He seems to go on forever, licking and tasting, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue until I moan and grasp at his thick, dark hair. His hands on my hips urge me on, pulling me up to him, guiding me to grind against his mouth and ride his tongue as he dips lower and presses it deep into my pussy in long, slow strokes. I can feel the pleasure building, rising toward an inevitable peak within me… But then, to my intense disappointment, Aiden stops.
“I don’t want you to come this way,” he murmurs, before I can ask why he stopped. “I’m afraid an orgasm will intensify your pain.”
I’m disappointed but not surprised. In the time I’ve been with him, Aiden has made holding off my orgasm into an art form. But he was being so sweet and tender I thought—hoped—that this time he would just let me come. “I guess you’re trying to build up my sexual tension again, huh?” I ask flatly.
Aiden gives a low rumble of laughter. “Not at all, darling. There will be a time in the future when I will need you to be at your peak. But for tonight, I simply want to make you well.”
“I was on the way to beingwell,” I point out. “I was really, really close.”
“I know.” His voice has dropped and his eyes are half-lidded with lust. “I could feel your little pussy quivering, could sense you getting ready to come.”
“Then why didn’t you let me?” I demand.
“During orgasm your inner muscles tighten and contract. It’s your body’s effort to draw a male’s seed deep into your womb if you’re making love,” he murmurs. “I didn’t want that tightening to happen without something to counteract the pain.”
“How can you possibly counteract it?” I ask, mystified. He seems much more knowledgeable about the female body than a centuries-old vampire should be. Actually, he’s more knowledgeable and interested than anyman should be. At least in my limited experience.
Aiden looks at me calmly. “I’m going to come in you.”
“What?” I look at him, thoroughly confused now. “But after last night and how angry you were, I didn’t think you were…were ever going to…”
“I’m not going to fuck you.” Aiden looks at me sternly. “I’m simply going to slide my cock into your pussy and fill you with my cum.”
“But…that’s fucking,” I say, feeling my cheeks get hot. “I mean, isn’t it?”
Aiden’s eyes glow silver in the dim bedroom. “Not quite, my darling. Fucking is about motion—the slow grind of my body against yours as I cover you, as I pin you down and take you.” He strokes my cheek, his eyes lingering on my lips. “The helpless spread of your thighs as you open for me,” he continues. “Your soft moans as I thrust deep inside you, filling you completely, hitting bottom inside you, the head of my cock kissing the mouth of your womb with each stroke.” He kisses my cheek softly, speaking in my ear. “The rhythm of my hips as I pump into you and the answering rhythm of yours as you rise to meet me, accepting me into your body, submitting to me completely. That is fucking.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you understand?”
My breath falls out of me in a soft, longing sigh. “Yes,” I whisper at last. “Yes Master.”
“Good,” he murmurs. “Then you’ll understand that when this is over, I’ll still consider you a virgin. And I will not claim your virginity until the right time.”
“All right,” I whisper.
“Excellent.” He kisses my cheek. “Lie on your side, darling and let me fill you with my cum.”
I do as he commands, lying back down on the bed on my side, but I’m still confused.
“Master?” I ask softly as he gets into position behind me, spooning my smaller body with his much larger one. “I still don’t understand. How will, uh, coming in me, make me feel better?”
“My blood isn’t the only thing that carries healing components.” Aiden’s breath is hot on the back of my neck. “When I flood your pussy with my cum, it will ease the tightness caused by your cramps.” His arm wraps around me and his hand slides down between my thighs. “I’m going to be touching you while I’m inside you,” he murmurs. “When you come, I will too. After that, your pain should be gone completely.”
I’m hardly noticing the cramps anymore but I’m not about to protest. I need his hands on me too badly, need the sensation of him filling me, even if he swears we won’t really be making love.
Aiden lifts my leg, baring my pussy for him, and then I feel the blunt head of his cock sliding over my wet slit. “Easy, darling,” he murmurs, caressing my slick inner pussy with his shaft. “I promise I’ll go slowly.”
