Finally More: The Evermore Series Book 5

by De Lune, Rachel

  “No plans for tonight. Tomorrow is my day though.”

  “Great, tonight, you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours every night, Natasha. Hopefully, you’ll realise that by the time we get home. Come on, you must be wanting a caffeine hit about now.”

  He is right. And not just about the coffee. He pulls me into him, and we head out into the city, the tension eased.

  We meander around toward the castle, and Aiden keeps his hand wrapped around mine.

  “I’d love to go and see the Scottish National Gallery. It’s just around from here.”

  “Sure, but isn’t it getting a little late?”

  “We won’t be there long.” He doesn’t offer room for any protest.

  It’s a nice side of Aiden, and I remember that he won’t submit to me about everything.

  Aiden leads me through the rooms of paintings, stopping to assess several. The paintings are nice enough, but none hold my attention for long. Our progression stops in front of a painting of a dark-haired woman lounging in a high-backed chair. She has a look of superiority about her like she knows her own worth, and she’s daring someone to challenge her. I like the piece, and I like her.

  “This is Lady Agnew of Lochnaw, painted by John Singer Sargent. She reminds me of you.” Aiden turns to me and offers a shy smile like he’s hiding something he’s not yet ready to reveal. He looks back to the painting but runs his thumb over my knuckles.

  “I quite like Lady Agnew. It’s the only piece that’s caught my attention.”

  “It’s my favourite, too. I’m glad you like it. This is what I wanted to see.”

  I let him take in the artwork. His brows knit together, and he nibbles at the corner of his bottom lip.

  “What are you thinking?” It is so clear Aiden is studying the piece. I hadn’t thought of him as the artistic sort, but this is the second time he’s made me think this of him.

  We don’t know a lot about each other. Exploring more than his sexual preference hasn’t been on the agenda until now. At some point the goals have shifted.

  “Just taking it in. Come on. It will be closing soon. Are you hungry?”

  “Sure. Let’s go and eat.” The evening is closing in, and I only have tonight before I give myself up to Aiden. I want to make every minute count.

  All through dinner I want to be back in the hotel with Aiden. The vampire glove and my plans for this evening burn through my mind. I am eager to have Aiden under my total control and test another of his boundaries.

  Aiden is playing the romantic, or at least what I interpret as romantic. He held my hand as we found our way through the streets, he pulled my chair out for me when we found a cosy looking Italian restaurant. It was all very… sweet. And not something familiar to me. It is novel, along with everything else with Aiden. Most of our experiences together appear to forge a new path for us, each of us only sure of half the steps.

  I’d never had a relationship where D/s wasn’t the central point. And although Aiden is submissive in the bedroom, he doesn’t fully grasp what it means to be submissive. It isn’t a part of him like being Dominant is for me. But despite that, he’s becoming more and more the partner I didn’t know I needed.

  “We need to hurry back to the hotel.”

  “Eager to get your hands on me?”

  “Something like that.” Aiden’s playfulness is back, to my relief.

  We leave and make a quick return to the hotel. As soon as the door shuts, I lock us inside. Aiden walks to the bed, but I keep the door to my back. I let the energy flowing through my body build my adrenalin and straighten my stance.

  When I step into Solace, I take on an aura of strength, a layer of protection that’s invisible to everyone but me. I know many people—submissives and Dominants—who feel the same. It is the alchemy of security, lust, and luxury that’s as addictive as a class A drug.

  I’ve experienced this in the past with a sub in my bedroom, but especially with Aiden.

  He turns to me and waits. His eyes are soft, his posture relaxed, but the bulge in his jeans tells me the right part of him isn’t. He can sense the shift, the subtleties, that saturate the atmosphere between us, and he now knows what that means. I’m in charge and to wait for my command.

  I push off the door and pace toward him. My eyes settle on the jumping pulse in his neck, betraying how his body really is responding.

  I let the tips of my fingers trail over his shirt and down to the buttons. I slip them free and move all the way to the waist band of his jeans. Aiden’s body is a work of art, sculpted and toned in all the right places. I could look at him all night.

