“Is it the label that scares you? We’re going to be living together and sleeping in the same bed.”
“I said I would give sleeping together a try, not that it would become a permanent thing. And no, it’s not the label that bugs me. It’s the idea of someone wanting more of me than I am willing to give. Our relationship is different.”
Scarlett wants more, that much I can tell when I look into her eyes. She’s falling for a monster, a man who is incapable of giving her what she needs other than good sex and bruises on her once flawless skin.
“You could have any man you want. Why did you choose me?”
“Because you made it too hard for me to resist you. And I wanted to help you.”
“Are you still doing this to study me?”
“I won’t lie to you, Aiden. In the beginning, I was curious. I thought that by being your submissive that you would open up to me and allow me to find a way to solve your problem until I realized that your addiction is much deeper.”
“I don’t have an addiction.” I peel my fingers from hers and clutch the steering wheel tight. “We have gone over this, Scar.”
“You have an addiction to the power you get from watching me submit to you. While it’s not so much the action you crave, you do have an addiction to the adrenaline and the high you get from seeing me in pain. All sadists have the same addiction.”
“So you say,” I spit back, annoyed.
“You want to hurt me, do you not?”
I pull into my usual parking space and turn to face her. “Yes, I do. I told you I wanted to break you, and I meant it.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and sinks into the leather seat. “You could never break me.”
“I will try, and I won’t even mean to do it. It will happen on its own. And then, you’ll hate me because I can’t give you what you need.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. Moving in together is so sudden and too soon.”
“You have a car full of stuff and nowhere to go.”
“I was planning to live with my parents until I found a place. Drive me to Highland Park. My parents will be thrilled to see me, bruises and all.” Her tone has a hint of sarcasm to it that makes me blind with rage.
I want to drag her onto my lap and spank the shit out of her. She makes me crazy and horny and so many fucking things that I can’t keep track of how I feel.
I sigh, covering my face with my hands in frustration. Then, I sit back and look at Scarlett, my hands falling to my sides. “Are you going to hold this against me forever?”
“No, and I don’t even expect you to feel sorry for hurting me because I allowed you to do it.”
“Do you want to live with your parents? I have this place all to myself. It feels more like a home when you are in it.”
She smiles. “People can change, Aiden, and so can you. I know you can.”
“You will be disappointed once you discover that will never happen. I will never change. I will never be what you want.”
“You will always be controlling and dominant, but I have hope that you can make the changes I need.”
“Like what?”
“A relationship that goes beyond a Dominant and his submissive. Love, perhaps. Maybe one day you will want a wife and children.”
“And you want those things with me?” I am so damn confused by her change in behavior.
“No, that’s not what I am saying. If things between us progress to a new level, I would hope that you would be ready to take the next step with me.”
“I’m going to hurt you, Scarlett, and you know it.” I rub my hand on her shoulder and expose her darkened skin to the cool air. “I can promise you this will happen again if you stay with me. The sex will get rougher, and your skin will never be flawless again.”
“I want you.” She takes my hand and plants soft kisses on my skin, looking up at me. “I want all of you. I don’t care if you never share my feelings as long as I have you in my life.”
The corners of my mouth turn up into a wicked grin. “Then, get your ass upstairs so I can show you what you’re getting in return.”
She licks her lips. “Make me, sir.”
Those words are all I need to hear for me to go red-hot, my pulse pounding from excitement. “You will pay for that, love.”
She winks. “I was counting on it.”
Scarlett
Leaning back against the uncomfortable couch in Aiden’s office, I spread my legs wide enough for him to get a good look. He already knew I wasn’t wearing panties this morning when I left his apartment. In fact, he doesn’t allow me to wear underwear at all. I have to obey him at all times, or he punishes me.
Aiden has tons of rules. Like his good girl, I follow them. I have gotten used to the structure he needs in his life even though it had taken some time to get used to at first. As much as I should care, I don’t mind when he calls me his whore, or when he spanks me so hard my that my ass cheeks sting for hours, sometimes days.
The pain is always there on my skin, a constant reminder of the power he has over my mind and body. But I have learned to love all of him. If that’s what it takes to keep Aiden satisfied, he can spank me all he wants. The sex is incredible, the best I have ever had.
It took me a while, but I have taken a liking to some of the kinkier things he enjoys. Aiden takes me to places I had never thought possible when I was with Mark. He makes my heart pound and my pulse speed up.
But we have some minor issues. Like the fact that Aiden needs sex an unusual amount of times per day, to the point my pussy hurts and my legs shake so bad I can’t wear heels the next day to work. I’m not complaining, not even a little bit. I just know that some days will be rougher than others, because underneath it all, he still has an addiction. Now, he has become addicted to me. And he is mine just as much as I am his.
Aiden has me to fulfill his every fantasy. I never say no, regardless of the request. The demanding, controlling side of him turns me on. I want to please him in any way I can. But am I helping him? It’s so hard for me to separate our personal and professional lives.
