“What’s the point? You won’t let me win.”
His hands move beneath my panties, the sensation causing my toes to curl. I close my eyes and wait for him to make me feel better, to remove the tension from my body. Instead, Aiden flicks my clit with his finger, as if he were kicking a paper football off the table like the boys did when I was in middle school.
“Oww,” I cry out. “Are you fucking crazy?”
To ease the pain, he rubs my clit and massages me until it feels better. “If you want to be with me, you will have to get used to the pain. Wait until my cock is inside you, Scar. This is nothing. Wait until I have your hands tied to your ankles, fucking you senseless. You will learn the real meaning of pain.”
“I don’t think I want to know what that even means,” I counter. “Are you going to beat me?”
He laughs. “It sounds so bad when you put it that way. If you get out of line, I will spank you, and I will punish you for your insubordination.”
“Maybe this is another way to help you,” I say, unsure of the meaning behind the words.
Do I want to use my body as a means to an end? What kind of doctor does this with their patient? Aiden isn’t a normal patient. The lines between us are so blurred I don’t even know how to proceed with his treatment. Can I even help him? He should see someone else, someone who doesn’t want to know how his cock feels inside them.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls. “We can test each other’s limits. But I have to warn you that my fantasies are much darker than yours. I like it rough.” He leans over me and twists my hair in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. “I like it very rough. It’s going to hurt.”
“You are the worst patient I’ve ever had to treat,” I confess because it’s the truth. “If we do this, we need to have rules.”
He smirks. “Good because I like rules. In my world, rules are essential.”
“All you care about is satisfying your needs and doing things on your terms.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I don’t have a sex addiction and that I just like sex?”
I take a second to consider the question and laugh. “No, you have a sex addiction.”
“But do I display all the signs?” He takes my hand in his and brings it up to his face. “Am I flushed, my skin slick with sweat from the adrenaline rushing through my veins?”
His skin is dry, free of sweat, and without the slightest hint that he was ever turned on by me. Although it should please me, I’m almost disappointed. Maybe this is progress for Aiden. Staring at him, confused, I have no idea what to say to him.
“Why, Aiden? Why do you have sex with strange women in bathrooms if you can control yourself? That makes zero sense to me.”
He releases his grip on me. “Because I like sex. It’s not that complicated. I get bored, see a hot woman I want to fuck, and so I do. But she has to be like me.”
I shake my head. “No, you have a problem. You might be able to control yourself on occasion, and this is one of those times, but I know you better than you think.”
“Are you still hungry?” He asks, avoiding my last statement.
“Yes.” I glance up at the clock on the wall. “We have two hours until my next patient.”
“Cancel,” he orders, his tone firm.
“Unlike you, I care about being professional,” I shoot back, annoyed. “I would never cancel a patient for sex.”
“Whatever. You’re no fun. Two hours is all the time I need.” He turns around, speaking with his back to me, as he heads toward the door. “Grab your purse. I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Okay.” My voice is surprisingly shaky when I speak. “Where are we going?”
“Just get your things,” he growls.
When I meet him at the door, Aiden hooks his arm around my back and presses his mouth to mine. With both hands gripping my shoulders, Aiden holds me in place, making my head spin when he kisses me.
His tongue tangles with mine and my hands fall to his chest, slowly moving up to his hair. The passion behind each kiss overwhelms me. No one has ever kissed me like this before. When our mouths finally separate, I have trouble catching my breath.
He takes a step back and locks eyes with me, leaving me wanting for more. “Scarlett,” Aiden says, snapping me out of the trance he has me under, summoning me back to reality.
I look up at him.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he says.
Speechless, I manage a closed-mouth smile. Then, Aiden guides me out of my office without another word. I hate myself for hoping wherever we are going will lead to sex.
Aiden
I have no idea what I am doing right now. After I ordered Scarlett to grab her things, I led her out of her office and into my car without thinking my plan through. As if on autopilot, I did something out of the ordinary and drove to my apartment. While I wouldn’t mind seeing how she looks wrapped in my sheets, I also wasn’t planning to take her here. Deep down, I guess my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Scarlett belongs here. She belongs to me.
Sitting in the parking garage beneath the high-rise building, I glance over at Scarlett, wondering if this is a good idea. She has no idea where we are and hasn’t spoken a word since we left the office. I think she’s nervous. And she should be. Because she has no idea what I plan to do with her.
For all she knows, I could have taken her here to murder her and stuff her into my trunk. This is the first time I have brought a woman to my apartment, which freaks me out more than I will admit aloud. But Scarlett puts me at ease in a way I haven’t felt in years. Not since the last time I was with her, long before everything had turned to shit.
I brush a strand of hair off her face, and she turns to look at me, nervous and biting her lip. “Are you ready to go upstairs?”
She shrugs against the leather seat. “Depends. Where are we?”
