He kneels at the side of the bed, my legs raised and resting on his shoulders. He builds my pleasure with his tongue and fingers, playing with all my discovered hot spots.
His guttural groans purr against my flesh, adding to my growing desire.
“Harder,” I cry, not wanting the careful Aiden. He presses his lips tighter and swipes from my entrance to my clit in one swift stroke. He repeats over and over, driving me to distraction. My toes tingle and my muscles bunch as my orgasm crests and crashes over my body. I wrap my legs around Aiden’s back, pulling him in tighter to me until every last vibration has coursed through my body.
“Natasha?”
“Fuck me.”
“Thank fuck!” Aiden pulls out of my hold, and I shuffle back up the bed. I watch as he painstakingly unlocks the ball stretcher and removes the ring around his cock before sheathing himself. He climbs over me and positions at my entrance before he slides right in.
“Arr…” we both sigh in satisfaction. Aiden doesn’t wait before he withdraws and slams back into my core. He’s chasing his climax, desperate for some relief. His hard and vigorous thrusts build my climax quickly, and I hitch my leg around Aiden’s hip to give him deeper access.
He drops his head with a groan at the sensation. Sex has become addictive with Aiden. My orgasms are like little treats of sinful delight. Keeping sex out of our interactions soon became a punishment for both of us.
“I love making you come. I love tasting you and fucking you into oblivion.”
“Yes! Do it!” I encourage. Aiden pistons his hips, catching my clit with every move. It builds delightfully, coiling every muscle in my body.
“I’m gonna come…” Chords of muscle strain at Aiden’s throat and shoulders.
“Yes!” I cry, and my climax rips through me as Aiden stills and rests his forehead against mine.
He slowly rolls off to the side and takes an exaggerated breath. “Every time I don’t think you can get any better. You continually surprise me.” His comment shouldn’t mean so much to me, but it does. His openness and willingness to obey and try everything I’ve put in his path has ignited a passion inside of me I haven’t known for a long time. I take the words and what they mean to me and lock them away in my heart. I’m not one for soppy declarations of emotion or love. I have always been clinical and efficient. Being with Aiden is shifting my perspective, but I’m not ready to admit that.
“Hey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask.”
“Sure.” He turns to his side so he can look at me. He props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at me.
“I’m a member of a club where I like to play.”
“Play as in the dominant stuff?”
“Yes.”
Aiden can’t hide the hurt look that ghosts across his face.
“I haven’t been there since I met you. I took a break because of looking after Mum. I didn’t plan on this between us. But you have a better understanding of who I am now. I want to show you this part of me as well.”
“Do you ‘play’ with other people?” his question is timid. I realise that bringing this up has introduced a question mark over our relationship that I need to make clear to him.
“No. Not this time. I’m just with you. This between us is exclusive for me.” Of course, Aiden doesn’t understand the magnitude of that statement. He doesn’t know that I rarely, if ever, was exclusive when it came to Solace.
“Okay.”
“This isn’t the usual type of relationship for me. Nearly all my past partners were in the lifestyle. They were openly submissive and knew that I was a Dominant. Our relationship has evolved and grown, but it doesn’t change the way I am. I don’t know how you feel about going to Solace with me, but I’d like to show you.”
“Having never been to a club like Solace before, I don’t know how to answer.”
“I want to show you. I quite like keeping you to myself, so I’m not convinced that we’ll play.”
“Is that what you think we do every week? Play?” Aiden doesn’t hide the hurt that edges his voice.
“Partly, yes. I’ve introduced you to my world. You responded so perfectly I couldn’t help myself, and each week I bring you further into the lifestyle. You have a sexually submissive side, at least with me, and you please me greatly.” I smile, trying to offer reassurance.
“And I love surrendering to you.”
“I know. Your enjoyment feeds a part of me that craves that surrender. It’s what I need as a Domme. As long as you continued to enjoy what we do, we’re good.” I need to halt this conversation. I’d revealed too much to Aiden to save him any worry.
