Her lips pressed together meekly, but he had to take control, and this was the only way he knew how. Her hips came up automatically when he peeled the tiny shorts from her body, and he had to smile over how eager she was. “Good girl,” he praised, grinning when her lips curved in a satisfied smile. The bra came next, even though he loved the sight of her in it, he wanted nothing between them, not even the sexy garter and stockings. She didn’t need any of those stage dressings.
Lily remained pliant and cooperative as he undressed her, and when the last stocking was removed, her knees fell open, revealing her juicy folds just waiting for his touch. God, how he wanted to plunge into her slick heat and lose himself again and again, but he couldn’t risk it yet, he had to maintain control. If she saw him, even accidentally, then the spell would be broken and the magic would be lost. Even as that thought terrified him, he felt the perverse need to tempt fate and trust her.
Not that he hadn’t enjoyed the way she used them, but he linked her wrists together above her head. Reaching for another carabiner, he clipped her ankles tightly together, drawing the pucker of a frown to her forehead, but she remained silent.
“You don’t like this?” he prompted, and Lily gave a hesitant response.
“I’d rather have you chain them apart.”
“Oh, you would, would you?” he chuckled. “And why is that?”
“So you can fuck me.”
His lips pursed at such a request. He liked it when her sweet mouth said something dirty. “Oh, I’ll be fucking you, peaches. Don’t you worry about that. All in good time.”
“Yes, Aidan,” she whispered, her breath coming faster in anticipation. He loved it when she said his name like that, and he was glad he’d never gotten around to training her to call him sir or master.
“You want me to fuck you then?” Prying her knees apart, he stroked her lightly, tracing the honeyed lips, but staying clear of her clit for the moment.
“Yes, Aidan.”
“Do you think you deserve my cock?”
Her knees tipped a bit wider. “Yes.”
“Even though you disobeyed me and entered my room without permission?”
Her brows twitched closer. “Only because I didn’t want to leave you.”
“And you think you know better than I do?”
“About this I do.”
She had a fair point, and he rewarded her with a single rub over her clit before trailing lower again. “So you don’t think you deserve any punishment?”
“I…” Lily licked her lips. “Well, maybe…”
Oh really? So she wanted him to punish her, did she? “I don’t have any vibrators in here.”
Her tongue darted out again to lick her lips and Aidan barely resisted the urge to dive after it. “Whatever you think I deserve, you’re in control.”
“You’re goddamn right I am,” he rumbled, pinching her clit until she squirmed. “So if I wanted to turn you over and fuck you hard and not let you come…”
“Yes, whatever you say,” she panted.
“And if I wanted to hook your ankles over my shoulders and tongue fuck you…”
Lily let out a ragged moan, her hips bucking, even though he was nowhere near her clit. “You keep talking like that and I’m gonna come right here.”
Aidan ground the heel of his hand into her mound. “Don’t you dare,” he warned. “I’m the one who decides when you’ll come, do you understand?”
Her face twisted in distress. “What if I can’t help it?”
“Then I’ll punish you again until you learn to control yourself.”
She squirmed. “That’s not helping.”
Christ, could he make her come with his words alone? Aidan was almost tempted to try it, but the temptation of fucking her was too strong. “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?”
“You’re the one who stripped me and put me on your bed,” she pouted prettily.
“No more talking or I’ll have to find another use for that mouth.”
“I’d be happy to suck your cock.”
That eager look on her face almost made him laugh out loud, and Aidan bit his lip. When the hell had he lost control of the scene? “Quiet or I’ll gag you.” He made his voice stern, taking his hands off of her and her lips instantly mashed together again. “Time to take your punishment.”
Turning Lily over, he positioned himself behind her, his legs straddling hers. With her legs linked together and her ass in the air, she was exquisitely tight as he pushed inside her wet heat, the position allowing him to go deep. Aidan held still for a long moment, relishing the perfect fit. He reached around and grabbed a handful of her breasts, kneading and stroking, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until she moaned with delight.
Her hips pressed back subtly, urging him to move, and he slapped her ass, just enough to sting, not to mark her delectable skin. “Hold still,” he barked, as she squirmed. The freckle on her neck teased him, and he scraped his teeth over it as he bucked up into her. “I could eat you up,” he rumbled against her skin, amused by the way her head tilted to give him better access.
“You were a bad girl coming in here,” he said, delivering another smack, this time to her other asscheek. Lily whimpered, but didn’t cry out, and he rewarded her with a gentle massage. “Weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she squeaked and he delivered another slap, hips pumping into her as her ass turned a pretty shade of pink.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I was bad, very bad,” she said on a ragged moan as his cock stroked her deep.
Enjoying the way she clenched around his cock when he smacked her ass, Aidan continued the spanking, careful not to lay into her too many times in the same spot. Lily panted and moaned with every slap, and she was so fucking wet, it dripped down her leg. He dipped his fingers in her pussy juice and circled them around the tight rosebud winking up at him.
“Are you going to do it again?” he demanded.