“My apartment. You have no reason to be afraid. I won’t bite.” I flash a wicked smile, rubbing her chin with my thumb. “Not unless you want me to.”
She covers my hand with hers and kisses my skin, sending chills down my spine. “I want you, Aiden, and I want to see where you live. I would like to get to know you again.”
“Oh, you will. That much I can promise. But you might not like me. There are different sides of me that you might not understand. I’m not a good man.” I hate saying this about myself, but I feel as though I should warn her before she gets in too deep with me.
“That’s not true.” She shakes her head, annoyed by my comment. “I know you, Aiden, whether you realize that or not.”
“You know the old me, not the man I have become,” I counter, twirling her hair around my finger. “You will not like the way I am. I have issues. Real problems that even you can’t fix.”
She eyes me up and down, studying every feature. “There’s no problem I can’t fix. This will get harder before it gets easier for you. For us both.”
“I want to hurt you, Scar.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Why would you want to hurt me?”
“Because of what you did to me. You embarrassed me. You emasculated me by telling me I had a sex addiction. I hated watching you leave the conference room. I regretted allowing you to walk out of my life.”
“You’re too stubborn for your own good, Aiden. Things could have been different between us if you had sought out the help we both you need.”
“I have a sex addiction,” I admit. “This is what you want to hear, right?”
She sighs. “Yes. Admitting that you have a problem is the first step. I’m fucking this up, Aiden. I would never jeopardize my career if you were another patient.”
“I’m not just any patient. We have a history.”
“That we do, which is why I am having a hard time separating my professional and personal feelings when I am around you.”
I dig my elbow into the center console and lean closer to her. “No one will ever know about us. Do you think I wan
t any of our colleagues to know that you are treating me for a sex addiction?”
“No, of course not, and I wouldn’t say anything anyway. I’m bound to doctor-patient confidentiality.”
“Exactly,” I say. “That was part of the reason I became your patient.”
She looks at me confused. “I don’t understand.”
“You can’t tell anyone about what goes on between us, not even your friends.”
Scarlett has no clue. I have so many secrets to share with her. But am I ready? I took her to my apartment. This is the first step.
She nods as if she understands. “As usual, you are one step ahead. So, why did you bring me to your apartment?”
“That day you found me in the women’s bathroom with that girl was not the first time I had done that, but you already know that. You don’t understand what it’s like.”
I have no idea how to explain this to someone who doesn’t know what I go through every day.
“I can fix you, Aiden.”
“By giving in to me?”
She bites the inside of her cheek, nervous, and she should be. “Yes, but we need to talk about what you want from me. We need rules.”
“Do you have any limits? Anything you won’t do?”
“That’s a bit too vague, Aiden, even for you. Can you be more specific?”
“Did you like it when I spanked you earlier?”
“Umm…I don’t know. It kind of hurt.”
“But did it feel good? Did it make your pussy wet? Did you want me to keep going?”
“I guess.” She blushes ten shades of red. “I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting you to smack my ass. You probably left a handprint.”
“I want to leave more than handprints,” I confess. “I want to claim, bruise, and fuck every part of your delicious body, Scar. I want to ruin you for every man so that you can only be with me.”
She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out, as she glances out the window and into the desolate parking garage. “Can you show me? To help you, I need to see what you like.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Scar, not unless you want me to.”
“Are you a masochist? Is that why you need sex so much?”
“It’s not what you think. I have to show you for you to truly understand that with the pain comes a lot of pleasure.” I take her hand in mine and squeeze it. “Girls in the past have all understood that I have certain needs. It’s not just about the sex. Those girls were not as random as they seemed. They were submissive women who wanted me to dominate them.”
“But I’m not submissive,” she says. “You expect me to obey your every command as if you are my master?”
“And I will expect you to do as I say.”
“Do I have to call you sir?”
I nod, and she continues.
“I had a few patients like you in the past, but I had no idea you were into the same things. I have a hard time justifying our situation. If I become your next submissive, how can I help you? You will want someone else the minute I am not around.”
I shake my head. “No, see that’s where you are wrong. If you are my submissive, I would only be with you and no one else. I would expect the same from you.”
“Oh,” she whispers. “Aiden, this is not what I had in mind when I told you to make an appointment. I thought this would be no different than other addicts I have treated. What will you do when I’m not there to take off the edge? What if you need a fix?”
I press my finger to her lips to silence her. “You don’t understand the level of control involved with my lifestyle. I want to show you. You need to see for yourself.”
“Okay, but I’m scared. I don’t want you to beat me.”
I laugh. “You are so fucking beautiful, Scar. And adorable. Have I ever told you that?”
“No, but it sounds good coming from your mouth.”
“I don’t know if I can ever give you what you want, Scarlett. I’m not capable of love. I know pain and destruction. I only hurt the people I care about. After you left me, I got worse.”
“That’s why I can help you, Aiden.” She takes my hand in hers and squeezes. “If I am the source of the problem, then I am the person who can fix it. But we are playing with fire. This could end badly for one or both of us.”