  “Take your jeans and boxers off, place a pillow at the foot of the bed, and kneel on it.”

  While Aiden obeys, I change out of my clothes and slip into a red satin bustier and matching lace shorts, leaving my feet bare.

  Aiden’s eyes bore into me the minute I turn to him. He’s kneeling with a straight back and looking at me with hot hungery eyes. His expression heats my blood and sets an ache pulsing at the apex of my thighs.

  His face is serious, but his eyes are becoming easier to read. He wants to touch me. He wants to please me. But he knows he can’t. Not without permission. His internal struggle plays out in the depths of his truly beautiful eyes.

  I begin to run my hands over his skin, bringing all his nerve endings to life. His back is warm and smooth, and I continue to caress the hard plane of muscle on either side of his spine. Goosebumps speckle his skin in the wake of my touch.

  I press my palm into the centre of his back and push him forward. He leans his chest into the mattress and stretches his arms out in front of him, giving me uninterrupted access to his back, arse, and the top of his thighs. I straddle his legs, kneel, and begin to plant kisses over his back. My stomach rubs against his arse as I bend to make sure I cover as much of his back as possible. My teeth nip at his skin, and I lick the pain from the harsher bites away.

  I stand and go and grab a blindfold from the case. It’s not something we’ve played with before, but I want Aiden to enjoy the glove for the pain and pleasure it can bring, rather than fear it when he sees it.

  “I want you to experience every sensation tonight, only heightened. You’ll have to rely on touch rather than your sight. Okay with that?”

  “Yes, Miss Natasha.”

  I tie the silk around his head and trail my finger nails down his spine. “Comfortable?”

  “Yes, or rather the blindfold is fine.”

  I check Aiden, and he looks uncomfortable. My hand wraps around his waist, and I find why he’s not comfortable. His cock is squashed against the base of the bed. “Okay, I can’t have you in this position. Shift backwards and brace yourself against the edge of the bed with your hands. That should give your cock enough room.”

  Aiden does as I instruct.

  I retrieve the vampire glove and the oil from the bag and set them on the bed. “Remember, anything you’re not sure of, you know how to stop it.”

  “Yes. Red. But I won’t.” I haven’t pushed Aiden enough to know if he’ll use his safeword, so I tuck that information away and ensure to check myself.

  The smoky edge to his voice has the sexy tell I love to hear. He’s turned on and waiting… certainly a predicament for a submissive.

  I place my pillow to the side of Aiden and kneel. My palms warm against his skin, and I curve his backside and give it a little tap. Barely enough to warrant the tiny jolt from Aiden. I do it again, a little harder this time and get a muffled grunt from behind closed lips. My hand connects another few times, each getting harder, moving to cover a different cheek and slightly different position. His cock bobs, the head straining and engorged.

  “Did you enjoy that little tease?”

  “Tease? If you mean the spanking… yes.” Aiden breaths around the words, and I watch as his back expands and contracts as he tries to draw enough oxygen into his lungs to calm his heart.

  Aiden isn’t averse to a spanking. I fi
le that information away for later. Tonight isn’t about that.

  “Good. Keep taking deep breaths.”

  I open the oil and set it on the floor next to me and put my right hand inside the glove. The leather is supple, but the metal tacs on the fingers and palm are anything but. They won’t pierce the skin, but will certainly give a bite if I wish.

  I reach for his cock and wrap the hard length with my fingers and hold him. My other hand touches the top of his shoulder, as light as a feather, barely resting on him. I slide it down his back—not adding to the pressure—all the way to the curve of his arse. I climb my fingers back up as if my hand were a spider crawling up his skin. His cock pulses in my hand as I increase the pressure a fraction. I mirror my path but press my fingers into his skin so he feels the sharpness. Each descent of his back builds until I can see a faint red line following the path of my hand. I draw patterns on his back, twisting and turning and covering the top of his arse. I venture lower and lower and score the skin on his backside.

