his breath on my cheek, but he pulls away, planting soft kisses on my back. God, I don't even need to see his cock. I can feel how hard he is. He rolls on top of me, holding himself up by his arms, and kisses my neck as his hands slip under me, squeezing my breasts.
"Your legs are nice and wide. And you're so wet. Taste."
His finger dips inside me, and I cry out in surprise and ecstasy, shuddering as he withdraws. He touches his wet finger to my lips and I suck it, savoring.
"Tell me all the things you'll do for me."
"I'll suck your cock," I blurt out. "I'll swallow."
"Oh, I know. We've done that."
"Come in me."
"I already have. I plan to do it again. You're mine now. That's not all I want."
His hand glides over my ass cheek, draws away, caresses again.
"Spank me."
He gives my butt a light slap, just enough to make me shudder.
"Harder."
I feel him tense. He sucks in a breath, his body shuddering against mine. Sweat beads on his body.
"I want more than that," he says, caressing the place where he smacked my ass with his thumb.
"What if you fuck me in the ass?"
"You bad girl," he says.
He strikes my ass with his open palm so hard someone outside could hear it. I cry out, the shock rippling through my body. I feel hollow, needy, and every time his palm lands on my flesh the gripping need inside me squeezes deeper, opens wider. A cascade of shivering sensation ripples through my body.
He kneels and straddles me, rubbing my ass for a moment before I feel a swirl of air as his hand snaps back, then whips down, sending me arching and squirming on the bed.
Straddling me, he settles his weight, and his cockhead teases my pussy. I gasp, arching and pushing down as much as the restraints let me, trying to grab his erection with my sex. He pulls back, stroking with the head. He's so hard, so hot.
"Fuck me. Please. I need it."
"I know. I like watching you squirm. You're so beautiful, Lilah."
He whispers my name with a possessive curl of his lips and takes hold of my hips. A roll of his body and an arch of my back, and he's inside me. God, this feels weird. When he thrusts his cock into my body I can feel the pressure of the cold steel plug against it, moving inside me in unison, and I make a raw, raspy noise of pleasure.
"Like that, don't you?"
"Ungh," is all I can manage.
"You're such a good girl, aren't you?"
I nod. "Yes, sir."
"Sir. You're a natural."
He leans forward. I feel his hands press into the bed next to my ribs, and he starts to thrust slowly, almost delicately, my walls gripping him as I moan each time he drives into the root. His entire body shakes.
"I'm going to keep you," he says. "You're never going to leave me. Ever."
I shudder. "Yes."
"I love you, Lilah. My Lilah."
My eyes flick open under the blindfold. His words strike me like his hand on my skin, enter me like his cock filling my flesh. I try to repeat them back but my mouth won't work, my throat is too tight.
"Shhh" he says, thrusting in deeper.
He mounts me now, and the teasing ends. We're fucking now, me thrashing against my bonds under him. I'm losing…no, surrendering control. Aiden's cock quivers inside me, so hard and thick as he rains kisses on my neck and shoulders.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it."
"You know what I mean. I want you to say it."
"Fuck me in the ass."
His whole body tenses, and he releases a hot breath against my neck. I squirm as I feel him working the plug loose. My body grips, then releases it, leaving a hollow I've never felt before.
Aiden rises to his knees, and I hear him stroking himself.
"Lube," he tells me, running his fingers lightly over my ass. "Just relax. Trust me."
"I do."
"You're not relaxed. Deep breaths. In, out. In, out."
It's hard to relax when I'm more excited than I've ever been in my life. I had no idea sex could be like this. I feel like I've been asleep my whole life, and now I am awake.
Oh, God, I can feel him. He's much bigger than the plug, and his weight is behind it. Shivering with contained power, he strokes my back and kisses my cheek.
"Relax," he says. "Open yourself."
I groan and shudder as he spreads me open again, his cock filling me. He pushes all the air out of my lungs into a throaty groan, and once he's inside me, my entire body squeezes. It's like standing on the edge of a sharp drop. Every muscle in my body quivers.
Invaded. Conquered.
"You're a good girl," he whispers in my ear as he begins to thrust. "You're a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
"I'm your slut," I agree, shivering.
"There she is," he says, softly. "Beneath the silk stockings and the cute little glasses. There you are. There's Delilah."
I cry out from a ripple of pleasure exploding through my body. Aiden is all the way inside me. Every sensation is so intense. It's all ruled by the full feeling of his thick, throbbing cock in my ass, but every light touch, even the soft feeling of his belly against my butt, is a thousand times more intense.