“I understand, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t give this a try. We were always good together, Scarlett.”
“I think I’m ready,” she says, her voice low and seductive.
“To be my submissive.”
“Yes, but I want to know what I am getting myself into before I agree to anything.”
“You were always it for me, Scarlett. I never wanted another girl the way I did you. And back then, it was not about the sex. It was always about us.”
“We can make this work, you know.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she stares into my eyes. “I understand if you need me to be a certain way, and I am okay with that. So, how do we handle this condition of yours? Will you take me to your sex room to spank me? Will you whip and flog me?”
I laugh. “I don’t have a sex room or torture chamber, but I do like toys and games. And I will spank that tight little ass of yours. Most of the time, sex between us will be rough. That’s how I like it.”
She doesn’t even bat an eyelash. I guess she can handle me, after all. “I don’t have the same appetite that you have for sex, but after today, I do not doubt that I will crave you every second of the day.”
“You will develop an appetite.”
“Anal sex,” she says. “That’s the one thing I’m not ready to do with you.”
“Why not? You don’t have to be afraid with me.”
“One step at a time, Aiden. You have to ease me into this.”
I nod. “Okay, baby steps. We’ll get there eventually.”
She leans over the shifter to rub my inner thigh. “I’m still hungry. I didn’t get my lunch.”
“I have something for you, baby.” Grabbing her hand, I hold it over my growing erection. Then, I pull down my zipper. “I want your lips wrapped around my cock right now.”
She flashes a grin that reaches her blue eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Her words bring a smile to my face.
Like a good little whore, she listens and takes my cock in her hand. I thread my fingers through her hair as she sucks me off, taking me to the point of ecstasy. Scarlett and I were always supposed to be together. And we both know it.
I pull her hair hard enough that she stops moving. “Get over here,” I growl. “I want to come inside you.”
She peeks up at me and wipes her mouth. I hit the button on the side of my seat to move it back far enough for her to straddle me. Scarlett glances around the vacant parking lot, searching for people. No one ever parks in this part of the lot, which is why I like it over here. I don’t have to deal with small talk and meaningless conversations on my way to the elevator.
She smiles, though I doubt she will do much of that after I show her how rough I can be. As I slip my tongue into her mouth, I grab the back of her head so I can deepen the kiss. Once she moves her panties to the side, Scarlett grinds her soaking wet pussy against my cock, making me harder with each movement.
Breaking away from her lips, I whisper, “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” she hisses, rubbing her wet folds along my sensitive skin. “Aiden, please. Will you fuck me already? I need to come.”
“You are too impatient, love.” I want to play with her a little while longer, but I want this just as bad, if not more than she does. “Listen to me, Scarlett.”
Her eyes open wide, waiting for me to finish.
“I want you to come on my cock. Understand?”
She nods, and with my help, she lifts her hips, coating my skin with her juices as she lowers herself, taking all of me at once.
“Aiden,” she cries out in pain. Scarlett closes her eyes as she holds onto my shoulders and rides me. She rides me hard and fast, just the way I like i
t.
I grip her hips tight, watching as she comes undone for me. I love seeing her this vulnerable yet in control. For years, I had wondered what had happened to Scarlett, all while dreaming of this moment. Now, she’s mine. And I will never let her go.
Scarlett
By the time I get out of his Mercedes, Aiden is at my side, leading me by the hand up to the elevators. Without a word, we trek through the parking lot and into the garage lobby. The apartment building is more upscale than the one I share with Mark. I could have afforded a place as nice as this one, but I didn’t want Mark to feel any more inferior than he apparently already does.
At least with Aiden, I don’t have to pretend to be someone I am not. But can I accept Aiden once I see him in another light? I’ve known for years that he has issues when it comes to sex. How deep-seated are his issues? Can I even help him to overcome whatever started his compulsion? I have my doubts about being able to treat him now that we’ve had sex.
Aiden allows a few people to take the cars that open up, leaving an empty elevator for us. We get inside, and Aiden sticks a card into the panel and presses the button for the penthouse. I had no idea he made that kind of money with his practice.
I narrow my eyes at him, confused, and he catches on to my curiosity.
“I don’t make that much as a doctor, in case you are wondering.”
“This explains a lot,” I deadpan.
“Explains what?” He hooks his arm around my back and pulls me into his chest.
“Your self-entitlement.”
He huffs. “This is why I never told you much about my personal life. I didn’t want you to make assumptions based on my family and their wealth.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I confess, though it does get the wheels turning. “You’re rich, so what?”
“My family is rich, not me. There’s a big difference.”
“Do you have a trust fund?”
He nods, turning his head away from me.
“Then, you’re rich, too. Doesn’t matter how you got it.”
“Whatever, Scar. Can we not do this right now? How about we do more fucking and less talking. Sound good?” He flashes one of his signature panty-dropping smirks down at me.
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