Aiden’s eyes roam my face, searching to see if there’s anything more. “You love me?” His question is flat, lacking the emotion I’d hope that statement would evoke.
“Yes, I love you. That’s why I want to give this a try. But we need to work out some ground rules, look at the boundaries we’ll require.”
“Like?”
“You’re brand new to D/s. We need to see how much of that you want in your life. I’ve been easy on you regarding play time. We’ve set our own loose schedule of sorts. When we’re a couple, properly, that might change. This will be as new to me as it will be for you. My partners have always been… temporary.”
“I don’t want anything about us to be temporary.” The heat behind his stare is incendiary.
“I’ll want you to come to Solace with me. I don’t want any doubt that you’re mine.”
He smiles, looking like the Aiden I first met. “Sounds like a brilliant plan.”
“Okay. Time for talking is over.” I stand and pull him after me. I need to get Aiden alone and ensure he can feel how very serious I am about Dominating him. For now, we know where we stand.
We enter the room where all of this began.
Exhilaration slides into passion, and the intensity of our connection seethes beneath the surface.
As much as I want Aiden’s hands on my body, I can’t mess this up. It’s too important. I want to show him both my love and my Dominance tonight. The balance isn’t something I needed to worry about in the past. But tonight feels pivotal, like it will help to shape the rest of our future.
I want to begin learning how love and power can go together. Sexually, we’d already established some boundaries, but everything else is a blur. It’s new, and I don’t want to screw it up.
“So, my brilliant plan. Ready for me to take the lead again?”
“Absolutely. As long as I get to put my hands on you.”
“Oh no. It won’t work that way. You do as I say in the bedroom. When we’re playing, my word is law. No exceptions. You have your safe word.”
“And when we’re out of the bedroom?”
“That’s up for negotiation.” I slide my palms up his pecs and over his shoulders, “but don’t expect too many concessions.”
I press my chest against his and reach up to kiss him. Our lips mesh, and he opens to me as I kiss him deeply. The faintest tremor in Aiden’s hands as they circle my waist to pull me in closer slays my heart. I might not have wanted to admit this man could be the one, but at every step of the way he called to me on such a soulful level, I can neither ignore it or deny it.
“I’m going to spend every moment of every day leaning how to please you and ensure you never question us again.” Aiden’s voice rumbles against my throat as he kisses down my neck.
“After I’m done with you. I have a plan for you this evening.”
“Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” I tilt his chin up and steal another kiss. I forget about the future and concentrate on here and now. All I know is the soft slide of Aiden’s tongue as he licks my bottom lip and the hardness of his erection as I pull our bodies even closer so there is nothing between us.
My fingers skim down his torso and pull the t-shirt from his jeans. I push it up over his muscular chest. We break the kiss, and Aiden helps to pull the material clear, dumping it on the floor.
“You may kiss me and touch me as much as you like until all of your clothes are off. When you submit to me tonight, there won’t be toys, or props or anything else to keep you in place. It will be your choice to submit and do as I ask. Understand?”
“Yes, Miss Natasha.”
“Your submission means a great deal to me. Understand that I will honour it, and you.”
“I know.” His hand twists into my hair while the other trails down my back, anchoring me to him.
We get lost in our kiss, satisfying our hunger with a promise of what’s to come.
Aiden’s hands don’t stay still for long, and he takes advantage of the rule I gave him. He palms my breast through the fabric of my dress, as his thumb strokes the skin on display. His other hand dips lower and under my skirt, pulling up the hem until he can squeeze the curve of my arse.
It’s all foreplay. And every single touch strengthens our bond. This personal connection was lacking in my previous partners. With everyone else, it was more of a transaction. Dominance for submission and fulfilling an empty part of ourselves that couldn’t be soothed any other way.
That longing, the thrill, and pleasure are all magnified with Aiden, because my heart is part of his now.
I move my hands down toward the belt on his jeans. He pulls me in tighter, hindering my quest. His hands spread over my skin like he’s trying to touch my every cell before I chain him up with words.
My fingers finally unbuckle his belt, and I go to work on his jeans, slowly popping the button. His cock strains against the fabric, hindering the slide of the zip, but Aiden’s slight sigh tells me at least one part of his body is happy to be free. I push the denim down his legs.
“Step out and strip your boots, socks, and boxers off.” I’d normally watch all his glorious body bared for me. But I need to set the room. I told Aiden I didn’t want props or toys, and I meant that. I want his submission tonight to be about his will and desire.
I toss the pillows from the bed on the floor at the foot of the bed, where I want Aiden to kneel. I ensure they’ll make a comfortable position for him and then sit on the bed facing him.
“When we’re in the bedroom, what I want from you—the level of obedience—is at it’s highest. I want you to trust that I know what we both need and will deliver that for both of us. You have your safe word that I will always respect, but pleading, begging or trying to talk me around will only excite me. That’s the same if you’re tied up to a cross, bound in rope, cuffed, or simply kneeling for me. When we’re out of the bedroom, the obedience I’m seeking will lessen. It will be more of a consensual understanding that I’ll do what is best of the both of us and our relationship. I don’t want a total power exchange all the time.”
