by H. L. Swan
She twirls her hair, her signature flirting technique, and nods.
Ricky corks the bottle for us before he walks out, sneaking glances at Ash a few times.
“He is wayyyy cuter than I remember,” Ashley gushes as she turns to me.
“It’s probably the alcohol, but I agree, he’s cute.”
We laugh as we pour the bottle of champagne into long-stemmed glasses.
With half the bottle gone, we stumble onto the dance floor. My vision is blurred but I find myself swaying to the rhythmic beats.
Time moves so much faster than normal, and before I know it, I’m grinding against someone, his strong arms grip my waist as we sway back and forth. I catch a glimpse at the guy behind me. He looks nice. Curly brown hair and blue eyes smile at me as I continue getting lost in the rhythm.
I feel a loss of contact, but before I can turn around, the strong arms return and they’re tighter around my waist. He slinks his arm around, hugging me from behind.
I look down and see a familiar trail of ink on tanned skin.
“What the fuck are you doing?” A familiar husky voice asks.
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Iturn around slowly, meeting a set of fiery, emerald eyes. Aiden’s face is set in a deep scowl as I look at him inquisitively.
Did he lie about the meeting tonight? Has he just been out partying?
I look around for the guy I had been dancing with and find his body on the floor. People are staring in our direction.
What did I miss? What just happened? Most importantly, why is Aiden here?
His scowl turns into a cocky smirk. “Surprised to see me?”
I nod slowly. “Ho…how did you…find me,” I slur.
His brow furrows. There’s no amusement in his tone. “Are you drunk?”
“No.” I lie but I stumble on my heels.
Aiden steadies me, heaving an annoyed sigh before guiding me to the bar.
The bartender places a shot in front of me within seconds.
I go for it, but Aiden slides it down the bar top, causing it to spill over the black surface. He’s going to get us kicked out.
“Chill, Aiden,” I slur.
“If you hand her one more sip of alcohol, I will fire you for overserving customers.” His voice is stern and laced with venom as he eyes the frightened bartender.
How can he fire him?
Aiden looks intimidating as he crosses his arms. “On a better thought, how much did you serve her?”
“Mr. Scott, I…I didn’t–”
He cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “Did you even check her… Fuck it, you’re fired. Get out of my sight.” He beckons another bartender, who quickly makes his way to us, and demands, “Water.”
A glass of water is placed in front of me moments later and I slowly sip it as the room spins. Why does Aiden own a bar? Oh right, investment properties.
Warmth spreads through me as he places a possessive hand on the nape of my neck. I remind myself that I’m still mad at him.
“Ge…get your hands off me!” I hiss.
He laughs lowly. “What did you just say to me?”
“I said,” I attempt to stand but his hand holds me in place, sending a shiver through my body. I hate that I like it when he’s like this, and the alcohol is not helping. “I said get your hands off!”
“I heard what you said, sweetheart. I was just hoping, for your sake, you wanted to rephrase that statement.” His eyes darken as he pulls me to my feet and leads us up the stairs.
Why is he so mad?
“Ashley and I are just trying to have fun!” I protest.
He looks around the room before sighing. “I’ll deal with her later. She should have never brought you here. Now go,” He demands, waving his hand.
As we walk down the hall, I peer into an open VIP room and spot a sparkly red dress. Yup, Ashley is safe…and she’s on top of Ricky? I quicken my steps, so Aiden will not see her, and step into the other VIP room. It looks nicer and bigger than the one before. A solitary black leather couch hugs the only pop of color in the room, a scarlet wall.
Aiden gestures for a nearby bouncer. His nameplate is blurry, but I think it says Max, who at this point, is three Max’s.
“Don’t allow anyone into this room,” Aiden instructs.
“Of course, Boss.” Max turns away and stands guard at the edge.
Aiden closes the thick fabric, hiding us from wandering gazes.
I get a little nervous as he stalks towards me. I’ve never seen him so angry before. I hear him mumbling something I can’t decipher under his breath. It turns me on when he speaks Italian.