  He flinches, and the hiss of air through his teeth is delicious. I pump his cock in my palm to counteract the pain. He’s hard as steel and smooth as silk and pre-cum oozes from the head.

  I lightly pinch and caress his flesh and watch as sweat breaks out at the nape of his neck. Light moans punctuate my strokes, growing deeper and louder.

  “Where are you, Aiden?”

  “I’m good. It’s… confusing. It hurts, but it doesn’t, and I’m so fucking turned on.”

  “I like that, and I’m so pleased you feel that.”

  “Will you let me come?”

  “I will let you come when I decide. Understand?”

  “Yes, Miss Natasha.” The contentment I’d been feeling more and more pushes into my chest again. I ignore it and concentrate on the maze of red scribbles across Aiden’s back. I squeeze his cock and pump it a few times. His head falls forward, and ropes of muscle and tendons pop in his forearms as his body fights against his want to climax.

  I take my hand away and carefully coat it in the oil. It’s immediately warm and starts to tingle in my palm. The hand with the glove rests on his backside while the oiled hand slides along his cock.

  “Oh, God, Natasha… what…” My hand slides along his shaft, coating him in the sensual oil. “Fuck!”

  “Easy, I want you to feel every sensation in your body. And I want you to fight it for me because that’s my wish. Can you do that?”

  “Urghh…” Aiden fists the covers as his entire body goes tight. My hand with the glove slides down to play with his balls, adding a bite of pain to the mix. I let go of his cock, knowing that the sensations will continue to drive him to orgasm.

  “Natasha?”

  “What do you call me?” I squeeze his balls a fraction. His groan echoes in the room and brings a rush of arousal to my pussy.

  “Miss Natasha.”

  “Very good. You may come.”

  “Yes! Fuck, yes!” I watch as his entire body shudders through his climax, his cock thick and heavy as it spurts his seed all over the covers. His hips thrusting forward as he orgasms hard. My palm wraps around his balls and squeezes. “Shit… oh, fuck, yeah.” Aiden continues to come, his body jerky and uncoordinated.

  His arms, now shaking, collapse, and he falls over the edge of the bed, covering his chest in his come. I remove the glove, grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom, and wipe away the traces of oil from his cock.

  My fingers set to work on releasing his blindfold, and I push his hair from his face. I want to see his eyes and read his mood. It was an intense session that pushed him way past the pain I’d previously administered.

  Aiden’s half asleep, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Fucking hell, what are you doing to me.” He talks into the mattress, and I can only just make it out.

  “Welcome to my world, baby. You enjoyed that pain, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah. Didn’t think I’d ever like someone putting pins or whatever against my balls. Seems you really do hold the power over me.”

  “Come on. We need to get you cleaned up.” I pull at his arm and help him stand. I wipe the come from his abdomen and clean the worse off the covers.

  “I didn’t get to tell you how delicious you look. Red suits you. It’s your colour.”

  “Well, I’ll make sure to wear it more often.” I smile at him, unable to contain the simple feeling of joy from within me. “Now, bed.”

  Aiden all but falls onto the bed, and I lie down next to him, stroking his hair and neck. It’s soothing. A comfort.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Fucking exhausted. That was…”

  “Intense?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You certainly enjoyed it.” A worrying pause makes me wonder if Aiden has fallen asleep.

  “I’m glad you blindfolded me. I wouldn’t have volunteered for that. And what’s with the stuff you put on my dick? It wasn’t enough you torture me, you make me come involuntarily with those oils?”

  “You enjoyed it, and I didn’t think you’d object. You had your safeword.”

  “Yes. But I didn’t want to come like that. I’d like more sex with the BDSM stuff.”

  “BDSM isn’t about sex.”

  “I know, but I want it to be about sex with us. I fucking want you every minute of the day. You make me come like a train, and all I want to do is have you sit on my hips and fuck me until you come. Sure, I get off on you telling me what to do, but it’s more than that for me.”