He looks at me with hungry eyes that only make this part harder on me.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes. I adore you, and I have no intention of challenging you here.”
“But I don’t want to rule your life. Understand?”
“Honestly, the dynamics of all of this are still new to me. I can say I understand, but that isn’t a complete truth. The only truth I know is that I love you. And you love me. If you see me as equal in this relationship, I’m happy.” His lips spread into a sexy grin, but with him standing before me completely naked as well, he’s just raised the stakes.
“Very well.” My smile is automatic. “Kneel on the pillows. Keep your back straight, thighs slightly apart, and grasp your hands behind your back.”
Aiden drops to the floor and sets himself in the position. I glance at the clock and note the time. It’s an easy position, but I don’t want him to grow uncomfortable. He would not experience pain in this scene.
“Keep your eyes on me. You may talk or ask questions. But you can’t move from this position until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Miss Natasha.”
Those words from Aiden send shivers dancing down my spine. Nerves mix in my stomach for a moment, before I stand and pace around him, circling him twice. I feed off the energy in the room, feeling more and more in control.
As I return to the foot of the bed, I look down at Aiden and reach for the zip of my dress. My fingers peel it down, allowing the straps to drop from their position. I help it along the way as it slips down my thighs. I’m left wearing black stilettos and a red lace thong.
Aiden’s eyes roam my body, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. My pussy is wet with expectancy.
I step back and sit on the edge of the bed. My knees widen to make sure Aiden has a clear view of my pussy. I lean back
on one arm and let my other wander down my body from my shoulder to the edge of lace.
The deep exhale from Aiden speaks volumes in the silence of the room. My fingers continue their exploration, travelling the tips of my breasts, taking the pebbled nipples and tweaking and pulling. Each increase of pressure has my pussy pulsing in need. I leave my breasts and push my hand under the lace.
“Will you take them off? I want to watch.”
Good. Aiden wasn’t scared to ask, even though he’d have no say or control of the answer.
“As you wish.” My thumbs hook under the side elastic, and I shimmy out of the material. I pick the thong up and decide to have some fun. “I know I said no toys or props, but I doubt you’ll object to this.” I wrap the lace around his wrists. “They might be a little damp.”
He hangs his head for a moment until my heels come back into view.
“Is this better for you?” I spread my legs wide and resume my slow tease.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“I’m going to make myself come quickly. You’re going to watch, and I’m going to watch your cock grow hard as steel and weep in frustration.”
“Yes,” he moans.
“And you won’t move.”
“Not an inch.” He licks his lips, his eyes centred on his prize.
My finger dips between my lips and over my swollen clit. A thousand nerves pop to life, racing over my body as I slowly rub over and around the nub. I push my finger inside my snug entrance, causing another rush of heat over my body.
I keep my eyes on Aiden and watch the muscles of his body slowly grow and bunch in tension. His arms stay behind him, and he looks ahead.
My pussy relaxes further, and I slide my finger in and out in long pulls before returning my attention to my clit. I want this to be fast and not drawn out. With every stroke, my own muscles tense as pleasure spirals out around my body. I inch my legs wider, and rub frantically for a few seconds, sparking my climax and a bolt of lust.
“Fuck, that’s hot. You’re so sexy.”
His cock juts up, and I see a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip.
I take a moment and then withdraw my hand, stand, and walk over to him. I offer my hand, and he opens. He swirls my fingers around his mouth and closes his eyes as he savours my taste. I pull my fingers back but trace my fingertip along his bottom lip.
Aiden’s skin glows as I assess him. He looks comfortable. The tension that was evident in his muscles has now gone. All except his cock. I kneel next to him and shift, so I’m to his side.
“I think you might need some attention here.” I wrap my fingers around his shaft and gently squeeze.
“Arrr…” Aiden breathes.
I increase my grip and stroke him back and forth in long, measured movements. He’s as hard as steel and soft as velvet at the same time.
“Natasha, I’m not going to last long if you carry on like this.”
“You’ll last as long as I tell you to. You trust me, don’t you.”
“Yes,” he huffs.
“Then relax and enjoy.”
His jaw squares, and he fidgets his position but doesn’t complain further. I hold his cock and feel the throb of his pulse along the vein. I bring my other hand around him and cup his balls, tightening my grip on him. I study his face and see spots of sweat appear around his temple.
I pump him in my hand and pause. “What would you like to do more than anything?”
“Come. I want you to let me come.” He keeps his jaw tight as he answers.
“Really? That’s what you’d like to do more than anything?” I smack his arse with three quick slaps.
“Try again.”
“Sorry, Miss Natasha. I do want to come, but I want to fuck you as hard and fast as I can until I come as well.”
“That’s better.”
“And what’s stopping you from doing just that? I’m naked. My pussy is nice and wet…”
“God, please…”
“And you’re not tied down.”
“You. You’re stopping me.”
“How?” I gaze at him, desperate to reward him.
“You instructed me not to move. I know I want to please you and do what I’m told pleases you. God, I’d walk over hot coals if it made you happy.”
