Trusting Aaron: Club Zodiac, Book Five

by Becca Jameson

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I will push you as far as I think you can handle each night, but I’ll rely on you to put an end to our play if needed.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was breathy now.

  “Does that arouse you?”

  “Everything you do arouses me, Sir.” She wasn’t lying. It was true.

  “Good. I like that.” He set a chaste kiss on her lips. “Don’t move.”

  She swayed slightly, feeling so aroused that she couldn’t keep her mind off of the way her pussy ached for attention. The only thing she had on under the white dress he’d asked her to wear that morning was a white pair of lace panties. Both of these items had been in the suitcase she’d packed herself.

  She’d also been well aware of how virginal the white dress made her feel. And there was a good chance the dress was about to be totally debauched—far more than it would have if she’d worn it with the original intended viewer.

  Aaron returned a few moments later holding up a tie. “You’re familiar with my tie.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “It’s useful for all sorts of things. Tonight it’s going to be a blindfold.”

  She shivered as he circled her, sliding the silky material across her cheeks before securing it over her eyes and tying it. Her shiver turned into a shudder at the way her body responded to the loss of that one sense. She crossed her arms and rubbed the goose bumps that had formed.

  Aaron rounded to her front, smoothed his palms down from her shoulders to her wrists, and tugged them apart. “Clasp your hands at the small of your back.”

  She swallowed hard as she followed his instructions.

  “You will never be punished for using your safeword. Nor will you suffer any repercussions. It’s for your safety, mental and physical. I won’t do anything that would cause you pain in the next few days, but that doesn’t mean you won’t need to stop me for any number of reasons.”

  She couldn’t imagine what he might mean by that. Nor could she figure out how he obviously noticed that she’d scrunched her eyes together in confusion. But he must have because he elaborated.

  His hands sat gently on her bare shoulders as he continued. “You want to know what it’s like to submit to me, so I’m going to show you. But you might have moments when you’ll wish you hadn’t requested this tutelage when I push you up against your limits.”

  She shuddered again.

  “You’ll see…”

  “May I ask a question, Sir?”

  “Of course. Unless I’ve expressly demanded that you not speak during a scene, you may speak freely, as long as you do so respectfully.”

  She cleared her throat. “Sir, you said you were going to spank me. Isn’t that intended to hurt?”

  “Ah…” He chuckled. “I don’t think you’ll find my spankings painful. No.”

  How was that possible? She’d read about spankings—both in books and in research. She’d even watched submissives being spanked online. They always looked like they were being tortured.

  Aaron exhaled a long breath. His voice was deeper and softer when he spoke. “It’s been a very long time since I worked with a newbie. I’d forgotten how much fun it was to watch a woman blossom under my care.”

  She bit her lower lip.

  “Notice how all your other senses heightened when I covered your eyes?”

  “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t kidding. It was instantaneous. She was straining to hear more, feel more, and ascertain his location based on his movements and his scent. He didn’t use a particular cologne, but she was aware of the hotel soap and shampoo from that morning. His deodorant. Those things combined with his own natural scent. It was intoxicating.

  Shocking her, he flicked his thumbs over her nipples through the cotton material of her dress. She arched toward him.

  “I love how responsive you are,” he whispered close to her ear. “You feel more vulnerable with your hands behind your back, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Imagine how much that sensation would heighten if I cuffed them together.”

  She whimpered involuntarily.

  “As long as you can keep your hands where I tell you, I won’t restrain you. But if you move them, you’ll lose the privilege of being trusted to obey my orders. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She clenched her thighs together against the flood of arousal. He had barely touched her, and already she needed to come.

  He rounded behind her, pulled her shoulders back, and gathered her hair in his hands. “Spread your feet apart, Hope. This is a basic submissive position.”

  Her breath hitched as she separated her legs. Wetness had pooled to soak her panties already. For some reason, it embarrassed her. Would he comment on how aroused she became so easily? Did it say something about her?

  He continued to play with her hair, gently running his fingers through the strands at the nape of her neck. The tie was trapping it against her head. She was shocked when he somehow banded her thick locks together. He had a hair band?

  When he finished, he set a hand on the back of her head and tipped her face forward toward the floor. “Perfect. When I tell you to stand at attention, this is the position I want you in.”

  He wandered away. The shuffling of his feet indicated he was moving to her left. A thump, followed by the sound of a zipper, penetrated the air, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized he was opening the mystery suitcase.

  Why the hell had she even brought it along? She knew the answer to that. She hadn’t wanted Montgomery, or anyone else for that matter, to find it and discover the contents. She hadn’t been sure she even wanted to examine the contents. She’d assumed they would make her blush.

  She’d also assumed it might be fun to go through the suitcase with her husband. A small part of her had hoped Montgomery would loosen up after their wedding and find the discovery fun. She should have known better. Wishful thinking.