  I think about his request. Aiden doesn’t separate the two. Sex with him is fantastic. My pussy clenches at the thought of riding him until I climax.

  He pulls me to him and tucks me under his arm. His body is like a furnace, and I press my body in closer.

  “Night, Natasha.”

  “Goodnight, Aiden.”

  “We’re going to the zoo?” The surprise is crystal clear in my voice. Of all the things we could be doing, visiting animals wasn’t what I had planned.

  “I wanted us to have a normal date.”

  “The zoo?” I ask again, still struggling to see what’s normal about the zoo. Surely it’s for kids and families.

  “Lighten up. Come on.” Aiden takes hold of my hand and pulls me into the entrance. We wait in line, and all the time, Aiden has his hand wrapped in mine. I pretend to ignore the interested looks from a group of young girls behind us. I would have said they were close to Aiden’s age if not for the whispered giggles they couldn’t conceal. I bite my tongue when I hear them gossip about my age compared to Aiden’s.

  “Easy, baby.” Aiden puts his arm around my waist, locking me against him.

  “I’m not going to do anything.”

  “I know. I’m just making sure. Besides, it’s best you start getting used to ignoring the comments.”

  “And why’s that?”

  “Because we’re going to get them when we go out.”

  “You’re just giving me reasons against going on a normal date.” My mood has taken a drastic dive since last night.

  Aiden pays the assistant, and we head on into the zoo.

  “Just relax. You’re beautiful.”

  “And you’re fifteen years younger than me.”

  “Let’s not fight. I don’t care about your age. I’m ridiculously attracted to you. Come on. I want to see the pandas.”

  I let Aiden pull me down the path toward the panda enclosure while I’m lost in my own head. This… relationship is gathering pace far beyond what I’d ever imagined.

  What started as a new and exciting way to explore the dynamic of D/s is now much bigger. My heart is involved. I hadn’t had a relationship that existed outside my world as a Domme since university. Now Aiden was taking me on dates.

  Worse, I found myself wanting him to hold my hand. He’d become precious to me. Special.

  Age didn’t matter in my world. Or at least it never had in the past. My mind jumps ahead to two, five, ten years. Would Aiden and I even have a futu
re? I’d never wanted a family of my own. Did Aiden?

  We stand in front of the glass and watch the black and white bears do nothing.

  “They must do coffee here.” I venture, wanting the caffeine hit to settle my nerves.

  “Hey? What’s up? We just got here.”

  “I know, but there’s plenty to see. And I’ll be in a much better mood with coffee. And you know that.” I was being a bitch.

  “Fair enough. Coffee.”

  We visit the penguins, koalas, and monkeys, happy to stroll around the hilly park.

  “Okay. As dates go, this is shit. You’ve got something on your mind. Time to share.” Aiden calls me on my quiet demeanour.

  “Fine. I’m sorry. The girls in the queue just got me thinking, that’s all.”

  “About our age difference.”

  “Yes.”

  “And why would you listen to what a bunch of girls have to say.”

  “It just got me thinking. About us.”

  “So, you admit there’s an us?”

  “Well, yes. The definition of what us means may need some work though.”

  “Do you want to know what it means to me?”

  My chest tightens as I try and take another breath. I both want to know and didn’t in equal measure.

  “Go on.”

  “It means that I have feelings for you. That I trust you and want to spend my time with you. I want you to see me as more than just someone to have fun with. Because this, us, is a lot more than just fucking for me. And I think it is for you, too.” He slips his arm around my shoulder and steers me along the path up the slope toward the big cat area.

  His explanation is simple but also spot on. Being honest, I have feelings for Aiden. He’s evoked emotions within me that I’ve never found before. It goes beyond the realm of what I’d expect at Solace. And Aiden is such a wonderful sexual submissive I could easily get lost in the possibilities we have in front of us. Each interaction draws him closer to me, binds him to me with invisible stings around my heart.

  I forget the questions about our future for the rest of the day and give Aiden the attention he deserves.