by Lilly Wilde
“Yes, but—”
“No,” he said, placing a finger to my mouth. “No buts. This is just a little taste of what’s to come.”
“Aiden, wait.”
A sinister smile spread over his lips. “Don’t tell me I’ve frightened you again.”
Did he actually think a novice attempt of reverse psychology would work on me? In a situation such as this? You’d think he’d use his powers of persuasion in a way that was more beguiling. But then again, why would he waste his efforts when he already knew how this would play out? He knew I wouldn’t back down, he knew my body wouldn’t let me. It disobeyed me at every turn, especially when it came to Aiden’s desires. And right now, he wanted me cloaked in the darkness I’d introduced him to. I wanted to say no, but Virginia wasn’t having it. The tight clenches lubricating the walls of my sex were in direct opposition to the anxious thoughts circling in my head.
“I’m not afraid. I want everything you have to give me.”
“What if I want you to be dirtier than you’ve ever been?”
“You know I love it dirty, so why would that be a problem?” I asked.
“Interesting … how quickly you alternated from a resounding no to an unequivocal yes,” he said.
“Does it matter? I’m sure it pleases you,” I said. “Doesn’t it?”
“Very. But I’m the first, right? You’ve never done this with anyone else.”
“No, only for you.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now tell me, what are you willing to do?” he asked.
“I’m not sure I understand your question.”
“What are your limits, Aria?”
Limits? I didn’t know if I had any. This was as new to me as I was hoping it was for him. Where was he going with this, and where had it all come from? I decided it didn’t matter, because this was Aiden, my husband, my protector. “You’ve got me, right?”
“Always.”
“Then I trust you to explore, discover, and push every boundary with me.”
Chapter Eleven
As usual, Aiden had taken me by surprise and totally flipped the script. Exploring my limits … and pushing them. That’s what I’d agreed to, but why had my agreement reflected in Aiden’s eyes that way? His gaze was dark and menacing. And if I were being honest, the talk of limits coupled with the aggression he’d already displayed had me a little worried. A part of me was on fire for him, but the other part was more on edge than I’d ever been.
“Not here,” Aiden said, lifting me into his arms. He went to the side of his desk and pressed a button. The rear wall moved, sliding open to reveal the bedroom we’d yet to use. “Hold this,” he said and passed the purple box to me.
His gaze crawled over my body as he carried me into the room. “As much as I thoroughly enjoy you in this, I’m afraid I’ll have to take it off if I want to access …”
I looked up at him and saw a devilish smile playing about his lips. “Access what?”
“The parts of your anatomy that convinced you to barge into my office.”
“And when you get to those parts, what are you planning to do?” I asked.
“If I tell you, it will ruin the element of surprise. You wouldn’t want that. Would you?” he asked.
“Never.”
“Let’s get you out of this,” Aiden said, setting me on my feet, his fingers sliding beneath the scraps of my barely-there lingerie.
He looked toward the headboard. I followed his gaze. What was he looking for? Not until he pulled the satin ties from the box did I understand. He wanted an anchor, something to which he could bind me.
“We’ll make do with what we have,” he said. “Give me your hands.”
Aiden wrapped the purple material around my wrists and then he laid me on the bed. To secure my arms over my head, he looped the satin around each of the bed posts. He next grabbed my legs and pulled me toward the foot of the bed—as far as the ties on my arms would allow.
He looked down at me and smiled. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, his eyes trailing over my nakedness as he slipped off his tie and removed his shirt. Then reaching into the box, he pulled out the rope. He secured each of my ankles, anchoring each to the foot of the bed. I couldn’t move.
“Perfect,” he said.
He next grabbed two white candles from the box, lit them, and then on the remote, he pressed a button that darkened the room. He returned to the box, this time grabbing a purple candle. Using one of the other candles, he ignited the wick.
“What’s one more candle?” I asked.
He winked at me, his lips curling into a sexy smile. “This isn’t just any candle.”
“What’s so special about it?”
“Maybe we should use this?” Aiden said, placing the candle on the bedside table and taking the purple blindfold from the box. “Put an end to your questions.”
“Wait,” I said.
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked. “We don’t have to do this if you are.”
“Stop saying that. I’m fine.”
Aiden leaned over me and the flickering shadows of the candles disappeared as he slid the blindfold over my eyes.
“Are you ready?” he asked. His fingers coursed a slow trail over my legs.
“I … I don’t know,” I said, my voice small.
“Baby, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
His tone wasn’t as dark as it was before, but I suspected that was because he was trying to reassure me—to entice me into this scenario. “No. I want to. I’m just nervous.”
“You?” he asked.
“Yes. Me,” I said.
“Don’t be. I promise you’ll enjoy every second.”
Everything was quiet. Seconds later, dark, sensuous music filled the room and Aiden was beside me, his fingertip trailing over my breast. He traced soft circles over my nipple, stimulating my body and pushing out the thoughts of the bindings, the blindfold, and the unknown.