When I’d catch him sneaking off with women in college, I had no idea they were his submissives who were there to follow his orders. I hate that word. I’d prefer to be Aiden’s girlfriend, not his submissive. But the only way to have him as both my patient and lover is to invest myself in every facet of his lifestyle.
Aiden licks his lips as he stares between my legs. “You wanted another therapy session, so, I think we should start by talking about the things we like and don’t like about our sex life. You go first.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of talking about your past and how you got to this point.”
He shakes his head. “No, Scarlett, not today. We can save the psychobabble for another day.”
Staring at Aiden, I push up my skirt and touch myself. “I like it when you do this,” I tell him, maintaining eye contact.
“Mmm…” He rubs the dark stubble on his chin, focused on my thumb as I circle my clit. “Keep going, baby.” He leans forward in his chair and uses his thighs to balance himself.
“I like it when you finger my pussy, Dr. Shaw.”
When we are in his office, I have to refer to him by his professional name, and in the bedroom, it’s sir.
He tips his head in my direction. One firm look is all it takes for me to understand what he wants. So, I get right to it and slip two fingers inside me. I pay close attention as he unbuttons his slacks and removes his belt.
I wait for him to take off his pants so I can move to the next thing on my list. As if Aiden reads my thoughts, he does just that and kicks off his shoes along with his pants and boxer briefs. My pussy throbs from the sensation rushing through my body. I need Aiden to relieve me of this torture.
He stands in front of me with his massive cock on display. I stop fingering myself long enough so that I can reach out and touch him. My hand barely grazes his hip. Once I latch on, he moves closer, all
owing me to take his length in my hand and stroke him.
“This, too,” I say, looking up at him. Then, I stick my tongue out to lick the tip. “And this.”
He smiles and takes a chunk of my hair in his hands. “Suck it,” he orders.
I do as he asks because I never deny him. And I love having this control over him, even if it’s only temporary. He gives me his rules to follow, a list of things he expects me to do each day. I do them because I love him, even if he doesn’t feel the same. I want to make Aiden happy.
He groans, his body jerking as he grips my hair tighter. “Swallow, my dirty little whore. All of it.”
After he comes in my mouth, I swallow, per his request, and lick my lips. He loosens his grip on my hair and takes a step back. I’m out of breath, practically panting from taking all of his cock.
He loves choking me with it, leaving me gasping for air as the tears fall from my eyes and the mascara slides down my cheeks. That’s part of his sickness. Or at least I think it is. He’s so forceful when it comes to oral sex. Well, sex in general.
Aiden bends down to kiss the top of my head and helps me to my feet. He lifts me up to wrap me in his arms, cocooning me in his warmth. This is the side of him that I love most. After those rough, passionate moments, he shows me the warm and caring person I have grown to love.
It’s as if he feels guilty for being this way and needs to find a way to make up for it. He doesn’t show this side to me enough. But when he does, I absorb every second.
Aiden sets me down and leans my head against his chest to stroke my hair. “I’m so glad I have you back in my life.”
“Me, too,” I confess. “I had no idea what I was missing in my life until we found our way back to each other.”
“I know, love. That’s why I think we should make things a little more permanent between us.”
“Like marriage?” I ask, glancing up at him.
He chuckles, his laughter shaking through me. “No, more like a commitment.”
I lift my head from his chest and gaze into his blue eyes. “Are you kidding me?” My excitement is uncontainable. I stop myself from jumping up and down, smiling so wide my jaw hurts.
Did I heal him? Maybe all he needed was stability. Or me. All of the pain was worth it.
“Nope,” he says with a wicked grin that makes me nervous. Aiden releases me long enough to bend down to remove two rings from the pocket of his black slacks. He holds out his palm to me, revealing a thick, black ring next to a slightly thinner one. “This is a promise ring of sorts. In my world, these rings symbolize a commitment between a Dominant and his submissive. This is what I can offer you, Scarlett. But like I said before, I don’t know if I will ever get to the point that I know you are hoping.”
“For now, this is enough. We will get there. Someday.”
“You have more faith in me than I do in myself.”
“I do.” I hold out my hand for him to slip the dark ring onto my finger. “Perfect fit. So, is this like a collar? I read about those online.”
He nods. “Sort of. With this ring, you are officially mine. We’re making a promise to each other that we will be with each other and no one else and that you will obey me.”
“I already do.”
“I know.” Aiden slides the tungsten ring onto his finger and stares down at it with a smile on his handsome face.
Maybe he can change. He’s still rough and aggressive, but he has shown me that there is more to him. Aiden could be capable of love someday. He could love me back.
“I love it,” I say, getting on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
“Good, I’m glad.” He moves his hand to my ass, and it gives it a good squeeze. “Now, that we made our relationship more official, get your sexy ass on my desk and spread your legs for me. I need to do a thorough inspection of your pussy.”
As if I wasn’t already excited about the recent change in events, my skin is on fire from the promise of Aiden’s tongue exploring every inch of my body.
“Yes, Dr. Shaw. As you wish.”
I bend over his desk, lift my ass in the air, and look over my shoulder at him. The games we play are so erotic and keep me wanting more. I can never get enough of him. Even on days when Aiden fucks me so hard, I can barely stand. He asks if I want more. The answer is always, Yes, sir.