The long succession of ever-larger phalluses he’s fitted me with during these last few weeks have made me more than ready to receive him. Though I moan out loud as I feel the broad head of his cock pressing gently but inevitably against the entrance to my pussy, it’s a sound of anticipation, not pain.
Aiden seems to understand this, because he doesn’t stop. With a slow, smooth motion, he slips the head inside me, stretching my pussy open at last with his thick cock.
“Very good, darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “Such a good girl to open your pussy and let my cock inside you.”
“Yes Master,” I whisper, pressing my hips back to try to capture more of his thickness. “But could you…shouldn’t you get a little deeper into me?”
“And why should I do that?” Aiden sounds half aroused, half amused.
“Because,” I say, desperately trying to think of a halfway plausible reason to get him deeper inside me. “You…you need to be right up against me, against the end of my, uh, channel to do this right, don’t you?”
“If you mean do I need to bathe the mouth of your womb with my seed, then yes,” he murmurs. “I do. But I won’t touch bottom inside you, Emma. Not this time. Not tonight.”
“I understand,” I whisper in a shaking voice. Because that would be fucking—or close enough to it that he wouldn’t consider me a virgin anymore. But Goddess, I want more of him, want him deeper inside me, filling me up, making me his.
“Slowly then, my darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to touch you while I slide deeper into your pussy. Spread a little wider and let me in.”
“Yes Master,” I whisper again. I widen my stance, lifting my leg to give him better access to my pussy. Offering myself completely for my Master’s penetration.
“Good girl,” he whispers again. I feel him spread the lips of my pussy and then one gentle fingertip is slipping over my swollen clit in a soft, slow, maddening rhythm. At the same time, his thick shaft starts to move, sliding deeper into my cunt, filling me with more of his thickness.
He’s bigger than any of the phalluses or vibrators he’s used on me and I can feel a definite stretching sensation as he slowly enters me. But I love it—love the feeling of being possessed by him, being claimed and owned and filled by my Master.
“Master!” I moan softly as he slips himself inside me. “Oh Master, please!”
“Please what, darling?” he murmurs stopping. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I bite my lips in agitation. “I just…want more of you. I need more.”
“Then I shall give you more.” The rhythm of his finger on my clit speeds up and his thick cock continues its journey inward. “You’re so beautiful, Emma. So tight around me,” he murmurs in my ear as he continues to penetrate me. “I love the feel of you accepting me into your body, opening for me completely.”
I’m moaning steadily now. I can’t help myself. I press back against him, hungry for even more but Aiden stops me.
“No, darling,” he says softly. “Not so far. I’m deep enough in you now, I think.”
I want to protest that I want him even deeper. I can feel him inside me, stretching my inner pussy to the limit but I want more. Want to feel the head of his cock planted firmly against the end of my channel, kissing the mouth of my womb, taking me all the way, fucking me.
But it’s clear Aiden won’t allow that to happen right now. He holds my hips in place with one hand while wi
th the other he continues to stroke and tease my clit. I feel as if I’m on fire from the waist down.
“Do you like this, darling?” he murmurs, his long finger sliding over my throbbing button. “Do you like the feel of my cock inside you, stretching you, making you mine?”
“Yes Master,” I moan and clench my inner muscles tight around him. “Yes, please…it feels…feels so good.”
“I can only imagine what fucking you is going to be like,” he growls softly. “Your little cunt is so tight and hot. You fit me like a glove.”
“Can’t you show me?” I plead with him. “You don’t have to hit bottom inside me if you don’t want. But can’t you just…just thrust a little bit?”
“Like this, you mean?” Slowly he draws out of me until only the head of his big cock is still inside my pussy. Then, with a deep, deliberate thrust he enters me again, filling me almost completely, stopping just short of pressing his cock to the mouth of my womb.