I leave the bed and head to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Aiden won’t be staying tonight. He has some work to see too early in the morning. We’ve grown comfortable in our routine, but that doesn’t mean we must live in each other’s pockets. I am careful to keep some boundaries intact. There are far fewer still in place than I’d usually insist on with other partners.
Aiden joins me, and we shower in silence. He washes my hair and rubs my shoulders before turning me to take his time kissing my lips. He is wonderfully expressive, and the passion and kindness he puts into each kiss breaks down a part of me that I’ve never allowed of anyone else.
Everything with Aiden is different. More intense, fewer boundaries, more freedom, more feeling. It is a delicate balance that, so far, I’ve succeeded in measuring, but I could see myself falling so easily. Everything about him calls to me and makes me feel more alive. It’s like he melted a part of me I hadn’t realized had frozen over.
I tore up the rules from the start, but now I need to bring some back into play for protection. I’d not treated this relationship like my past submissives. I’d focussed on introducing Aiden to the dynamic, and that has been a glorious success to date. But I need to understand just how far this natural part of Aiden went. He was still just taking my lead, and I had to understand if that was all down to me, or a part of his nature I’d tapped.
I didn’t want to admit how much it would crush me if he wasn’t interested in anything further. Aiden meant more to me than I realised, and the fear that this might be a step too far is sobering. It is something I need to do. I am a grown woman, and we’d built what we share on trust. I had to honour that, which meant showing him all of me. Aiden would see every part of me and not just the Dominant woman in the bedroom, but in the playroom as well.
Submissive. It is an interesting concept since Natasha introduced the term. I’d have thought myself as easy going or laid back before submissive entered my brain. I can’t remember submitting to anyone else’s will over me in the past. But Natasha is a force of nature and makes it so easy for me to follow. Of course, it’s easier for me to think when she keeps her clothes on.
This Solace place she speaks of doesn’t give me a good vibe, though. The way Natasha talks about it sets me on edge. Like my reaction was pivotal, and not necessarily in a good way. I know our relationship is different. Hell, no other woman had dominated me in my life. But with Natasha, it is hot as hell and something I feel good doing. I didn’t have to think or question. My reaction to her is automatic. I don’t like hearing her refer to it as playing. It means more to me than just fucking around. She means more to me.
I have to make the delivery to the gallery this morning. My collection is complete, although not my best work. I fulfilled the brief and am looking forward to clearing my plate. Hopefully the gallery will be pleased, but I am already planning my next collection. I can concentrate on that and lose myself in imagery I wanted to draw and paint. Luckily, I’ve had a couple of galleries who have contacted me about some pieces, and I can send them some of my back collection for the time being.
Natasha inspires me. The charcoal sketches I began weeks ago have grown in volume. All preparatory studies. I want her to sit for me. She’d make a fabulous muse for my next collection. And now that I have the time to dedicate to them, I will.
The cou
rier arrives on time, and I ensure each piece is well wrapped and secure before signing the paperwork. The collection is my next six months-worth of rent, plus some extra, so I don’t want a piece damaged in transit.
By eleven I am finished and head over to The Pines.
Over the last few weeks, my visits have been mixed. Grandad has settled down. He recognises me and knows who I am again, but an intrinsic part of him isn’t there anymore. He’s had some tests at the hospital, and they believe he had a mini stroke which may have accounted for the sudden change.
Having Natasha to talk to and understand is a huge help. What I had originally wanted to do for her, she’s spun on its head and offered me the support I had wanted to show her.
“Hi, Grandad.” I find him in the social room talking with Agatha. They have become friends and often chat together.
“Hi, Aiden.”
“Hello, Aiden.” Both greet me as I pull up a chair. I let them finish their conversation, happy to listen in.
“Where’s your girlfriend, today?” Grandad turns to me and asks, a little gruffly.
