His to Break

by Prince, Penelope

  “Uh-huh.”

  As we ride up to his apartment, I suck in a deep breath and let it out.

  “I need a distraction,” I admit, looking up at him. “I hate elevators.”

  “Take off your panties,” he demands.

  “What?” I glance at the ceiling, in search of a camera. “But someone will see us.”

  “I don’t care. People can be paid to forget. Do it. Now!” His husky voice causes my heart rate to speed up, the blood pumping through my veins at an impressive speed.

  If Aiden has had everything handed to him for his entire life, then he’s used to getting what he wants. Aiden’s not a man who ever hears the word no. He wants a submissive woman. I’m used to barking out the orders, not taking them.

  I push up my dress just enough to reach beneath the sweater material. I slide the thong down to my ankles and step out of it, bunching the material in my hand.

  He holds out his palm for me to give my underwear to him. I hand them over, and Aiden stuffs them into his pocket with a wicked grin.

  “I want you just like that for the rest of the day. In fact, I don’t want you to wear panties again.”

  “But what about, you know, like that time of the month?”

  “That’s the only exception to my rule.”

  “If this is one of your rules, then I get to make one of my own. I don’t want you to have sex with anyone but me. That’s a deal breaker.”

  “Easy. I don’t want anyone but you.” He moves his hands to my ass, pushing up my dress to expose my bare skin to the camera behind me. “Bend over for me and touch your toes.”

  I stand so still I forget to breathe.

  “You wanted to see what I’m like, Scarlett, so be a good girl and listen to me.”

  Despite the nerves commanding control of my body, I can’t deny how turned on I am. He wants to embarrass me, that much I understand. But why? Is humiliation part of his sick sex games? Does it make him feel like more of a man when he can control me?

  I don’t dwell on the thought for too long. The more I analyze Aiden, and what we are doing together the more I wonder about myself. And I don’t like the feeling of being studied. At least now, I understand why Aiden was so adamant about declining treatment five years ago.

  Listening to his order, I bend down and touch my toes so that my ass is up in the air and my wet pussy is on display for whoever is behind the camera.

  “Stay there until I tell you,” he says.

  “But what about when the doors open?”

  “Shh…” He runs his hand over my right ass cheek and rubs it in a circular motion before he raises his hand and smacks me hard.

  “Oww,” I squeal.

  “I don’t want to hear you, Scarlett. Good little girls don’t make a sound.”

  I nod in agreement, keeping my eyes on his brown wingtips. They look hella expensive. I never noticed how Aiden dresses until now. Most doctors have a certain refinement about them, but I never examined Aiden’s clothing. His suits always look shiny and handmade, as if sewn to fit his muscular frame. A suit from a department store would never contour to his body like the ones he wears.

  He rubs his hand over my cheek again and smacks it just as the doors open with a loud ding. I’m terrified of who can see me. Is anyone behind me? Would Aiden allow someone to look at me in such a vulnerable position? I hope not, but I have no idea how twisted and demented Aiden can be. How well do we even know each other?

  This is all part of the game. And I want to play it so that I can understand how Aiden’s mind works. How can I help him with this level of addiction if I don’t experience his tendencies first-hand? What kind of doctor goes to these lengths to help a patient? Am I doing this to help him, or is our experiment for myself?

  He releases his grip on me. “Get up.”

  Standing up straight, I move my dress back into place and lock onto Aiden. His eyes are dark and angry, like the ocean at night, just as it’s about to storm. So much fire and intensity blazes behind those denim irises.

  As the doors are about to shut, he moves forward, holding on to me, and reaches behind me to keep them from closing on us. He grips me with so much force that his fingers burrow into my skin, his touch leaving a lasting impression.

  “You can turn around now,” he says.

  Afraid, I do as he says, surprised to find an apartment. His penthouse. Holy shit. I was so sure that Aiden was setting me up to show me off to the old rich men on his floor, not even realizing the penthouse opens up to a private floor. I grew up in Highland Park, and this place is like a sultan’s palace in comparison to my childhood home.