I gasp with mingled pleasure and frustration. So good, it feels so good. But everything inside me is crying out that it could feel better. “Please,” I beg him. “More!”
“No,” he says sternly. “I won’t thrust in you again, Emma. However…” Leaning down he kisses the back of my neck. “I will allow you to work your pussy on my cock. If you wish.”
If I wish? Hell yes, I wish. I need more of him, want to feel him inside me, sliding in and out of my pussy even if I’m the one doing the thrusting. Bracing myself against the mattress, I pull gently away, feeling him move out of me once more. Then I press back, taking him in again, filling myself with his shaft, taking my Master’s cock deep in my pussy.
“Gods.” Aiden’s deep voice is hoarse. “That’s right, darling, do it. Fuck yourself on me. Fuck your hot little pussy on my cock.”
His dirty words in my ears and the way he continues to finger me as I move is driving me over the edge. I tilt my hips back and I can almost feel him, the tip of his cock just barely brushing against the end of my channel. It’s forbidden, I know—but oh so sweet just the same. Am I still a virgin now? Maybe to Aiden’s way of thinking. But I feel completely opened by him, completely taken and claimed and it’s the sweetest feeling of my life.
“Emma,” he murmurs warningly in my ear. “I know what you’re doing. I can feel you pressing against me.”
“Yes Master,” I whisper, tilting my hips even farther back until the head of his cock nudges against the mouth of my womb. I’m being a bad girl—a disobedient submissive. Maybe he’ll punish me with his cock—like the girl in the movie we watched on his laptop.
Aiden’s hand on my hip is like steel. “You’re topping from the bottom again, Emma. If you’re hoping for a punishment fuck, it’s not going to happen. You’re too tender inside right now to be used roughly.”
I moan in frustration. “Master, please. I know you want to keep me a virgin but I need you…need you so much.”
He sighs softly and I can feel him relenting. “Very well, my darling. I had hoped to save your virginity for a later date but I guess it is not to be. I won’t fuck you but I will make love to you—very gently—if you like.”
“Yes, please,” I whisper. It’s more like I needit. Need to have him deeper inside me, taking me all the way.
“Be still,” Aiden commands, still holding my hip. “I’m just going to stroke into you a few times before I come inside you.”
“I just want you all the way in me,” I whisper. “I just want…just need to feel you taking me.”
“I need that too.” His voice is a low, intimate murmur in my ear as he begins the long, slow slide to the end of my channel. “My little witch. How is it that you can get under my skin so easily?”
“I…I don’t know,” I gasp as he bottoms out inside me, pressing deliberately—and very gently—against the end of my channel. Goddess, it feels good to be completely filled by him at last. “I’m not…not trying to.”
“But that’s just it,” he says, thrusting slowly and smoothly into me again. “So many long, empty years I felt nothing. So many years I thought I’d never feel again. And then you came along and took me over completely without even trying.”
I don’t know what to say to this, honestly I’m beyond saying anything. The feel of him stroking into me, the deep, hot murmur of his voice in my ear, the way he’s touching me even as he takes me—it’s too much. All too much.
It must be too much for Aiden too. “Get ready, Emma,” he tells me, his deep voice rough with growing passion. “I’m going to get as deeply into you as I can and then I’m going to flood your pussy. Going to fill you up with my cum.”
The hot words, coupled with the feel of his fingers spreading and exploring my slippery cunt, is suddenly too much. I can feel my pleasure growing, the orgasm building and exploding outward, like a star going nova around a fixed point in space.
“Aiden!” I gasp at the same time he groans my name. And then the pleasure takes me. As it does, I feel the warm, wet jets of his cum, this time spurting deep inside me, bathing the mouth of my womb and filling me up just as he promised.
I feel as if I’ll never stop coming. Long after the pleasure should have ebbed, my pussy keeps clenching, pulling against the thick cock inside me, as though milking Aiden for every last drop of his seed. He stays where he is, rock solid inside me, filling me to the hilt as he finishes his own orgasm.