“Wider,” he says, his mouth twisted up into a smirk as he positions himself behind me. “Spread those pussy lips for me, baby.”
“Yes, Dr. Shaw.” I smile and comply.
Aiden reaches around me to unbutton my blouse and slips his hand inside. He pops the last button on my shirt when he tugs at the thin fabric. I help him shrug the shirt off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor between us. Digging his cock into my ass cheek, he unhooks my bra to spring my breasts free.
He massages my nipples with his thumbs before he pinches them between his fingers. His touch hits every pressure point in my body, intensifying the feeling that rushes over me in waves. With each flick of his fingers, I melt into him, too consumed by the euphoria that clouds my brain.
Aiden takes his time with me, eventually pushing my skirt over my hips. By the time his hand slides up my inner thigh, the anticipation of what comes next is unbearable. He makes sure to torture me, tease me in every way possible.
Taking my ass in his hands, he kisses my bare skin, tormenting me, as he lowers himself so that he can bury his face between my legs. His breath on my sensitive skin causes my toes to curl. The wait is foreplay enough. I need him now. I want him to destroy me once again.
When Aiden’s tongue slips between my folds, I hold my breath, unable to move or think straight. What I should be thinking about is the fact that I am doing something forbidden in his office, where his secretary could knock on the door. Or worse, she could come in here unannounced.
As he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue brings me to the point of convulsing. “Aiden,” I whisper, my lips pressed against the wood. “Yes, just like that.”
“I want you to come for me.” He adds another finger, quickening his pace.
I moan in response, tilting my head to the side to stare up at the ceiling. My body tightens and then trembles, as I rock my hips, pushing his fingers further, moving harder and faster. With the last flick of his tongue, I come so fucking hard. He grabs my ass tighter and laps up every last bit of my juices, heightening my pleasure.
He pulls his fingers from my aching pussy and flips me over. With my juices coating his fingers, he raises them to his mouth before he pulls down my bottom lip for me to taste. I stick out my tongue and lick my lips.
“That’s a good girl.” Aiden pulls me into his chest and kisses me, his tongue rough and aggressive as it sweeps into my mouth.
Once he releases me, he turns me over once more, forcing me to lean my forearms on the desk. He rubs his hand over my ass, his touch soft for once. I look over my shoulder at him as he enters me. When he grips my hips tight enough to leave fresh marks, I let out a series of screams, taking it as he fucks me harder and faster.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “Harder, Aiden.”
“Be careful what you ask for, baby,” he whispers in my ear.
He loses himself in me and me in him. I unravel beneath Aiden, my body trembling along with his before we both lose control.
Scarlett
After one month of living with Aiden, I have never been happier, but his addiction is becoming a full-time job for me. Taking care of his needs is much harder than I had realized. He’s sick and tortured in his own ways, but his imperfections make me love him even more. If only he would listen to me. He works out his issues by fucking me hard enough to leave marks on my skin. And I have even more bruises to prove it. I love the rough side to Aiden, but I also want to get to the root of the problem.
Sitting on the couch across from Aiden, I cross my legs on purpose to torture him. He needs to learn some self-restraint. Licking his lips, as if I am his snack, Aiden leans forward, resting his elb
ows on his thighs.
“Can you focus already?” I roll my eyes at him, annoyed. “We’re supposed to work on your addiction, not feed into it.”
“I hate when you’re like this.” His husky voice sends chills down my spine, but I am not letting him talk his way out of another session. Aiden uses sex as a scapegoat for life, and I have allowed him to take advantage for too long. I’ve become what he wants in his life—a submissive. He can do this one thing for me.
“We made a deal, Aiden.” I fold my arms across my chest, irritated.
“Dr. Shaw,” he corrects.
Right. This is all part of our game when we are at work.
Aiden often uses my need to be close to him against me. Intimacy with Aiden is different. Sex, pain, and the pleasure that comes along with it is his escape from the world, though it doesn’t last long enough to keep him under control. Sometimes, I am so consumed by lust that all I can think about are my desires, and Aiden exploits them. But I also have to think about Aiden and the demons he wrestles with every day.
“Dr. Shaw, it’s time for our session,” I remind him. “This isn’t play time.”
“We can play while we talk,” he counters, always having something smart to say in return. Aiden fumbles with his belt, burning a hole through me with his lecherous gaze. “Hike up your skirt, love.”
“No.” My voice is so firm that Aiden sits up straight in the chair. He knows I mean business when I’m in this kind of mood. I want him to get better. Everything I do is for his benefit.
“Very well.” He releases his belt and folds his arms over his chest. “Proceed.”
“Aiden, this is important to me and the success of our relationship. You are a doctor, and you know that you have a serious problem. I cannot fix you overnight. You have to work with me.”
“I’m all better now that I have you back in my life,” he says, matter-of-fact.
“No, you are most certainly not all better. We have sex no less than six times a day. You’re hard almost every minute you are awake and even in sleep.”
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