  “You live here. Wow, Aiden.” I choke on the words as they come out.

  “Don’t let it bother you. It’s just where I sleep.”

  He guides me off the elevator and into the most lavish foyer I have ever seen. The apartment has white marble floors with gold flecks that seamlessly run through them. A circular wooden table sits before us with a fresh vase of white orchids on top.

  I walk over to the table, with Aiden still holding onto my shoulder. “White orchids are my favorite,” I say, glancing up at him with a smile.

  He winks. “I know.”

  Aiden steers me into the open concept living room with dark leather furniture, polished wood tables, and a wall of windows that reaches up to the high ceilings. I crane my neck to look up, wondering how he washes his curtains, which is a weird thought. But it’s the first thing that pops into my mind.

  “Are you ready, Scarlett?” Aiden clamps both of his hands on my shoulders and pulls me back and into his chest.

  “I think so,” I whisper.

  I already know he will be rough with me. He told me about his desires. We didn’t go into them in explicit detail, though I wish we had right about now. All he said was that he likes things a certain way and that he makes the rules in the bedroom. I have to play this game if I want to heal Aiden.

  “Don’t be nervous. I won’t do anything you don’t agree to, okay?”

  I nod, terrified of what that means.

  Aiden leads me down a long hallway of doors and stops in front of what I assume is his bedroom. As he turns the handle, my heart pounds out of my chest. Some of my previous patients liked some sick and fucked up shit. Is Aiden one of them? I’m not sure if I want the answer to be yes because that means I will be just as twisted, or worse, I will like it.

  Not until Aiden runs his hands down my arms and whispers, “I promise to take it easy on you the first time. You can relax,” do I realize I was holding my breath.

  Relief washes over me in waves. “It’s a normal bedroom,” I say to myself.

  Aiden hears me and laughs. “What were you expecting? A torture chamber?”

  “Kinda. Yeah, I guess.”

  He grips my ass in his hands and moves me into the room with his cock digging into my back. “I don’t need a special room to hurt you.”

  Do I want him to hurt me?

  Yes. No. Maybe.

  I have no fucking clue what I want.

  His breath tickles my ear, leaving a trail of bumps along my hot skin. “Be a good girl and take this dress off for me.”

  Aiden walks away from me to sit on the bed. His eyes never leave mine as he watches me lift the dress over my head. Nervous energy dances along my skin, causing the anxiety to creep up from the back of my throat, suffocating me. I hadn’t expected to be this on edge, but everything needs to be perfect. I want to learn everything there is to know about Aiden.

  The chill in the room causes bumps to dot my skin, my nipples getting even harder under Aiden’s gaze. He watches me for a few seconds, his eyes traveling over every inch of me. I feel like a painting hung on the wall in an art gallery, on display for everyone to see. As if committing every feature to memory, he rakes over my breasts with a greedy look in his eyes. He licks his lips when he reaches my exposed pussy.

  Most of all, I see something else in Aiden that I had least expected. Control. He exudes
so much self-control that even I am confused. What about his addiction? Or did I misread him? Did I ruin our chance five years ago over something else?

  “Touch yourself, Scarlett.” His voice is low and sensual. Aiden leans back on the mattress, with his elbows on the gray duvet, and locks on to me. “Sit in the chair behind you and spread your legs for me.”

  I never thought I could be submissive. But I like the way Aiden barks out orders for me to follow. Pleasing him makes me happy. By complying with his request, I make him happy. Win-win for us both.

  I follow his instruction, not the least bit hesitant this time. Aiden had mentioned before that his world is about control and trust, both of which I need to truly understand the interworkings of not only Aiden’s mindset but also his lifestyle.

  When I open my legs to give Aiden a nice show, his lips part for me. “Wider,” he says.

  I lean back in the comfortable chair and lift my legs to rest them on the arms.

  “Ahh, that’s a good girl,” he moans. “Now, play with yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”

  Aiden makes it impossible for me to function properly. My mind goes blank, apart from the thoughts of him fucking me that race through my head all at once.