“Natasha? She’s not here yet. I’m sure she’ll come and say hi, though.”
“Natasha’s a lovely name. My daughter is called Natasha.” Agatha says.
“That’s who he’s talking about, Agie.”
“My Natasha? No. She’s only a girl. She’s sixteen. Much too young for you… um, sorry. I keep forgetting your name.” She looks at me expectantly.
“Aiden, Agie.”
“Hello, Aiden.”
I’m pleased Natasha isn’t here. Agie’s short term memory often tripped her up. It is fortunate Natasha doesn’t visit too often or she’d see more of the decline in her mum.
After spending a couple of hours at The Pines, I head home. I fight with the elevator door and finally win, slamming it closed. I fix myself a sandwich and grab my laptop. I open a new window and google Solace, Bath. I scroll down the entries until I see something that would fit with Natasha’s description. I click and open the website.
A sleek, clean page loads with a picture of an old mansion with ivy growing up the sides. I can’t find any navigation at the top, so I scroll down.
The words ‘The world of Solace’ are written in elegant lettering below the screen wide image of the property. A telephone number is the only other information on the page. I scroll back up and notice a key symbol in the top left corner. I click, and a box asking for a username and password pops up. A dead end.
I’d hoped to gain slightly more information about this place other than the very limited glimpse of the building. There is little question I’ll go with Natasha. She’s proven time and time again that I’m happy to do anything she asks.
I want to please her. It’s a compulsion that I need to follow. Some of the things she’d told me to do would have never crossed my mind. It’s as if she has bewitched me. I don’t doubt her and trust her implicitly, as she often turns what could only be described as torture into something erotic and appealing. Of course, it only works when she’s the one holding the power. She’s opened my eyes and blown my mind. Natasha is a temptress I trust more than anyone.
I need to keep an open mind. It’s important to Natasha, and that should be enough. She’d be there.
“Congratulation are in order I here.” I address Luc as he answers the phone.
“Thank you, Natasha. Good news travels fast.”
“You and Jess getting engaged is more than good news.”
“Well, we’d love for you to join us in celebrating. We’re having dinner and drinks at Solace before we go downstairs. Next Saturday if you’re free.”
The timing would present a perfect opportunity for Aiden, but I bite back my initial excitement and hesitate for good reason. Once I cross this line, there would be no going back.
“Maybe I could join you in a drink? What sort of time?”
“You’re welcome to join us for however long you like. We should be ready for toasts around ten.”
“Okay, then. Please pass on my best to Jess. And I look forward to seeing you both soon.”
“You, too, Natasha. Solace isn’t the same without you. We’ve missed you. Your flogging hand must be getting itchy.”
“Something like that.”
“Okay. I won’t pry further. Hopefully, see you Saturday.”
I hang up and go back to my coffee. It makes sense to attend. Aiden would never truly know what it’s like to be submissive until I introduce Solace to him. Luc brought a newbie in. So did Seb. It wasn’t a big stigma about it with them, yet for me, I can’t even entertain the idea of being questioned. Aiden is my secret until I introduce him to my friends. I’d mocked both Seb and Luc and lectured them on their behaviour with their submissives. Now I’m in the same position, and I don’t like the way it’s making me insecure. I’m never insecure. Scenarios run through my head and play the outcomes if I choose to go. And then if I choose not to. It’s infuriating.
My internal battle wages for the rest of the morning. I finish my coffee and make another one to take with me to The Pines. After, I’d go to the gym and expend some of this restless energy that has accumulated in my limbs from worrying over the right course of action to take.
By Saturday morning I still haven’t made up my mind. Frustrating and annoying, it soured my mood all week. I was sharp with a client who disagreed with my valuation. I told them they were free to take it to someone else, but they’d risk missing out on the specialist buyers we have on the books. Normally, I treat my clients with the upmost respect and courtesy. Snapping at them sparked layers of frustration to accumulate. I know the cause. Aiden is the reason.