; He grabs something and slips it under my body, holding it between my legs. "Grind into it," he whispers.
It's a vibrator, shivering against my clit as he fucks my ass. Aiden groans, every thrust clenching his body. He could go faster, harder, punish me, destroy me, but he's gentle, loving, every movement a caress. The power scares me and it excites me and I start moving with him—grinding the vibe against my clit and pushing back to take him deeper as our bodies meet. Aiden groans, shuddering as he plunges into me to the root.
I cry out and shudder under him…and he slows, and yanks the vibrator away.
"Wait!" I cry out.
"You can have it back in a moment," he says, rolling his hips before he goes still.
"I need to come," I plead. "Please, I can't take being stuck like this, please…"
"Shhh," he whispers. "You'll come when I let you."
He slides it back into place and fucks me again. I'm used to it now, inviting it. I've never felt anything even remotely like this.
When I'm near my peak again he pulls back. This time it's even more intense. My entire body is a clenched fist. Just as it starts to fade, he brings the vibe back.
"I'm going to come in your ass," he whispers in my ear. "Right now. Come with me."
"Please."
I scream, not in pain but in beautiful agony. He's so big, it hits me that the blindfold is partly there so I wouldn't be terrified of his slab of a cock in my ass. He yanks it off as my peak hits me, and I arch back against the bonds.
As I climax I twist and look over my shoulder and watch his cock plunge into my ass. I can feel him shudder. I can feel him come. I've never felt so utterly consumed. I didn't know it was possible. Aiden cries out, his body shuddering on top of mine as we moan and writhe together.
Oh, God, I almost black out. When it ends, slowly, I melt into the bed and lie there.
Now that I can see, I have to watch. I turn so I can see him draw out of me. His cock is enormous, it goes on forever. I can't believe it was in me.
He rises up on his knees and crouches beside me, freeing my legs first. As he unties me I curl up, shivering not from cold but from the aftershocks of raw sensation. This is what it means to feel naked. Not just exposed—naked. I've never been so utterly bared to another person.
"You all right?"
I nod.
"That's a good girl. I'll take care of you. Roll on your back now."
I do as he says, flopping over onto my back, splaying open again.
Aiden attends to me first. He brings warm, damp clothes and wipes me down from head to toe, leaving me glowing in the cool air.
After he's wiped himself down, he rolls me onto my back. I moan softly, expecting him to just ravish me right there, but he starts at my shoulders and works all the kinks and knots out of my muscles, down my back, my legs. He rubs my feet, and I fight the urge to pull free when he tickles them.
Again he rolls me onto my back and then lies down next to me.
Aiden kisses my shoulder softly. "Imagine," he says. "We have a whole week."
I grin from ear to ear.
Chapter Eleven
Aiden
The sunrise kisses the beautiful length of Lilah's body. She lays half-turned onto her stomach, splayed out naked on the bed. I detach myself with care, stifling a yawn when she makes a soft murmuring sound, on the edge of sleep. The light will wake her when she's ready. I don't dare disturb her sleep.
She's gorgeous. Light and shadow play along her curves. Muscles ripple and shift under her skin as she flops over onto her back. I had hoped to watch her sleep awhile but she's awake now with half-lidded eyes, watching me in the dawning light.
She sits up, propped up on her elbows, and yawns. It's a battle to keep my hands off her skin. I throw the sheets over us and tuck up to her.
"We don't have to get up yet," I tell her.
"Don't we have to fly back to the city?"
I pull her close. "Yes. Gloria will be at the apartment with the boys. She'll be testy if we're late, and I filed a flight plan for the trip back. We actually do have to get up now."
Lilah sighs, her breath tickling my neck. "I don't want to."
"I know," I say, drawing out of the bed.
At least I get the treat of watching her emerge from bed and stand. She repeats the same routine every morning—she stands up, spreads her legs, and rises on the balls of her feet to yawn and stretch and pop her back. It's entrancing, a savory treat. I could watch her strut around naked all day.
Instead I'm treated to the sight of her dressing. There's something uniquely satisfying about watching a woman dress the morning after she's been fucked out of her mind. Lilah moves differently now, holds herself differently. No longer does she curve her shoulders in or hunch down. She stands proud, chest out, and is oblivious to me staring at her long legs or her breasts as she chooses an outfit, or the way her perfect ass jiggles in her underwear as she walks around the room.