“Yes… no? Shit… I don’t know the right answer, but please don’t send me away again!”
Her desperate plea tore at his heart, and Aidan stopped the spanking, instead stroking her heated flesh with nothing but tenderness as he surged into her. But the way her face pressed into the pillow reminded him of when she’d passed out the night before, and he pulled out. Lily gave a cry of disappointment at his withdrawal, but didn’t fight him as he flipped her onto her back. The second he unlinked her ankle cuffs, her legs spread wide to accept him.
Still up on his knees, he towered over her, his cock throbbing in time with his heart, desperate to be inside her again. Grabbing her hips, Aidan pulled her forward until he buried himself deep with a moan of satisfaction. Fuck… this was where he belonged. Her cuffed wrists had fallen back over her head, and her hands grasped at the pillows in time to his thrusts, her back arching up off the bed, tits pointed to the sky.
Aidan liked Lily better without the blindfold, he could read how every stroke and thrust affected her on her expressive face. But still, that fear nagged at him. “Don’t look at me,” he whispered in reminder and she nodded, her breath coming faster as he reached down to rub her clit in time to his strokes.
Her body was strung tight. “Please…” she breathed.
“Please what?”
“Please, Aidan. Let me come, or stop torturing me like that.” Her pussy clenched around him, squirming away from his touch.
“I think you like this kind of torture,” he grinned in satisfaction, rubbing the tiny nub harder and faster, unrelenting.
“Fuck! Yes, I like it too much,” she panted, her head thrashing from side to side as she tried to fight it.
“I like it too. Too fucking much.” Aidan shifted above her, driving her deep into the mattress as his hips bucked out of control, his chest sliding against hers. “Come for me, Lily. Only for me.” Her mouth tipped up to his, reaching, straining, her eyes pinched obediently shut. Aidan guided her lips to his in time to catch her cry of ecst
asy when she clenched around him in release.
Lily was everything a woman should be and more – and she was his. Aidan emptied himself into her with a guttural cry, and collapsed on top of her, his perfect cheek pressed against hers as he remembered how to breathe again. It’d never been like this before. Not with any of the other subs, definitely not with Felice, and he felt a pang of betrayal to her memory in that realization. Aidan pushed those thoughts away, chasing after the slice of paradise before it faded completely away.
He moved to pull away, and her linked arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close. “Lily…” he breathed into her neck, feeling her heart jack hammering beneath his. “I’m crushing you.”
“I don’t care,” she whispered. “It’s totally worth it.”
“You might think so, but I’d rather not have you smother to death in my bed,” Aidan chuckled, pulling out carefully and rolling to his side. Immediately, he hauled Lily up against him, her back pressed to his front, instantly feeling safer in that position. His chin settled on the top of her head, ensuring that she couldn’t see him even if she tried, and he relaxed, gently stroking the underside of her breasts. Her heart beat fast and hard under his hand, and neither of them spoke, a drowsy cloud of satisfaction descending over them.
~8~
I drowsed for a bit, feeling warm and safe in Aidan’s arms. My wrists still had the cuffs on them, but he’d unpinned them so I could rest more comfortably. He must’ve turned off the bedside lamp at some point, as the only light in the room came from the flickering fire light. I thought maybe he’d drifted off too, but I realized his arm wrapped around my middle wasn’t completely relaxed, holding some of his weight off of me.
“It’s okay, you can relax your arm,” I said, nudging it lightly with my elbow. The only response I got was for him to wrap it tighter around me, pulling me flush against the strong planes of his chest. I laid my arm on top of his, following the veins in his hand with lazy strokes.
“Why did you stay?” he asked, his voice rumbling through his chest into me.
“After you asked me so nicely to leave?” I smiled. “I guess I have a masochistic streak.”
Aidan let out a snort. “That’s a good one. You cried wolf after one serious spanking.”
“I know.”
“No really. Why did you come up here after I let you out of the contract? You missed my cock that much?”
He was only half right. “That, and because I love you.” And I knew when he didn’t return the sentiment that I’d been right – I was a masochist to fall for a guy who might never say it back. It was okay, I hadn’t expected him to, I just wanted to put it out there.
Aidan was silent for a few minutes, and I thought maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe he was looking for the right words to say what he was feeling. Instead, he slid his hand down to cup my mound, pulling me tighter against him.
“That makes you pretty fucked up, you know that?”
A month ago and I would’ve slapped his face for saying something like that (or maybe not, because I would’ve been too chicken to hit him), but I understood Aidan better now. He wasn’t upset that I’d said I loved him, he still held me close – if anything, he’d snuggled closer.
“I guess so,” I allowed. “No more fucked up than you though. At least I know what I want.”
“That’s true,” he chuckled, the sound tickling my ears. “For the record, I know what I want.” His arm tightened around me. “It’s just not a good idea.”
“What is, us?” Was this over before it’d even really begun?
“You saw what I am,” he said matter-of-factly.
“And you don’t see me running away screaming, do you?”