When the tide of pleasure finally ebbs, I fully expect him to pull out. But for some reason, he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls me more firmly into his arms and kisses me gently on the back of my neck, murmuring my name.
The cramps are utterly and completely gone now and with them, all the tension I was feeling earlier. I feel bonelessly relaxed and suddenly I’m tired, so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. “Aiden,” I whisper, yawning. “Master…”
“Go to sleep, darling,” he says softly. “Your body needs rest.”
“Like…like this?” I ask, indicating the way he’s still filling me, as hard as though he’d never come at all.
“Exactly like this.” He nuzzles the back of my neck. “I can’t bear to let you go right now. But…does it bother you?”
“No,” I admit. “I…I like it. But I thought…thought you didn’t sleep with anyone.”
“I haven’t, not for years. Tonight I’m making an exception.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Go to sleep, Emma. We can talk more in the morning. We’re long overdue for it.”
His words bring a barrage of questions to my lips but my eyelids are so heavy I can’t keep them open anymore. Lulled by the comforting feeling of my Master’s thickness still lodged deep within me and his strong arms around me, I finally drift off to sleep.
Chapter Nineteen
“Wake up, Emma. You barely touched your dinner last night—you must be famished.”
I wake up feeling rested and refreshed, and open my eyes to warm golden sunlight pouring in through the windows. Aiden is already up and smiling at me. He’s wearing a pair of faded jeans and nothing else—is he skipping the office today? Usually he goes in rain or shine, weekday or weekend no matter what. He’s definitely a workaholic. Not that I’m complaining, after last night I’m more than eager to spend the morning with my shirtless vampire Master. Just look at all those muscles on display. Yum.
“Barnes made us some breakfast.” Aiden nods at a silver tray sitting on the dresser. Now that he mentions it, I can smell the tantalizing aroma of scrambled eggs and toast drifting through the air. There’s also a teapot with a wisp of steam rising from its spout. “Do you want to shower or eat first?” Aiden asks.
I open my mouth to say eat but then remember what a sticky mess I am from the waist down. “I’ll shower,” I say quickly. “But don’t start without me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says dryly. “Hurry up, then.”
I scoot out of bed, noticing a few dark red spots on the sheets as I do. My period has already almost run its course but I’m still mortified about the evidence it
has left behind.
“Don’t worry about the sheets,” Aiden says gently, breaking my train of thought. “They’re not important.”
It feels important to me but I don’t know what else to say. Quickly, I disappear into the master bathroom and take the fastest shower I can. When I come out, wrapped in towels, Aiden has changed the sheets and made up the bed.
“Come. Sit.” He motions for me to sit back against the mountain of pillows propped against the headboard. “We’ll have breakfast in bed this morning.”
Still wrapped in towels, I settle myself on the bed and look at him warily. He seems like a completely different man than he was last night. He’s relaxed and smiling and seemingly not mad at me at all. Is this all because of the sex—or almost sex—we had last night? Or has he just decided to forgive me for breaking the rules?
“What is it, Emma?” Aiden says, settling on the bed beside me with the tray in his hands. “I can see your mind going a hundred miles a minute. You might as well tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m just wondering…thank you.” I take the cup of tea from him. “Wondering why you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Oh, I’m still upset by your flagrant disregard for my rules—especially your removal of the harness,” he says, giving me a stern look. “And don’t worry, darling, you will be punished for that. But…” He sighs and takes a sip of tea. “You have a right to be angry with me as well. I’ve been on my own so long I tend to keep my own counsel. I don’t…share things easily.”
I give a soft snort of laughter. “Now, that’s an understatement. But thank you,” I put a hand on his leg, “for admitting you were wrong, too.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “I don’t concede that I’m wrong exactly. There are still some things about me and the situation we are in together that you’re not ready to know. But I understand your frustration and…” He sighs again. “I’ll make a concerted effort to be more open with you in the future.”
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