But with the disappearance of his touch, my nerves started to get the better of me. What was he doing? Was he standing over me? I lay silently feeling, sensing, and my heart throbbing a thousand beats a minute. This wasn’t the first time I’d allowed Aiden to bind me, so why the nerves? I tried coaxing my thoughts into a calmer place, but it didn’t work. Everything was hypersensitive. I felt everything. I sensed everything. And with the addition of the blindfold, I was immersed deeper into the mystique of the unfamiliar—my breathing faster, my mind racing, my core aching.
“I’m here, princess,” Aiden said. He didn’t rush anything. His hands were on my legs, barely touching me as they coursed a sensual trail to the apex of my thighs. Again, my body started to relax and I pushed my focus toward the music. As I drifted further into the soft beats, a drop of hot wax landed on the curve of my breast. “Oh, shit,” I let out, my teeth biting into my lip.
“Are you okay?” Aiden asked, his fingertips tracing circular patterns over my skin.
I nodded. “Yes, I’m good.” That was partially true. That shit hurt, and I didn’t know if I could … or if I even wanted to keep going.
Before I could make a choice on either side, a second droplet fell to my other breast. “Ahh!” My back arched.
Aiden’s fingertip continued its stroll over my body, following the curve of my waist as another drop of molten liquid fell to my thigh. I stifled a scream, resisting the urge to tell him to stop.
And then one after the other, the red-hot beads fell, drop after drop upon my sensitive skin. I was surrounded by a stream of pants and moans, my wrists pulling against the bindings as my back arched into each droplet. Holy shit. The bites pricked my skin. Sting after burning sting. He was approaching the boundary I didn’t know I had, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I pushed through, embracing each fiery bite. And then, sensing I’d reached my limit, Aiden stopped.
I hadn’t realized how labored my breathing had become until I relaxed and attempted to regulate it.
; “Very good, baby,” Aiden said, the tips of his fingers crawling toward my abused breast. His lips surrounded my nipple, pulling it into his mouth. He siphoned the erect bud, successfully redirecting my attention from the pain the heated bolts left behind.
“Now, let’s make that pussy come again.” He slid the blindfold over my face, lowering it so that it rested around my neck. After removing the bindings, he peeled the candlewax from my skin and coated my body with coconut oil. I watched him, curious as to what had brought this on. He sat on the bed beside me, reached into the box and pulled out the butt plug.
“Turn over,” he said, and guided me onto my stomach.
I waited, my mind still spinning, in awe of every second the night had already presented.
Aiden’s palms moved over my backside, caressing my curves with the coconut oil. “That beautiful round ass is begging to be spanked,” he said, his tone low and ominous.
My insides contracted as I considered his threat. I wanted it. I wanted him to spank me.
“Do it,” I said. “Spank me.”
His hands moved over me, groping and kneading, his fingers lightly touching my sex each time he spread me open. He slapped my ass and the sharp sound echoed across the room.
“Ahh!” I squirmed, not really prepared for him to start off so hard.
“This is what you asked for,” he said, and smacked my behind again.
That one was even harder than the last. I moved up and away from him, but he pulled me back.
“If you keep still, I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, his open palm slapping my cheek a third time, the bite stirring the heat between my legs.
This time I didn’t move, and as promised, he gave me something I relished. His hands moved beneath me, pulling me up so that I was on my knees. He spread me open and his tongue moved over my clit.
Aiden repeated his pattern of stinging my behind, rewarding my pussy and then caressing my curves.
Each reward was met with pleasured moans; each punishment was followed by a whimper. As if someone had pressed repeat, the cycle continued—firm slaps, tearless whimpers, and satisfied moans.
“Did you like that, baby?” he asked, when he’d finished.
“Mmm hmm,” I moaned.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked.
“Are you ready to give me more?” I challenged.
“Always,” he said. “I think I’ll start here.” He slid a finger inside my ass. He was soft—gentler than I expected.
As though reading my thoughts, he asked, “Do you like it when I’m soft?”
Before I could answer, he eased a second finger inside me.
“Ahh. That feels so good. Yes, finger my ass,” I gasped, as he filled me, moving in and out. Slow and deep.
“I have something else I can’t wait to slide in your ass.” He removed his fingers. It was only a second of void before I felt the cool glass of the butt plug taking their place, the tail of it stimulating my perineum as he stroked the plug in and out.
“Oh, Aiden! How does that feel so good?”
With the plug still in my ass, he pushed my legs farther apart. “It would be a shame to neglect this pretty pussy,” he said.
I anticipated his tongue sweeping over my flesh, but my pussy was met with a gentle sting.
“You asked what I did to naughty girls. I’m going to show you,” he said. The tiny piece of leather smacked my swollen lips over and over as his other hand moved the butt plug in and out. It was an erotic high that flooded me with one sensation after another, each so distinctly powerful, fusing together and taking me over the edge. I climaxed—my body quivering as it pulled at everything I had.
Aiden didn’t give me a chance to recover from one act before he introduced another. “I have something else for you … something that wasn’t in the box,” he said.
“Aiden, I don’t know if I can …”
“You’ll want this. Over and over,” he said, and covered my eyes with the blindfold again.
For a moment it was quiet, only the music playing at my mind and then I heard the rustle of something near the door. What was he doing?
“I’m going to lift you,” he said. “It’s going to feel strange at first, but as I said, you’ll enjoy it.”