  Now, she was freaking out a bit. She chewed on her bottom lip, considering what Aaron might do if she asked him to leave that suitcase zipped up and ignore it. He’d probably laugh at her suggestion.

  As if on cue, he did just that from across the room, making her flinch. She curled her toes under, digging them into her sandals. “Socialites have far kinkier minds than I would have given them credit for,” he mused.

  She groaned inwardly. It was possible he was goading her.

  “On the other hand, I suppose it could be that your friends went together to a fetish shop and thought it might be funny if they purchased the most outrageous things they could find. In any case, the joke’s on you now, isn’t it?” He chuckled again as he returned to her side.

  “I don’t think I like this game, Aaron…” she murmured. That was a lie. The anticipation was making her belly clench.

  Something soft stroked her shoulder. “How about you limit your speaking to question and answers right now. Hold the commentary.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You said you trusted me.”

  “I do, Sir.” I think.

  “You shouldn’t.”

  She flinched.

  “Not because I’m not trustworthy. I am. But the point is that trust must be earned. No matter who you’re with, you should always put safety first and take things slow. For example, you don’t know me well enough to permit me to handcuff you spread eagle on the hotel bed yet. Something like that should make your hair stand on end. The suggestion alone should make you use your safeword.”

  He made sense.

  “I know I used my tie on you last night, but I’d left it so that you could have easily yanked free at any point.”

  She hadn’t realized that.

  “Now, because you’ve technically known of me for a few years, and because you know I’m good friends with your sister’s husband, and because you know I’m the co-manager of a well-respected club, it is reasonably safe to put slightly more confidence in me than a random stranger.

  “Nevertheless,
always play safe. Never do anything that goes against your intuition or has you ignoring your limits.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I will warn you, however, that not only do your friends have extremely kinky ideas, but they also have expensive tastes.” His lips landed on her shoulder, causing her to stifle a moan as he nibbled a path to her ear. “They purchased quality products from a reputable fetish shop I’ve been to many times in Miami.”

  Right. He would recognize some of the packaging. He was from Miami. That somehow calmed her nerves. Perhaps irrationally.

  “How is that a warning, Sir?” She was confused by the way he phrased the sentence.

  His lips were on her ear as he spoke again, tickling her and making her shiver. “I would never use toys that were cheap or suspicious on any submissive. I’ll be using all of these items on you.”

  She stopped breathing. She’d expected that suitcase to contain lingerie. Perhaps cheap fake handcuffs to be silly. Condoms. Lubricants. Maybe a sexy card game or dice. Things like that. What toys?

  “Are you taking some form of birth control?” he asked next.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her nipples tingled at the suggestive question.

  “Would you let me take you without a condom?”

  “Yes, Sir.” In a heartbeat.

  He tapped her cheek. “No. Never.”

  She flinched. Why did he ask, then?

  “If I’m going to spend several days fucking the life out of you, I’m going to also subject you to a mountain of education, Hope. You won’t ever be interested in a vanilla relationship after this week. I won’t have done my job if you leave me unprepared to enter another BDSM relationship if it’s what you truly desire.”

  She winced. She couldn’t imagine doing anything like this with another man, but she didn’t say so out loud. After all, it wasn’t a question or an answer.

  “Don’t let any man come near you without a condom. Safe sex first.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “In my case, I’m tested often, and I haven’t had sex with a woman since I arrived in Denver, but you shouldn’t take my word for it. You should ask for medical records.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Do you suppose I’m carrying something like that with me?”

  “No?”

  “Right.” He set a finger on her jaw and trailed it down to trace the edge of her dress on the top swell of her breasts. “Pull your shoulders back more. Don’t let your body go slack over time.”

  She drew them back, making her nipples rub against her dress.

  “Yes… Like that. Your tits look fantastic when they rise like that. Are your nipples stiff?” He flicked his thumbs over them one second later, making the question moot.

  Whatever soft item he’d stroked her with a few minutes ago touched her skin again, this time in the dip of her cleavage. Well, cleavage was a generous term for her breasts. They weren’t large enough to create cleavage.

  Aaron rounded to her back, dragging the soft item with him, around her shoulders. A feather? It felt more like cotton balls. His hand landed on her zipper, and he lowered it slowly from her shoulder blades to the base of her spine. She had to lift her hands out of his way so he could finish.

  As the material fell apart, the ache to be touched increased. Her breasts were swollen and needy grazing against the cotton of her dress as it slid forward.

  Aaron set his fingers on the straps at her shoulders and lowered the dress down her arms. “Release your hands for a moment.”

  She opened her fingers where they gripped her opposite wrist and let them fall to her sides. The dress slid to the floor, leaving her in silver sandals and white lacy panties, neither of which she could see.

  “Hands behind your back again,” he ordered.

  She complied as his hands slid down her waist and then her hips and then her legs. She realized he was kneeling in front of her now, and then he lifted one ankle. He took his time unbuckling her sandal and dropping it to the side. He set her foot down and did the same with the other ankle.