  “I want you to come with me,” I tell Aiden.

  He shakes his head. “Not this time, baby.”

  Ignoring his massive erection that tents his slacks, I take a second to compose myself. A small part of me wants to crawl across the floor to and touch him, but I have to do as he says. This isn’t about me as much as it’s about Aiden.

  Now soaking wet, my pussy throbs, wishing he would fill me up. I reach between my legs and stop myself when my hand lands on my inner thigh.

  What is he doing to me?

  I have never felt more exposed or vulnerable in my life. Whatever. Fuck it. I’m beyond horny, the lack of oxygen to my brain is lowering my willpower. The amount of self-control he exudes excites me.

  He licks his lips, stroking himself gently over his pants. “Spread those pussy lips for me, baby.”

  I hesitate before I make my decision. Aiden wins because I do as he says.

  I drag my finger along my wet folds to test my slickness, before shoving two fingers inside me.

  Running a hand through his hair, he breathes heavier once I roll my thumb over my clit. “That’s it, Scar. How does it feel?”

  “Good,” I whisper, leaning my head back, my eyes pointed up at the ceiling. “I wish it was your hand instead of mine.”

  “It will be. Patience, love. Keep going. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

  I pick up the pace, spreading my legs wider for Aiden. He needs to see me. See what he’s doing to me. I am so close to hitting the spot, my body trembles and grows warmer, the heat radiating through me in waves. My nipples are so hard they hurt.

  “Tell me when you’re about to come,” Aiden says.

  “Now,” I whimper, on the edge of freedom, so close to reaching the finish line.

  “Stop,” Aiden says.

  I still for a second, unsure of how to react, but I want to come so bad that I keep moving my fingers to the same rhythm as before.

  “You’re not listening, Scarlett. Do you know what happens to bad girls who don’t listen to me?”

  “No,” I cry out.

  “I punish them.”

  His words are so cold and devoid of any emotion that they hit me like a punch to the gut. I stop moving, despite the throbbing between my legs. My pussy is so tight that one touch could cause me to explode. I feel like a balloon full of air, ready to pop. But Aiden won’t allow me to find my release. This game of his is starting to suck.

  When I hear him kick off his shoes, the sound of them clanging on the tile floor, I sit up and look at him. He stands up to remove his pants, his legs thick and long, just like his cock. His eyes never leave mine as he pushes his tight, black boxers briefs over his hips. I practically salivate as his massive cock springs free.

  “Come here,” he orders.

  He discards the rest of his clothing in a hurry. With his shirt on the bed, I finally get a good look at his arms corded with muscle, his body tight in all the right places. I want to feel every ridge of his abs and glide my hand over his sensitive skin.

  I get up from the chair, and he steps forward to meet me. Aiden lifts me up by my ass and rubs my clit along his shaft. I wrap my legs around his back and moan against his neck. We continue sucking in deep breathes for a few more seconds, before he raises me higher and lowers me onto his cock.

  “Aiden,” I moan, barely getting out his name. “Oh my God.”

  When I hook my arms around his neck, the sparks that fly between us send shockwaves through my body, igniting every pleasure point at the same time.

  Aiden shifts his weight, somehow holding me with one hand, as he helps me find a rhythmic motion. He peels me from his chest, just enough so that he can dip his head down to suck on my nipples, tugging at them lightly with his teeth. A brush of heat spreads throughout my body like wildfire. Taking his time, he gives attention to each of my breasts, all while sliding me up and down on his cock.

  No one has ever fucked me like this before. Aiden’s stamina is unreal. I knew by looking at him that Aiden must work out, but I am in awe of his abilities.

  He peeks up from my chest, his eyes full of lust. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”

  I close my eyes as he thrusts into me, this time harder than the last. “Yes,” I whisper.

  He stops moving and slides me off him, the sensation so intense that I let out a scream. Aiden sets me down on the floor, and my thighs smack together from all the pounding he just did between them. I’m trembling with need, desperate for more.

