by Mia Downing
“Good.” She took a step closer, smelling of citrus and flowers and syrup. “You’re very handsome, kneeling before me. I love your shoulders, so wide and strong. What a good boy.”
Her praise meant the world to him. But that was wrong, right? He was a guy. Guys didn’t kneel unless it was before God. Guys didn’t get praise from women.
“From now on, you will do as you are told. When we’re in public, you will be allowed to treat me as a girlfriend. As Amanda. But when we’re home, when I snap my fingers, you will kneel. Do you understand? I don’t care if Jake is in the room. He knows what I’m doing. You will be polite, kind, and a gentleman at all times. No meanness to Jake. If you’re a good boy, then maybe tonight I will give you that blowjob.”
He should be worried about kneeling like a bitch in front of Jake. He should be worried about what she’d do to him if he didn’t. But all he cared about was the fact that she wasn’t going to blow him right this minute. “Not now?”
“Oh, Aaron. I think you need punishment speaking out of turn.”
“Please don’t spank me.” The words were out in a rush before he could stop them.
“Why ever not?”
He swallowed but didn’t raise his head. She wouldn’t like that. She said she wanted to trust him…it should be a two-way street, right? He’d have to trust her first, to show her he was worthy. “I don’t like it.”
“Okay. I won’t do that.”
Relief flooded him. “Thank you. Ma’am.”
“You will spend fifteen minutes on your knees when Jake comes home. You will then wait on him and give him whatever he desires. I don’t care if he asks for a foot rub or for you to wipe his nose. You’ll do it. Until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Somehow, he knew he got off really easy. He’d suffer Jake’s ribbing. He could do that.
“You may rise and kiss me to thank me for my generosity.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” He stood, so grateful for her generosity.
Wait. Why was he grateful? She just made him kneel like a bitch. And he’d have to kneel later in front of his asshole brother. He clenched his fists and raised his head to stare at the creaminess of her throat. Kiss that pale skin, or choke it? Decisions, decisions.
She must have seen the war behind his eyes because she shook her head. “Don’t go there, Aaron. Don’t fight it. If you want in my panties eventually, you’ll do as I tell you. Do you understand?”
He thought of those panties, scraps of lace held by strings around her hips, hiding wet, hot treasures. Yes, he got it. If he wanted in her panties, he would follow the rules. Maybe this was divine punishment for fucking a married woman. “May I ask a question? Ma’am?”
“Yes. One.”
He chanced a direct glance and prayed she didn’t turn him to stone. “Is this what you like? For sex?”
“That was two.” She pursed her lips. “No. This isn’t what I like at all. Not one bit.”
He wanted to ask what she liked, but he was too scared of the answer. “Then why this?”
“That’s three.” She considered him with a deep sigh, her violet eyes softening. “I’m doing this because you are a punk. You need to learn respect and humility. Your cocky, don’t-care-if-I-die attitude will get us all killed. You, me, your brother. You may not care about yourself or me, but you love Jake. This isn’t a script where someone will call cut. This is real life and trust me, someone will die. How would you feel about that?”
He could see her point, to an extent. “I don’t want you or Jake to die.”
“If you want to learn to take the reins, then you must earn the privilege from me. You’ve earned a kiss thus far. Consider yourself lucky.”
“Who taught you about this? Ma’am?”
Man, she owned the glare, fire practically snapping from her gaze. “Do you really want to know the truth, or do you want to kiss me?”
His cock twitched. “I want to kiss you.”
“Excellent. You are a wonderful kisser, Aaron. We have a bit of time while Jake is away. A kiss like last night would please me immensely.”
Charlotte stared at the conflicted yet angry Aaron as he shifted in his stocking feet and wanted nothing more than to fall to her knees and be what she was before doomsday. A submissive, controlled in the bedroom by Sir down to every spasm of orgasm. Anything but cold, hard, and mean.
But Aaron was angry. He was a punk, and he would get them killed.