  She felt so exposed. He’d seen her naked yesterday, but something about the blindfold and the fact that he was fully clothed and the fact that she felt confident he intended to enter her tonight all made her more aware than ever.

  Was he staring at her? Probably.

  She could feel his breath as he rose in front of her, even, calm, sure. Nothing like her own panting that wouldn’t subside.

  “Shoulders back again, baby,” he whispered. “Feet wider.”

  She complied as his fingers danced on her breasts, circling her areolas but missing the very tips that longed for attention. When he pinched them both, she rose onto her tiptoes, swaying closer.

  “Stay still. Let me explore. I want to know what makes you hum.”

  Everything makes me hum. You make me hum.

  “Judging from the contents of that suitcase, I’m going to say that Faith took your friends to the shop and helped select everything.”

  That was a good bet. It was also unnerving.

  “She knows her nipple clamps well,” he taunted.

  She licked her lips. The idea of having anything gripping the sensitive skin of her nipples made her nervous.

  “But you’re not ready for that.”

  No. I’m not. Maybe he intended to give her a play by play of the toys to judge her reactions. That calmed her on some level.

  “Not today, anyway.”

  Ugh.

  “When you masturbate, do you use a vibrator or a dildo?” he asked.

  So many personal questions. Her face flushed. Heat ran down her chest too, and she realized he would see the splotches.

  “Hope… Talk to me. I need to know what your experiences are and what you like.”

  “I…uh…don’t have either of those items.” She wasn’t uninformed. She’d seen them online, but she didn’t own them. She lived with her parents. She couldn’t have trusted that her mother or a housekeeper wouldn’t stumble upon something like that.

  He cupped her breasts, his body so close to her she could easily sway forward and brush against his shirt.

  “Neither? Nothing with a battery?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “You do masturbate, right?”

  She flushed further, mortified. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “With your fingers.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you watch porn?”

  Could this get any more humiliating?

  “Hope…”

  “Sometimes,” she admitted. This was Aaron. He was experienced. Surely he wouldn’t judge her for watching sex on her computer. “I wanted to be educated.”

  “It is educational. Do you masturbate when you watch?”

  “Yes.” She let her chin dip farther.

  He surprised her by setting a finger under her chin, lifting it, and then kissing her lips briefly. “Does that embarrass you?”

  “Yes.”

  “It shouldn’t. I doubt there are many people alive who don’t watch porn and touch themselves at the same time.” He launched into his next question without pause. “How long does it take you to come?”

  My Lord, he liked to get personal. “Sir…”

  His hands smoothed up her arms to her shoulders, and this time he leaned close enough that his navy buttoned shirt abraded her nipples.

  She moaned as he kissed her neck and then set his lips on her ear again. “God, I love how innocent you are. It makes my cock so hard I’m going to come in my jeans. Have you truly never pushed anything up into your sweet pussy?”

  “No, Sir,” she breathed out.

  His hands brushed up and down her biceps, his body still close enough that she could taste him if she wanted to. “So your only orgasms have been by your own fingers on your clit,” he stated.

  “Yes, Sir.” Until last night…

  He groaned and she felt his weight shift back. His lips hovered millimeters from hers. “God, I’d love to know how often you do that,
how long it takes, and how loud you are. But I know you’re embarrassed, so I’ll just imagine what that looks like for now.” He kissed her and then drew back again. “But know this—before our time is over, I’m going to want to watch you get yourself off.”

  A full body shudder accompanied her whimper. There was no way in hell she could or would masturbate for him while he watched. Not. A. Chance. In. Hell.

  He smoothed his hands down to her body and reached around to cup her butt. His palms molded and squeezed.

  She leaned closer to him, needing more contact.

  “Feet flat, baby. I decide when and where and how you get to touch me.”

  He was right about one thing—his form of D/s was subtle and effective so far. His words and tone alone could bring her to her knees and make her come. If this was D/s, she never wanted to know vanilla sex.

  Chapter 10

  It took every ounce of strength Aaron had to keep from tossing Hope on the bed, spreading her legs, and fucking her senseless. He would do that another day, but today he needed to keep things slow. Let her catch up as he went along.

  He would scare her if he moved too fast. The last thing he wanted to do was push her too far so that she felt the need to use her safeword. No woman had ever used a safeword with him. He didn’t want Hope to be the first. But that meant he needed to read her reactions very carefully to help her figure out what she liked and didn’t like.

  The way she swayed and licked her lips, her chest and cheeks covered with red splotches, he knew she was probably more aroused than she’d ever been.

  He would not stop checking in on her and taking her pulse. “You okay, Hope?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He released her sweet ass and eased one hand down lower until his fingers dipped between her spread legs from behind.

  She lifted onto her toes again.

  “Flat feet. Don’t make me say it again.”

  She whimpered, a sound he loved. She leaned into him also, her forehead against his chest. He let her have that as he reached farther and lightly dragged a finger over the soaked silk of her panties.