  “Please,” whisper, “let me come, Aiden.”

  “Sir,” he says.

  “Please, sir, let me come.” My voice sounds so pathetic and desperate that I cringe at my words.

  He blinks a few times, his gaze never leaving mine. My heart thumps out of my chest from the excitement of the unknown.

  “Kneel,” he finally says after a long pause between us. Aiden places his palm on my head and guides me to the floor in the front of him.

  I love seeing the carnal side of Aiden, but I wish he would let me come already. This is fucking torture. Just the thought of his huge cock inside me again forces me to lean forward and take his length in my hand. I stroke his shaft gently, before picking up the pace. I look up at him as I do this to gauge his reaction.

  Aiden takes a chunk of my hair between his fingers, the thick muscles in his arms flexing as he tightens his grip. When I lean forward to lick the tip of his erection, he pulls my head closer, ensuring that my tongue makes contact with his sensitive skin.

  “Fuck,” Aiden mumbles under his breath, a hissing sound escaping his lips as he tilts his head back. “Suck it.”

  I give him lazy licks until he lowers his head again and locks onto me because I want him to watch me suck his cock. It turns me on so much that my juices slide down my inner thigh, causing my heart rate to speed up in the process.

  He groans. “Don’t tease me. Suck it.” Then, he pushes my mouth onto his cock, forcing me to take all of him at once. Aiden is big, so taking this much of him without preparation is not an easy task. My eyes water from the pressure he applies to my head. He forces me to deep throat his cock, gasping for air.

  Breathing through my nose, it takes me a few seconds to find a good rhythm, working his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. I can feel him in the back of my throat as he rakes his fingers through my hair, practically choking me again when he lifts his hips. Damn, he can last long. I’ll give him that. After what feels like an eternity, I continue sucking and stroking before I can tell I have him. He’s almost there.

  “Fuck, Scar,” he hisses.

  I love hearing the sounds he makes when he comes. Listening to him is enough to make me so fucking wet that my juices are pooling between my legs. My pussy throbs for
Aiden and his big cock, the longing for him growing with each second that passes. I want to come so bad that I can only hope he will reward me after I finish.

  After I swallow his come, licking the tip to get every drop, I peek up at Aiden, waiting for him to give me his next order. I will do whatever he wants as long as I can find my release.

  In a soft, sensual tone, he says, “Good girl.” Aiden pats my head, brushing his fingers through my hair.

  He makes me feel like his property. I belong to Aiden now.

  “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.” His tone indicates an order.

  I stand up, looking at him for a few seconds before I do as he says. Sinking into the mattress, I scoot along the bed until my back hits a wall of pillows. I lean my head against the wooden headboard and open my legs, taking in the sight of Aiden as he crawls between my thighs. He kisses my bare skin, torturing me, as he lowers himself so that he can bury his face between my legs.

  His breath against my pussy makes my toes curl, and when his tongue slips between my folds, my mind shuts down, unable to move or think straight. Ever since he ate my pussy in my office, I had wanted to feel Aiden’s stubble on my skin. As he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing, I concentrate on finding my release as he manages to hit the sweet spot.

  Please let me come this time.

  Gripping his hair in my hands, I hold him tight and scream his name, sounding as if he has murdered me. Because that’s how I feel. He stops when I can’t take it any more and glances up at me, his mouth covered in my juices.

  Sitting up, he pushes my legs open wider and positions himself at my entrance, before plunging inside my wetness. I have no time to adjust, forced to take all of him at once. Grabbing my hips, he fucks me hard, so fucking hard that I close my eyes, hoping the pain will soon turn to pleasure. Once it does, I don’t want him to stop. He’s so rough that I’m pretty sure he will leave a mark. I hope he does so that I have proof that this day happened and that it wasn’t all a dream.

  He’s so fucking sexy when he looks at me, sucking me in with his red-hot gaze. Combined with the faces he makes as he pounds into me, owning my pussy, I almost lose my shit. With my legs wrapped around him and digging into his back, I push him further inside me, biting down on my lip from the pain.