The show comes to an end. She catches on and finishes dressing more slowly. Now that I've seen what lies beneath her clothes, I can read every hint of her curves and voluptuous shape beneath them. Every movement is a flirtation, every look an invitation.
I dress much faster than she does. I laid out everything last night. It's efficient. A habit.
We skip breakfast and head for the airfield. I have to fuel and run the final checks over the plane myself while Lilah lounges inside. She's half asleep when I start the engine.
She drifts off to sleep halfway through the flight, leaving me alone with my thoughts and her lilac perfume.
Lilah
I feel like I'm coming back from another planet. Aiden drives us back into the city. The glass and steel spires loom over an alien landscape. There's no more green, and the sky feels smaller. Caged. I don't know if I like it here anymore. I was getting used to country living.
When we arrive at the apartment, Aiden ushers me inside. His sister-in-law is waiting for us along with the boys.
To my surprise, Tim rushes up and hugs Aiden. Jason is more reserved, but nods to his dad as his younger brother detaches and hugs me, too.
Their aunt is quiet, watching us. She sees it, I realize. There's an invisible connection between me and Aiden. The way we stand, move together, move around each other without a glance makes it obvious, at least to me.
The three of us are alone in the hall. The boys are in the apartment.
Gloria eyes us. "Aiden," she says flatly. "You're old enough to be her father."
"Not quite," he corrects.
"Close enough. Roland’s daughter, too. Have you lost your mind?"
Aiden stares her down, but says nothing.
"My sister is turning in her grave. You're disgusting."
"Hey," I blurt out. “I'm standing right here."
"I can see that," Gloria hisses. "I can't believe you're parading her around in front of my nephews."
"Nobody is parading me around," I snap, folding my arms across my chest. "Aiden talked to the boys already. They understand."
"Do they? They understand that their mother is being replaced?"
"She's not," Aiden says, coldly. "This is rich, coming from you. After what you pulled, you have the temerity to stand there and cast judgments on me?"
Gloria narrows her eyes. "You need me to keep quiet. You're not broadcasting this. It's a secret. I don't know if you're ashamed—probably not, you don't have any shame."
Aiden clears his throat. "I know where this is going. How much?"
"Double," she says, smirking.
"Done. Now get out of my building."
After she steps into the elevator, I turn to Aiden. "What did she pull?"
He shifts on his feet. "Walk with me."
Leading me out into the penthouse courtyard, he sits on a stone in the garden and looks around. "I don't want the boys to hear."
"I won't tell anyone."
"Gloria and my wife, Grace, are…were twins. Identical twins."
A shiver ru
ns down my spine. So this woman looks just like his dead wife? "That must be terribly hard on you."
"At first," he admits. "Time has taken care of that. It's been ten years. Gloria never liked me. She was possessive of her sister—I can vividly remember her yelling at Grace that she was the older one. By two minutes."
I snort.
"She tried to break us up a dozen times. She went too far after my bachelor party. I was drunk, and she wasn't. I thought she was Grace."
"Oh, my God," I blurt out. "You didn't."
"I did. I've regretted it ever since."
"Aiden," I whisper, touching his shoulder. "Her identical twin sister tricked you when you were drunk. That's definitely her fault. I can't believe she'd do that. Did she try to stop the wedding?"
"I expected she would when I realized what happened. She didn't, though. Never said a word, but she was always sort of there. Grace wouldn't let her live with us, so we put her up in a city apartment. I've been supporting her ever since Grace passed. I can't bring myself not to."
"Now she wants to blackmail you. With me."
Aiden rests his chin on his fist and stares into the pool. "Nothing will come of it. You don't need to worry."
"I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you. Never trust a blackmailer. Once they've squeezed you for whatever they can they'll use the dirt anyway. Double dip."
Aiden glances at me. "What?"
"My father told me that. He warns me about blackmailers instead of giving me fatherly advice. Or telling me he loves me or going to recitals."
Aiden cracks a smile. That warms me a little. "This does not surprise me in the slightest. You know, we do have a problem here."
"What?"
He sits up. "You'll have to go back to college in the fall. Complete your degree. You'll be expected to go home."
"I know." I sigh. "I don't want to leave."
"Oh, you won't. I'm not letting you go back to your little gilded cage. You are your own person. You make your own choices. I want you to stay with me."
I shudder, suddenly chilled despite the afternoon heat. "I want to stay, too," I tell him.
"Then we just need to figure out the right time, and way, to tell him. After the demonstration and my work with the city is settled, we'll say something to him."
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