I have until this evening to make a final decision. He would be arriving at my home at 7:00 p.m. The early start gives me time to take him and show him around Solace before the place begins to fill up. We’d be able to toast Luc and Jess as well. It is the most obvious plan, yet it sets a kaleidoscope of butterflies loose in my stomach.
It’s a no-return evening. We are having fun right now, and it’s gone further than I had originally planned. But in my mind, bringing a partner to Solace is a huge step. I’ve never done this before, and the significance weighs in my heart. I refuse to acknowledge the slice of dread at the thought of pushing Aiden away.
“Man up, Natasha.” If I look back at myself over the last few weeks, I struggle to recognise myself.
I go upstairs and fling open my wardrobe. I rummage through and pull out my favourite leather trousers and leather and lace bustier. It’s a killer combination and makes me feel sexy and powerful. I team it with heels. As I won’t be doing a scene, I don’t need to worry about my comfort or stability in my footwear. I head to finish my make-up. Smokey grey shadow makes my eyes look paler, a haunting combination against my pale skin. And there’s only one choice for my lips—a dramatic red that oozed sex. Now, I just had to wait for Aiden.
He’s seen part of my Solace wardrobe, but I have a feeling he’ll appreciate the full outfit. He arrives on time and, as expected, gawks as I open the door.
“Can I help you with something?” I widen the door and lean into it, making sure he has a good view.
“No, um, nothing… just, wow!”
“All right then.” My breasts, now accentuated all the more with the boning of the corset, are the focus of his lustful eyes. “Shall we go?” I dip my head and try to catch Aiden’s attention.
“Sorry, what?” He looks a little embarrassed, but I can’t find it in me to be upset. His reaction is the best kind.
“Shall we go?” I repeat, this time with Aiden’s eyes firmly on mine.
“Sure. Would you like me to drive?”
“No. We can take my car. It will give you some more time to take your fill of my cleavage.” I look at him and raise an eyebrow. His cheeks tinge pink, but he gives me his trademark dimple as well.
The journey takes the longest it’s ever taken for me to travel to Solace. There’s no traffic, but time seems to be going a
t its own pace. Aiden’s nerves are visible, despite him making the best attempt to hide them. My heart wants to settle and reassure him that everything will be fine. But slipping into my outfit was like putting on a uniform. It helped to sharpen some of my harder edges.
“Just to set your mind from worry, we won’t be doing anything today. I’ll just be showing you Solace. Talk you through it as we walk around. No playing. And then I might introduce you to some of my friends.”
“Might? All right, then.” His tone is clipped.
“You may not like Solace. And that’s fine. I’d appreciate your honest reaction.”
“So, your friends are part of Solace? Like a package deal? I like one, I get the other?”
He’s calling me out, and it makes me wonder what I’d really do if he doesn’t like Solace. Would I end things with him? I don’t let the thought sour my previously good mood.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound like that.”
We’re silent for the rest of the journey, and I fight my instinct to reach out and take Aiden’s hand.
We arrive, and I’m pleased to see that the car park is nearly empty. I choose a spot and escort Aiden to the front door. Giles greets us. “Good evening, Miss Natasha.”
“Evening. This is Aiden. He’ll be my guest for the night.”
He nods and opens the door wider, giving Aiden his first glimpse at my second home. I walk on in, but pause and grasp Aiden’s hand in mine. I lace our fingers together before striding off. Aiden has no choice but to follow. My heels ring out against the marble floor as I make a beeline to the playroom and avoid the nooks and bars on this level. My pace ensures Aiden keeps about a pace behind, and I slow a fraction to stop myself from pulling him along. I need to remember that he’s never been here, and he doesn’t need to rush through the opulence of the lobby area.
I haven’t talked to him about the finer points of a Domme/submissive relationship and what I’d expect of him if we agree to commit further to this relationship. He is still finding his own nature, but I like the power that invigorates every cell of my body, knowing Aiden is here with me.
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