by Amanda Rayne
“That's a lie.” He said his thumb making circles on my thigh. Even through the jeans, my skin radiated at his simple touch.
“Why not hire a prostitute” I asked agitated with him and the way I responded to him with just a mere touch.
“If I wanted a prostitute I would have gotten one. I wanted you,” he said. Removing his finger from my leg, he traced his thumb over my lips. I parted my lips, drawing it in.
“And you want me, too and I bet if I dip my finger in your panties, I would confirm it.” he said in a low raspy tone. I continued to lave over his fingers, I drew his finger in further remembering the last time I had been on my knees before him taking him in my mouth. I looked down at it as it strained against his pants. He used his other hand to guide me down toward it. I jerked away and stood, backing away from him. Sex, spankings, and blowjobs are what I was to him. He might have spent the day with me watching my silly tv shows but in the end, that’s what I was to him.
“Thank you for the drink. I’ll let myself out.”
Before I could make it to the door he asked in a gruff voice, “Ella, why did you really come here?”
“Because.” I was sick of that being my go-to answer, but I didn’t have an eloquent or even logical explanation. Because it was Aiden was the answer.
“Because isn't an answer,” he said, with a sharp edge to his words.
“I don't know. When it comes to you I don’t know why I do half the things I do. I feel like you coax me into things that no one can. And I don’t know why.”
“I don’t coax you into anything. Everything I do to you—you let me because you like it, too. You might deny it because of your need to be a “good girl.” Fine, but your body betrays every time. Ella, I want you to stay, because I enjoy you—all of you. But I will not play this game with you. I’m not making you stay. You want to leave—leave.”
Embarrassment left me flush. I kept my hand on the door but didn’t open it. He was right. I liked all the things he did to me. I liked being with him. I didn’t have to come, he just offered, but I could have said no. But pride had me stuck at the door refusing to concede to it. Because I couldn’t be the person dealing with person for sex only. Not this long. I needed it to be more for no other reason that—because. I felt ridiculous for it.
“Ella, come here,” he said in a deep commanding voice.
In silence I approached him. He kept his attention fastened on me the entire time. He extended his hand when I reached it and held mine and led me to his bedroom. He took his time undressing me, his lips and tongue explored each part of my body that he exposed with his mouth. Standing naked before him, his hand at my waist he walked me back to the bed and then lifted me onto it. He quickly removed his clothes and took hold of my wrist and bound them over my head while his fingers traveled over my body. Light touches left me in need of more. His tongue brushed over my breast—taunting me. I needed more. Deeper. Harder. I arched my back trying to feel the pressure. He chuckled. “Look at the good girl. Am I being too gentle?” He teased, lightly pressing his teeth against my nipple. The gasped was swallowed into a moan. I jutted them out more, wanting more. I tried to tug my hands away from him overcome with the need to touch him. To pull him to me. Kiss him. Touch him. Slip my finger between the cords of his thick muscles. Taste him. Each time he pulled away with a tsk.
“Keep your hands there, Ella.”
I tried as he played me. Touching me ever so lightly enough me for me to feel it but not to quench my need. Then he trailed down and nestled his face between my legs. Using his tongue he flicked at my clit, a gentle flit against it left me writhing under him wanting more. My fingers tangled in the covers to keep them in place as he’d requested.
Aiden slipped his fingers in me, giving me some relief as he moved them at a steady rhythm inside me. “Aiden, please,” I whimpered.
His light chuckle floated in the air as I mewled and gyrated against him. He moved over me, draping his body over mine. The teasing continued, as he flirted with the idea of entering me and retreated. “Aiden,” I moaned.
“See, you are as naughty as I said. I want you like that with me. Naughty, sexy, Ella.” And he thrust into me. Sheathing himself in me as he moved deep inside.
I untangled my hands from the sheets to touch him and he stopped. “No, Ella, keep them up there.” I put them back up, gripping them tight keeping the rhythm as he pounded into me. The fire blazed. A roaring orgasm seized my body as I wrapped my legs around Aiden pulling further into me as I felt him starting to come, too. I sagged in the bed and Aiden laid on top of me for several moments. Then he rolled over to his side.
I rested for a few minutes and then got up ready to go to the room I’d stayed in before. It was one of his silly rules. I would go before he asked, somehow it made me feel like I had more control in the situation.
“Where are you going?”
“To the other room.”
He yanked back the covers, “No. You’re staying here, with me. Tomorrow Bane can take you home to get more of your things.”
“More”
He grinned. “You left early. You still owe me seven days.”
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