If she were a honest, though, she would admit seeing that gorgeous man kneel at her feet gave her a thrill. Just a little. She didn’t think she’d want to be in charge for an entire sexual scene, but for a few moments…it was hot.
Earlier in the kitchen, Jake had shot her a glance when he realized her intent. A glance of shock because, when she was angry after doomsday, Jake had done the same thing to her. Made her submit. Not sexually, though.
She realized, with a start, that Aaron was frozen on the spot. “I’m not going to wait all morning. Kiss me.”
Aaron stepped forward. He looked uneasy as his hands skimmed her forearms and gingerly settled on her biceps. Gooseflesh rose and shivers followed the path of his fingers. He bent his head, his mouth mere inches from hers. Desire blossomed in her stomach, warming cold, hard her to something softer. Mushier. Womanly.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Thank you.” He dipped his head and his mouth settled on hers.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself the liberty to just feel. To not be cold. His lips were a caress, his tongue darting in to play with hers. She sighed and enjoyed the fire stoked in her belly, the flames licking upward, outward.
Tentatively his hands slid up her arms, cupping her cheeks, then into her hair. The inner bitch melted, loving the span of his fingers massaging her scalp, those hot palms cupping her head. He drew her closer, kissed her deeper, tongue plundering. She leaned in, his chest hard against her aching breasts. He bore down, demanding more.
The power shifted, like sand in a timer that had been flipped, and she let him seize control. She didn’t know if he realized what had just happened, but what the hell. She’d allow it, this once. All she wanted was to be submissive in a world where she lived and breathed ultimate control every day.
Nothing about her was her, right down to the violet contacts and the deep red hair dye. Not the high cheekbones, not the lips. Nothing. The only thing that was her was her accent and the tattoo on her wrist. Most of the time, she was down to the tattoo, and they made her cover that, too. All for the path of her endgame.
His lips left hers and traveled downward, along her jaw, down her throat. He nipped at her rapid pulse, ran his tongue along the dip in her collarbone, and then dipped into the opening in her shirt. His hands left her hair and unbuttoned one button, then another, his mouth claiming the skin he bared there, his scruffy jaw rough against her heated flesh. Lacing her fingers in his luxurious hair seemed like the right thing to do as she guided his mouth to nuzzle her cleavage.
His hand slid across her ribs, under her shirt and over her breast and squeezed, massaging. Her nipple tightened. Pleasure shot from her breasts straight to her stomach, catching hold of the fire there, then zinging it down to her core. Dampness flooded her pussy and the sweet ache of need returned. A need she shouldn’t satisfy. Neither should Aaron.
But she didn’t stop him as he popped the front clasp of her lacy bra and cupped her bare breasts with both large hands. He closed his eyes and sighed, as if cherishing the feeling of her flesh in his palms. He opened his fingers and pinched her nipples between them, massaging.
“Your breasts are heaven in my hands. Full yet firm, with nice nipples,” he whispered.
She couldn’t punish him for talking out of turn, not when he spoke with something close to reverence. Eyes still closed, he lowered his head and kissed the swell above his hand, then cupped underneath and lifted her nipple to his mouth. He sucked. She held her breath and trembled around the pleasure
. His tongue twirled around the tight peak and the suction began again. Harder this time, more insistent. Just the way she liked. She whooshed air from her lungs, wanting more.
She pulled his mouth closer, her fingers insistent in his hair. Her breathing increased, and he switched to the other nipple, his hand covering the one he’d just loved, massaging and tweaking sensitive, wet flesh. His lips sucked, kissed, and tormented, leaving her breathless.
He lifted his head. “Am I pleasing you, Ma’am?”
“What? Why?”
“You’re yanking the hair from my head.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She loosened her hold, and he nuzzled her cleavage. “Am I hurting you?”
“It’s a good punishment.”
She couldn’t stop the grin. “Sucking my nipples or my pulling your hair?”
“If you want to lump sucking your nipples in the punishment column, then go right ahead. Ma’am.”
“You’re cheeky.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Is Ma’am pleased?”
“Immensely.”