Oh fuck. What was he up to?
Lifting me from the bed, he placed me on a soft padded seat, which wasn’t soft enough given the pain it spurred because of the spanking. My back was to the door. Aiden grasped my hand, and guided my fingers over a short bar. “Keep a hold of this,” he said. He repeated the same step with my other hand. Then he was at my feet, placing each one in the looped end of a strap, leaving my knees bent and my legs spread far apart.
Oh shit. He was positioning me in a door swing. I was suspended in the air, blindfolded and without means to do anything more than receive whatever he’d planned to give.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“As much as anyone could be, I guess. I mean really, what did you …”
His fingers were moving over my clit, making me forget whatever I was planning to say. The sensations coursing through me were like mega-doses of adrenaline being pumped into my veins. There was a tightening ache inside me, and it was hungry for the aggression I knew was coming.
There was the sound of movement beside me; I figured Aiden was undressing. I attempted to breathe through the anxiety as I waited, my heart stammering against my ribcage. And then his hand was on my breast, cupping it in his hand. Without warning, something tight clamped over my nipple.
“Ahh!” I cried out at the unexpected bite. “Shit!”
“Breathe through it, Aria,” he whispered.
How about you let me place this on your nipple and you breathe through it?
“I’m going to apply a little more pressure,” he said. Once he’d adjusted the clamps, making them nice and snug, they started to vibrate.
My head pressed against the door, my breathing shallow, as his hand moved to my other breast. Seconds later, he’d enclosed my nipple with the other clamp.
“Fuck, Aiden,” I said, my fingers curling tightly over the bars.
He placed his lips on my gaping mouth and pushed his tongue inside, sliding it over mine as his hands moved up my chest. He gave the clamps a gentle tug that prickled my sensitive nipples. I felt it between my legs—it was as though my pussy had its own heartbeat.
Aiden broke our kiss. “Are you okay?”
I swallowed. “Yes, I think so.”
“Good girl,” he said. His hands moved over my thighs and then the head of his cock was poking my sex. Gently, he pushed his long rod inside me, stretching me to accommodate his girth. It felt different. It was if he was deeper than he’d ever been—as if his body had become a part of mine.
He slowly withdrew and gently tugged at the clamps. They bit into my skin as Aiden entered me again.
“Do you like this?” he asked, stirring me further with the erotic nipple play. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes, but it hurts. It’s doing weird things to me. I don’t …”
He moved deeper inside me, muting my words as he increased the frequency of the thrusts.
“Ahh. Yes.” How did he do the things he did to me? He was right. I would want this over and over. He was touching and caressing spots I didn’t know I had. I gripped the bars tighter. “That’s it. Oh, Aiden. Fuck me,” I panted. “Fuck me harder.”
And he did. With long, hard strokes, his dick pounded into my tender core. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his breathing labored.
“Yes. Yes!” I cried.
“Then tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me how good I fuck this pussy.”
The pressure on my nipples was clawing at me. It hurt like hell, but at the same time it was an unexpected mix of pain and pleasure that my body welcomed.
“Say it, Aria. Tell me,” he demanded, as the stabbing blows sent me over the edge.
“Yes. I love the way you fuck my pussy,” I panted, my heart ra
cing. “I’ve never had it this good … ever.”
Aiden started to move faster, hitting the end of me with a deep steady rhythm. I was ready to fall apart, to shatter around him. When he felt my release calling me, he withdrew himself and was beneath me, on his knees. His head was between my legs and he drew in a breath. His hands were gripping my curves, forcefully pulling me toward him.
“You smell so good,” he said, and his tongue washed over my cleft and then it was lost in the folds of my pussy. That’s where he remained until the walls of my sex forced my release to the surface. With the absence of my sight, Aiden’s groans seemed deeper, his touch more erotic, and his tongue—his sinfully wicked tongue—felt like it had finally found its home.
I pressed my head harder against the door. “Oh, my God. What are you doing?”
He didn’t reply, at least not verbally. His tongue pierced my core, fluttering and licking inside me as if feasting on the most decadent of desserts—touching, tasting, and sucking all I had to give. I wanted to grab his head and push it deeper in my cleft, but his face was already flush with my skin—I didn’t think he could even breathe. Not only that, I feared if I loosened my hold on the pull bars, I would shatter around him. I let him keep at it until he’d had his fill.
“That was good, princess,” he said when he finally came up for air. His hands glided over my skin. It was a feather light path from the tip of my toes to the cusp of my thighs.
Looming nearer, he replied, “I think you need one more orgasm.”
I opened my mouth to disagree, but he removed the blindfold and touched his lips to mine, muting my refusal.
He removed the nipple clamps, disentangled me from the straps, and pulled me into his arms, his lips pressed to my neck, sucking.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He placed me on the bed, his body moving over mine.
“My cock already misses being inside your little pussy,” he said.
I was spent. I had no more to give. “Aiden, I can’t. I can’t go anymore.”
“Please, Aria. I’ll make it soft and sweet,” he said, his velvety tone washing over me. “I need more of you.” His tongue snaked across my collarbone and I was done. My body lost the will to refuse.