He runs his hand through his thick hair, a nervous habit. “I really thought you would listen to me and stay out of trouble, but here you are.” He chuckles. “I’m just thankful you’re at my club, of all the places.”
Red flashes across my eyes. “Why do you care!” I shout in a drunken rage. “Go call Rebecca if I’m such a problem in your life!” I try and fail to not stumble over my words, but the alcohol slurs them.
He tilts his head to the side, studying me. He places a hand on his chin in thought and I watch as his muscles flex through the fabric of his suit.
“The girl from the lobby earlier.”
“Yeah, her! She…she was supposed to stay the night with you.” I stomp my feet, wobbling down onto the couch.
Aiden sits beside me and drags me onto his lap. Our bodies are so close I can feel the warmth from his skin. I beat down my need for him fiercely.
“I do…don’t want to sit on you!” I pout, squirming on his lap.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t move around too much or you’ll make me hard.”
I can’t help but stare as he bites his bottom lip. No, Emma! Control of yourself! I cross my hands over my chest.
“That doesn’t help,” Aiden comments.
I look at him, confused.
“All you’re doing is accentuating your cleavage.”
His eyes trail down the same time as mine. He’s right, they’re practically falling out of my dress. I hastily pull the fabric up, before attempting to wiggle off him again. He holds my hips in place and thrusts up into me. I can feel his already hard length against my ass.
“I love this dress. I just wish it wasn’t so tight. It shows too much.” His voice is low as he runs his hand along the soft fabric. “From now on, you wear this only when you’re out with me, understood?” he’s completely ignoring why I’m upset.
I want to tell him, “That’s why I bought it, idiot,” but I have to get to the bottom of this Rebecca situation. “Explain yourself,” I slur, feeling more and more drunk as the minutes roll by.
He lets out a long breath, mint invades my senses.
“First off,” He holds up a finger, “I don’t have to explain myself. The first thing you should have done was called me.” He slides both hands up my thighs, causing the fabric of my dress to roll up slightly.
He keeps his eyes on mine. “Second, to be honest, I don’t remember a Reba or whatever.”
I snicker at the butchering of her name. But can I trust him?
“I don’t believe you,” I state quietly.
He holds my legs tighter. “You’re mine as much as I’m yours. End of story.” I try to ignore the warmth I feel in my heart at his words.
“But why would she say that?” I whine.
He shifts in the seat, running a large hand over his face. “I don’t know. I’m assuming she knew you were in the lobby for me, and she was messing with your head. She’s nothing to worry about, I promise you. No one is.”
His words and tone are calm and sincere, and I believe him.
His smooth voice is replaced by a deep growl. “Now, let’s talk about what the fuck you were doing grinding some guy? I should go out there and beat the fuck out of him in front of you, so you can see what happens when someone else touches you.”
Despite his venomous tone, his hands are gentle as he plays with my loose curls, twirling them a
round his long fingers. I know he’s a hot head, but I feel safe in his arms. He would never hurt me intentionally.
He leaves the room, returning moments later with a plate of food. “Eat,” He demands, setting the plate in my lap and moves a glass of water closer to the edge of the table.
I happily grab the fries from the plate. “Why does this taste so good?” I look up with a smile.
Aiden stares at me intently, no trace of humor behind his jade eyes.
“Feel better?” He asks, once I’m done with the food. “More sober?”
I nod. I do feel so much better now that the alcohol is fading.
“Good. Now, how do you think I should deal with this?” He asks with a sly smirk.
“Forgive me because I thought you didn’t want me?” I bat my lashes.
He laughs. “I will always want you Emma. Seriously, I do.” His words roll off his tongue like velvet. He waves a finger in thought. “But, regardless, actions have consequences, and I need you to be in order.”
“Order?”
He nods, trailing his finger along my arm. “I have an urge to punish you.”
“Punish me?”