“You make me very happy.”
“I’m worried I may hurt you when you finally let me go.”
“You won’t. I like hard sex. I like knowing that it’s your submission that stopped all that masculine power from overpowering me. It’s a thrill that has me hot and wet for you Aiden. You’d be able to fuck my pussy so easily.”
“Please, stop pumping if you’re going to talk dirty to me. I want to jack off and then fuck you until I can’t see straight.” Aiden’s chest sags as he fights against his body.
I don’t answer his plea, but I slow my strokes.
“If you make me come in your hand, I’ll be hard again in a minute. Nothing is going to satisfy until I get inside you.”
“Do I need to remind you?” I grab his chin and make sure he’s looking at me.
“No. God, no. I’m yours. For whatever you wish, inside here, and inside my heart. You just make it fucking impossible to think of anything except fucking you when you’re like this.”
“I don’t want you to come. I want to feel your passion and the level of your restraint when I finally let you lose.”
I bend down and swirl the head of his cock with my tongue.
“Christ, please,” his voice is deep and gravelled with lust. The strain is as sharp as a knife edge. It’s beautiful, and I can see with every part of his body how he won’t break just to get to me. He’ll hold his stance and wait for me to allow him loose on me when I deem it the right time.
It’s a heady sight.
Sweat now covers his brow, his body gleaming as moisture coats his skin.
I stop teasing, completely satisfied except for one part. I stand up in front of the bed and kick my heels off.
“Look at me Aiden.” He tips his head, and instead of the pleading look in his eyes, there’s pure passion waiting to be unleashed. My pussy clenches in response. “Let go.”
Before I can blink, he’s off the floor and slams his body against mine, knocking me back onto the bed. He follows me down, kissing my lips as if his very life came from them. His momentum pushes us up the bed, and I widen my legs to give him space.
His kisses are raw and hard, and he captures me at my waist, pulling me in closer. He grabs the base of his cock, nestled between my thighs, and he thrusts into me.
His moan is one of sheer relief. And sexy as hell. He doesn’t wait before he begins pounding into me. He’s wild and fierce and filled with passion. It’s overwhelming.
My body tenses with every stroke, waiting for him to spark my orgasm and push me over the edge into bliss. Our skin slides against one another, as Aiden chases his climax.
Every move of his body, every kiss, every bite seeps into my soul, telling me how much this man loves me. I could have used rope. I could have bound and gagged him and flogged his back. But I’ve done that. I’ve shown him that side of my world. His submission and his devotion to me and what it feels like to be on the receiving end are just for us.
I wrap my legs around his waist and let him thrust deeper.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Natasha, yes… Yes.” He grits his teeth, and the chords in his neck pop as he pistons his hips through his orgasm.
The final few strokes hit my sensitive clit and send my muscles coiling before they explode like fireworks.
My shoulder is numb, and my arm aches. I try and move, and as my eyes creep open, I remember. Natasha is lying on my arm, pinning me in my position. We must have spent the whole night like this. The thought brings a smile to my face despite my uncomfortable arm.
I slide my body and arm, trying not to disturb her. I clench my fist, pumping blood back into my neglected limb. Natasha’s hair fans over the pillow, her naked shoulder on display. I comm
it the image to my memory, although now, perhaps I’ll finally get to paint her.
I’ve never known a woman as beautiful. She is a force of nature, and I am the luckiest guy in the world that she thinks of me as hers. The last couple of weeks have been a killer. I knew her grief had clouded much of her judgement, but all the crap with Solace and her age had pissed me off. I meant every word I said to her. She needed to see me as an equal in the relationship. Despite the submission part.
“I can hear you thinking.”
“Really?”
“Hmm. It’s too early. Why are you up.” She turns over and lies on her back, splaying her arms over her head.
“Because my arm is dead. Sorry, I woke you. I wanted to let you sleep.”
“Don’t worry. I forgive you. But don’t you have a job to do now?”
“I’m already on it. Give me five minutes. Do you want it from the hotel or do I need to run out?”
“No, the hotel is fine. They’ll do room service.”
“If I go, it’ll be quicker.”
The smile on her face is all the reward I need. She can make me feel ten feet tall with that smile. Running out for coffee is a small concession, and one that I know will be something I’ll be doing for the rest of our lives. Natasha is an addict.
I grab my t-shirt off the floor and pull on my jeans and head out.
A few of my other muscles ache from last night. I’d need to get to the gym a little more regularly to make sure I can handle anything Natasha plans.
I walk up to the front desk. “Where can I get two coffees please?”
“The dining room is laid up, Sir. If you want to go on through.” The lady behind the desk points the way through to Maddison’s.
I find a waiter and place my order. “Can you make them take-away?”
“Sure. What room?”
“Um, you know, I’m not sure of the number. I’m staying with Natasha Devlin.”
The waiter’s eyes widen a fraction in surprise before he hides his shock.
“Of course. I’ll see to it.” He scurries off, and I have to wonder what has him so surprised.
“One large coffee,” I announce as I return to our room.
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