His mouth explored her ribs and stomach, tonguing the scars there. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts under his hands and tongue. “What else may I do to please you?”
“What a good boy. Keep going,” she murmured.
He kissed lower, his tongue running in her navel. His hands skimmed down her back, careful to avoid her gun, sliding around her hips to cup her ass. He massaged the muscles there, kneading, his fingers biting into the flesh. He rested his cheek against the lower part of her belly, almost flush with her hot pussy.
“I want to taste you. Is that part of the rules? May I?”
Christ, was it? She didn’t want to blow him yet but could she allow him to explore her body? Was she ready for that?
“I’ve never done this to a woman before,” he admitted, against her stomach, his hands on her ass. She felt his Adam’s apple bob against her mound. “I’m a little nervous. But if it would please Ma’am…”
Her cold, frigid heart melted at his admission. If he was going to be honest and truthful, she was going to have a hard time saying no. She pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” she whispered. “One step behind, to the left, Aaron. Not at my side.”
He took his place, but she held his hand. He closed the door, and she turned, a little nervous herself, the butterflies fluttering in her belly a mile a minute. They’d have crushed wings if they kept up this furious pace, winging here and there, burning to a crisp over the heat scorching in her core.
She pulled her gun from the holster at the small of her back and set it on his dresser. He stared like a bad submissive, his eyes darting from her to the gun, then settling on her lips. She stared like a bad Domme, swallowing. Finally, she managed, “Just kiss me.”
Relieved, he took a step forward, and his lips devoured hers. She melted against his chest, allowing her hands free range up and down the muscles there, over his T-shirt. He felt so good under her palms, fingers… He slid her pants over her hips, his hands caressing her waist, her ass, then around to the front to cup her mound.
They moaned at the same time, against each other’s mouths. They broke the kiss and stared again, and then he smiled, one so devilish that she smiled, too.
“Ma’am is pleased,” he said, far too cocky for her tastes, but she was pleased, damn him.
His fingers roamed across the silk triangle of her panties, caressing her mound through the material. “I feel like I’ve been given the keys to the magic kingdom, and I don’t mean the amusement park type.”
“You can keep your hand inside the ride,” she whispered, her hands balling his T-shirt in her fists. Oh, she wanted his fingers there, in the worst way.
His brows flew up, so wicked as he smiled. “Here I come, magic kingdom.”
Chapter Five
Aaron slid his fingers under the elastic, taking her panties down. Charlotte kicked out of her clothes and waited, just to see what he would do with the options. His hand returned, tentative, splaying across her belly.
“Your scar. Surgery?”
“Yes. Many scars, many surgeries.” She shoved his hand lower, off her bikini line and the horizontal scar there.
She was mesmerized by the changing emotions in his eyes as his hand covered her pussy. Wonderment, amazement, and then sheer joy flickered in his blue depths, the color disappearing as his pupils dilated with lust. He caressed the outside of her pussy lips, skimming but not intruding. One finger into the top of her slit and then downward, over her clit, along the folds, and his eyes widened as he hit the flood of her juices.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he breathed. “So wet. For me? I did this?”
She didn’t want to laugh, but he sounded so joyful as well as lusty. “It’s all for you, love.”
“Do you like this?” He rubbed his finger downward, gathering her juices, dragging the wetness to the top of her slit. “I read lubrication is important.”
“You’re doing great. And yes, lubrication is very important.”
He slid his finger down again, and she guided it inside her pussy, showing him how. He sucked in a breath, closed his eyes with a sigh, and she almost came right there.
“Fuck, I want to come, just from touching you. This is…hot. So fucking hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”
Those words were sheer, raw power, more so than a third degree black belt or any other training she’d ever received. Maybe sexy had something, after all. “Don’t come, love.”
“Will you lie on the bed? I want to see you. Taste you.”
“Sure.” But she felt a little nervous, giddy even as she went to the bed and climbed on. “Shuck your pants.” She stretched out, enjoying front row seating for the Aaron James strip show.