“Mhmm, how should I go about this?” He asks himself, his hand gripping my thigh.
I swallow, excited by his words.
“Do you want to bend over my lap, Emma?”
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I stare, oddly excited about his request.
Without thinking, I lay myself over his lap, my eyes set on the black tile floors against Aiden’s dress shoes. He lifts my dress, exposing my bare bottom to the cool air of the room. I look back to see him shaking his head in disapproval.
“No panties?” His voice rumbles with anger.
“I didn’t want to wear them. The dress is too tight, and the lines show.” I explain, hoping he didn’t think I didn’t wear any for another man.
He shakes his head and turns my head to face the floor. He rubs my bottom. “I should rip this tiny dress off your perfect skin and fuck you senseless to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson?” Again, with those words, lesson, and punish. I can’t deny the fire they ignite inside of me.
“For disobeying me.” His eyes darken, his touch feather light against my bare bottom.
Biting my lip, I act on my liquid courage. “Punish me.”
I feel a rush of air across my bottom before his hand lands firmly on my cheek. The sting makes me gasp. A tingle shoots straight to my clit. His warm hand ordering me into submission turns me on more than I have ever been. He brings out something in me. It feels natural to be laid over his lap like this, so much so that it worries me. Is something wrong with me?
“What I would give for you to be bouncing on my cock right now…” His voice is a soothing rumble.
His hand comes down on my bare cheeks, and by the third smack, I can’t bear the pleasure that consumes my body. I wiggle, needing to relieve the tension and the throbbing ache inside me. I rock against his knee, moaning as I apply the right amount of pressure on my clit.
Aiden reaches between my legs and slides his fingers through my slit. They stay on my clit, circling and stroking it. “I’m making you wet.” His tone is pleased. “You’re too drunk for me to do anything sexual to you.”
He pulls me flush against him, my trembling legs straddling him. The stinging sensation lingers as his fingers trail on my shoulders. I don’t want it to go away, a reminder that his hands were on me. What is wrong with me?
“I want you.”
He cups my chin, our lips so close I can smell his minty breath. “Too bad, sweetheart.”
Playing this cat and mouse game doesn’t help. I need him, crave him. Bringing my lips to his neck I plant kisses on his skin, gently rocking my body against him.
He grips my waist, halting my movements. “You’re drunk, babe.”
I lay my head against his chest, breathing deeply to calm myself. “I’m so sorry.” I bite my lip, wanting to please him.
“You have to obey me.” The word ‘obey’ rolls of his tongue in a sexual manner, overpowering my senses.
I continue to bite my lip, nervously.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just…” I pause, trying to keep my words from slurring. His presence is intoxicating. “I like when you’re like this.”
He nods, not a hint of judgement in his tone. “You’re discovering what you like, and I’m so fucking happy I have the honor of showing you everything.” His fingers graze my bare shoulder. “But if you ever feel uncomfortable about anything, just let me know, okay?”
“Is something wrong with me for liking those things?”
A small laugh escapes his lips. “No, babe, nothing is wrong with you. I’m actually relieved you don’t mind me being a little rough.” He kisses my neck. “I want to throw you on the bed and have my way with you. I knew you would be submissive, but fuck, I’m so excited for when you’re fully sober and I can do whatever I want to you.” He growls into my ear.
I squeeze my legs together, hoping for some relief.
He looks down at my shuffling. “Another thing.” He tugs my legs apart. “There’s no need for you to touch yourself.” He bites his lip as his eyes trail up and down my body.
“Why?”
“You’re mine…this cunt is mine.” He stares into my eyes as he places his hand over it, covering me fully. “I can take care of you. I can make you feel things you never thought you could.”
I shiver at his words, the fire burning deep inside me. He tilts his head, waiting for an answer. I want to turn him on. Maybe if I play into this fun side, he’ll understand I’m sober now and we can mess around.
I straddle his waist as I play with his hair, peering at him with innocent eyes. “Yes, Mr. Scott.”