“That’s because I shackled your legs together,” he pointed out in a smirking tone, reaching to unbuckle the cuffs from my wrists, as if he’d just remembered I still had them on. “Hold still,” he added, bending to undo the ones on my ankles before settling back on the bed. This time he pulled me into his chest, facing him, his chin still above my head so I couldn’t see his face. It was the most intimacy he’d allowed so far, and I looked my fill of the crisp blonde hairs on his chest, and the impressive swell of muscles under his velvety skin. His hand caressed my back in light circles, and I did the same over his chest, tracing them wider and wider and back again to a pinpoint.
“Can I ask you a question?” I risked, figuring this was my best chance at getting an honest answer.
“What if I said no?”
“I’d probably ask you anyway.”
“No discipline,” he said with a dramatic sigh, giving my ass a squeeze. “We’re really going to have to work on that.”
“Only if we’re in a scene. We’re not in a scene right now, are we?”
“No,” he allowed, kissing the top of my head. “No, we’re not.”
I smiled against his chest. That had to make what we had special, right? No contractual obligations between us, just Aidan and me and the firelight. “So can I?” I prompted.
“Just ask the damn question,” he growled, but there was no real bite to his voice.
I took a deep breath, prepared to do some fast talking if he took this the wrong way. “If it bothers you so much, why not have the scar removed?”
His hand stilled on my back, and I steeled myself for his blistering words, but his voice was calm when he replied. “I don’t deserve to have it removed.”
What did that mean? “You know that’s stupid, right?” I frowned, and his grip on me tightened.
“Careful,” he warned.
“I’m sorry, but you know what I mean. There’s nothing you could’ve possibly done to deserve this.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know what happened to you. It was a freak accident, nothing more.”
His chest bobbed higher as he took in a deep breath. “Maybe I deserve to be as much of a freak on the outside as I am on the inside.”
Where was all this shame coming from? Shit, he had worse self esteem than a girl. Did he really believe he deserved to be scarred for life because of his penchant for kink? What the hell did one have to do with the other? “There’s a flaw in your logic, you know.”
“I can’t wait to hear this. Tell me, Dr. Lily, how am I flawed?”
I ignored the thick sarcasm, struggling to resist the urge to sit up and look at him. “So basically, you’re saying I deserve a huge bodily scar too? I’ve been doing the same stuff you have.”
“Just because you went along with what I made you do doesn’t mean you’re depraved. It means you’re eager to please – which I appreciate, by the way.”
“Ah, there’s nothing that’s happened between us that I haven’t loved. There’s nothing wrong with a little kink.”
“Sure, if it’s for fun or experimentation.”
“I don’t understand. What’s the difference?”
He hesitated a few moments before he answered, his words coming slow. “I… need this. Need it deep down. I need to control people, I crave it.”
God, he made it sound like he needed to bathe in the blood of young virgins to get off. What was the big deal? It wasn’t like he’d done anything to hurt me. “So? What harm is there if you find another consenting adult to do it with? Not that I’m saying you should find another one. That’s one thing I’m not up for. Sharing.”
That made him chuckle. “Are you the jealous type?”
“I belong to you, right?”
“Yes. You’re mine.” His hand rubbed up and down my back in a soothing manner.
“Then you’re mine too. Not the same way, but you’re still mine.”
“I think I like the sound of that.” He sounded surprised.
“So we can agree that you’re making me happy, not forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do. You deserve happiness too.”
“No, you don’t get it.”
“Then make me understand. Please.” If he wasn’t willing to accept the possibility o
f happiness with me, there was no chance of a future between us.
“I killed her.”
My mouth popped open in shock. “Who, Felice? The article said she died in a car wreck, and Mrs. Fisk said you weren’t even in the same car with her.”
“I’m going to have to have a vigorous talk with Mrs. Fisk about speaking out of turn.”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but it sure wasn’t the time or place for that tangent. “Oh, for the love of… would you please leave her out of this for now? What do you mean, you killed Felice?”
“She had no business being on the road that night. I shouldn’t have let her go.”
“You didn’t force her to get behind the wheel of the car.”
“The hell I didn’t,” he snapped. “She’d been drinking, I had too, but I was still in control.”
“You can’t blame yourself for not stopping her from drunk driving. She’s the one who made the choice, not you.”
“I can if I’m the one who sent her running into the night to get away from me.”
There was so much anguish in his voice, even after all those years, I was almost afraid to ask. “What happened?”
The anguish dissipated as he spoke again, sounding cold and distant. “Like you said, there’s nothing wrong with a little kink between consenting adults. Only Felice… she wasn’t consenting.”
“Oh my God. You didn’t… you didn’t force her to…”
“No!” Aidan exclaimed when he clued into how I’d taken it. “But… I got her drunk on purpose, trying to lower her inhibitions. I knew she wasn’t into it, and I tried to get her to go along with it anyway. I didn’t force her, but I forced the issue, hoping she’d open her mind and try something new. But Felice, she didn’t want to have anything to do with it. She said I was sick and needed help.” He took another deep breath. “I got mad, I said some ugly things.”
“Like what?”
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