He tugged down his pants, over firm thighs. His muscles rippled along his abdomen as the shirt came next, revealing that glorious bare chest. He eased down on the bed, still in his boxer briefs. God, he was attractive, even more so in person than on film. Yeah, he looked good on the big screen, but his flesh was so hot, smelled so soapy clean, salty, and spicy at the same time. All golden and hard, every inch of him.
She dragged his head to hers for another kiss, this one plundering rather than exploring. Wet, hot, demanding. His fingers danced across her slick folds with more skill this time, determined to gather her juices, spreading them liberally over each fold and crease.
He dipped one finger, playing just inside, then withdrawing to add a second.
“Try in and out,” she whispered. “It feels divine.”
He did and maneuvered down the bed to watch his fingers sliding in and out. They’d be glistening with her juices from the sucking noises his fingers made as he thrust gently. If she weren’t so horny, she would have been embarrassed, his gaze so intent on her pussy, his hands. She closed her eyes and went back to feeling.
He stopped abruptly.
She opened her eyes. “What?”
“If you only knew. You are so beautiful. So wet. All mine.”
She blinked at the awe in his voice, as if she were so special. She’d never been special. Not like this, but after doomsday, she didn’t remember much of her past. She brushed aside confusion and invited, “Taste me.”
He withdrew his hand and touched his tongue to his finger then slid it fully into his mouth, adding the second with a groan. He shot her a very naughty grin that only stoked her desire more. “Now I know why Andersons like sex so much.”
She had to laugh. “I’m glad I please you.”
“Baby, if you only knew. I want to bury my fingers here,” he thrust two fingers into her pussy again, “and I just want just to do this all day. I don’t even need to get laid. Will you come, if I just do this?”
Her tummy tugged at his words. “I would need a bit…more. Most women don’t come unless there’s clitoral stimulation.”
“And that’s…” He looked and a hot blush crept across her cheeks. “Ah, here.” His fingers conn
ected with that hard nub, and she shuddered.
“A little harder.” She showed him the tempo she liked. She drew in a deep breath as he took off on his own, her orgasm growing. “You can use your mouth there, as well.”
“You’d like that? Ma’am?”
“I would.” He damned well knew it, too, from the sparkle in his eyes.
“Enough to blow me?”
“Greedy boy.” She was unable to contain her laugh again. “I think you need to stick to matters at hand, and we’ll see what you earn.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He bent his head, hesitated, then touched his tongue to her clit. The jolt of pleasure rocked her core, and her hips arched off the bed almost on their own accord.
“Did I do something wrong?” But he sounded smug. Fast learner, this boy, knowing what buttons to push.
“Oh, no, love.” She gasped as he licked her again, this time slower, longer. “You were perfect.”
“Again?” He grinned.
“Please.”
He ran his tongue a lap around her throbbing clit. She closed her eyes and let herself drift on the haze of pleasure. After doomsday, she had worried that having no uterus would change things. It had. Her orgasms were…different. Still wonderful. But for a long time she had no desire. It was as if her insides had up and died because nothing turned her on, not even her own hand.
Until the wedding, and then England, when watching Aaron had turned her lust to a slow burn. She’d fingered herself to orgasm nightly to scenes she’d played in her head. Aaron kissing her, his cock so hard, fucking her, plunging deep, taking her ass. And here he was, between her thighs, dining like a pro.
He used his teeth and nipped her clit. The pain blended with a shock of pleasure, her inner muscles contracting around fingers that thrust in and out, then swirled around and pressed upward. Divine. She moaned because it had been so long and felt so damned good. She writhed just a little on the sheets, balling them in her fists, wishing they were cool instead of hot, like her.
She floated on pleasure into a different world, back in time, back to her Abigail body. Would Sir press his thumb in her ass? But Sir wasn’t this…gentle, as if he were taking his time to see her body’s reaction due to the ministrations. Sir knew well. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers again, sucking him deeper, wanting to reach those heights… Sir hadn’t commanded her to come, though. She’d have to wait.