I’m surprised by how natural my words sound. But my voice startles me the most, seductive and low. I can tell Aiden is surprised too as his breathing picks up.
“I’ve got to get you out of here. Let’s get you home. We’ll go find Ashley.”
Remembering how indisposed Ashley is, I place a hand on his chest. “Wait.” I don’t know if he’ll freak out about Ashley and Ricky. “I’ll go grab her.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You’re not going anywhere.” His words are final as he squeezes my hand before heading for the door.
“Please,” I beg, stumbling slightly.
He raises a brow. “Are you worried about me catching her with Ricky?” He laughs. “I’m more perceptive than that. I already saw them as we walked up here.”
“Are you mad at her?”
He laughs. “Why would I give a fuck? She’s grown up and can do whatever she wants. Plus, I’m fucking her best friend so…”
I stop in my tracks. “I’m grown and I can’t do whatever I want,” I protest.
He lifts my face, so I’m forced to look into his eyes. “You’re mine, princess. I don’t give a fuck what anyone in the world does. As long as they aren’t messing with you, it’s none of my business.” He wraps one hand protectively around my waist as we walk down the hall.
He tugs open the curtain to the other VIP room. “Drive her back to my place.”
I hear Ashley scream and some shuffling. Aiden laughs as we head downstairs.
Aiden
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I lift Emma into my arms. She’s exhausted from the events of the day and I can’t blame her. I make sure to hold her dress down. I can’t believe she didn’t wear any panties.
The thought infuriates me, but I can’t help but imagine how easy it would’ve been to slip inside her earlier. It’s too bad she drank tonight. I would never take advantage of her. Teasing is one thing, but anything more would be too much.
I gently place her in the Mercedes and buckle her in. I slide in quietly, pressing the ignition and hearing the twin turbo engine purr to life. She stirs but doesn’t wake. I take a moment to take in her features; she looks so sweet and innocent, with her face smushed against the leather seat
.
I’m thankful she’s safe. I have to protect her from the horrors of the world. Even if I am one of them, I’m too selfish to stay away from her.
My mind wanders to what just happened. I had to restrain myself from taking her right there on the couch when she started grinding on my leg while I spanked her.
I don’t know what this girl is doing to me. We were fooling around but I felt a primal urge to teach her a lesson. Any other girl, I would have just said fuck it and not dealt with the drama. But it’s just different with Emma.
At the thought of her ass bouncing on my knee and the wetness I felt when I checked her pussy, the bulge in my pants grows. I need relief badly. I wish more than anything that none of this happened, that we were at home and she was sober so we could fuck.
At a red light, I peek over. The moon casts a faint glow on her tiny silhouette. One of her breasts hangs out from the thin fabric of her dress. That fucking dress. I rub myself through my pants, attempting to relieve some of my tension.
Unable to handle the throbbing, I unzip my pants and grasp my length, gently stroking it as I remember the way she grinded against me earlier. I want to hold her by her waist and slam her onto my cock while I revel in the feeling of her stretching around me. And since she was a bad girl and wore no panties, it would be easy to simply slide into her. I can’t wait for tomorrow so I can do just that. I pump my cock to the thoughts of her.
Fuck, I’m driving down the road while doing this. Why couldn’t I have waited until I got home and was in the safety of the bedroom or shower? What if she wakes up? Fuck it, she already knows she’s mine and I’m hers. It’s not like I’m doing anything directly to her.
I park the car in the lot. It’s dark, but a street light surrounds her body with a warm glow. I pump harder and faster as I stare at her beautiful body imagining her plump lips sliding down my cock. Or the way her body responds so innocently to my touch, how she moans when I twirl her perfect nipples between my fingers. She’s never been touched by a man before me, and that turns me on so fucking much. The pressure builds and I silently moan her name as I release into my hand.
Using a spare T-Shirt from the back to clean myself off, I fix her dress before carrying her inside, pulling down the thin fabric of her short dress to shield her from wandering eyes.
