by Jamie Knight
“Do you want me to start?” she asked. I could tell she was nervous. Her hands were shaking on the top of the counter, and her bright blue eyes kept flitting away from my face.
“No, I can.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I want to start by saying that I know everything.”
The color left her face when I said that. Reagan probably never expected for me to piece it all together on my own, but I managed.
“Everything?” she whispered.
I nodded in response. Her hands were resting on the countertop. I could see them balling into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her chest rose and fell with each deliberate breath.
Even in scrubs, Reagan couldn’t hide her sweet body from me. I could see the curve of her breasts and the width of her hips. All these weeks thinking about her had made my body hunger for hers. I had come to her for one thing, the truth about Bobby, but my mind had wandered into other places, and there was nothing wrong with getting a little taste.
I started to shift to the other side of the counter. Reagan’s eyes widened, but she didn’t do anything to stop me. She just looked up. We were face to face, toe to toe.
I loosened my silk tie, pulling it out from under my collar. When it was free from my neck, Reagan held up her hands, her wrists touching. We were on the same page like we always used to be. It was perfect.
I wrapped my tie around her wrists, binding them together tightly. She grunted when I made the final knot.
“Do you want to check it?”
Reagan pulled against the binding but didn’t get far. “You didn’t forget anything,” she whispered, a blush covering her cheeks.
I smiled because it was true. No matter how much I wanted to, over the years I could never forget Reagan: everything she meant to me, everything we did together. She was a part of who I was, and I had finally come to terms with that.
“Over your head,” I ordered, directing her hands with one finger.
Reagan stood against the desk, arms stretched up, body trembling. I got down on my knees, kneeling in front of her. My hands resting on her side, I pushed her shirt up slightly, revealing her taut stomach. I kissed her belly, just above the hem of her pants, twirling my tongue in her belly button.
I could smell her arousal as I peeled away her scrubs from her legs and pulled them and her panties down. I didn’t get the chance to feast on Reagan’s tight pussy when we met in the club weeks ago, a fact I deeply regretted. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity the second time around.
Gently, I guided her back onto the counter of the front desk until her legs were up, and her folds were exposed to me. I held onto her hips and dived right into her delicious pussy. Her bounds hands had rested on my shoulders, but the moment I was nose deep in her, the rounded edges of her palms dug into the back of my neck.
“Aiden,” she breathed as her core tensed up.
I kept going, licking and sucking, her juices dripping down to my chin. I feasted on Reagan like a man possessed, as if I hadn’t eaten for years, which was true. I hadn’t tasted her for so long, her body was like finding an oasis after wandering in the desert.
“Oh, fuck!”
Reagan’s grip tightened behind my neck before her body started shuddering. They were small tremors, but I felt the power behind them. Her gasps of pleasure filled my ears. I held onto her as she came back down to me, kissing my way up her body until I was standing again. I took her shirt with me until it caught on her tied hands.
Reagan stepped out of her pants and underwear, so all that remained was her bra. I descended on her mouth, hungrily pulling moans out of her. My fingers made quick work of undoing the clasp on her bra. It fell to the ground, and all of her beauty was revealed to me.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I whispered.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She winked as she voiced that sentiment.
Being in that moment made me realize how precious time with Reagan was. Memories weren’t enough. I wanted to be with her every day.
“Turn around.”
Her eyes sparkled. Without a word, she carried out my command, shifting until her stomach was flat on the desk. Walking to her head, I untied the knot in my tie, discarded the shirt of her scrubs, and quickly wrapped the silk between the posts of the desk. I bound her hands with either end, making sure she was tied so tightly to the counter that her heavy breasts were pressed hard to the wood.
I walked back in between her legs, spreading them out wide, and giving her a sharp spank on her round ass. The pain made Reagan gasp. Her skin turned deep red. She didn’t flinch. Her hips bucked in longing.
My dick was aching to be buried deep inside of her. I’d been trying to limit myself, and usually, I had terrific self-control. But the nearly two-week drought had caused me to slip. I needed Reagan, and I needed her that very instant.
I unzipped my pants, but maybe I was going too slow because Reagan wiggled her ass and pussy at me. I spanked her again. If I hadn’t been so far gone with desire, I would have made her wait. But I couldn’t.
“Looks like you’re being a naughty girl,” I commented, slapping my hand into the soft flesh of her ass again. She moaned in response.
After being dominated in various ways, Reagan had learned little tricks to regain some power. It made her more fun to deal with as she did love to poke at me. She was the type to try and get a rise out of me, but it was always all in good fun. And I did love to punish her for her naughtiness.
“I want you inside of me,” she begged.
She bent her knees, her legs wrapping around me, pulling our bodies even closer together. Usually, I’d throw her over my knee and give her a fierce spanking, but I had the same exact desire as her. I wanted to bury myself inside of her pussy to the hilt.
I positioned my cockhead to be at her opening. Pushing my pelvis forward, I felt Reagan’s wet, velvety walls envelop my shaft. Her pussy was pure, fucking heaven, and I got to be a visitor.
“Oh, Aiden,” she sighed when I had filled her up with my hard cock.
I moved my hips back and forth, looking for my rhythm. It didn’t take too long for me to find it, and soon the wet sounds of my body connecting with Reagan’s filled the room.
My muscles were taught as I drove into her over and over again. She was wet, warm, and at my mercy. We both knew it, and we both loved it. Knowing Reagan was mine heightened my desire. Her cries made my shaft harder. She pushed me to the edge of bliss. I would never get enough of her.
My balls started to grow heavy. I could feel my body aching to spill inside of her, fill Reagan with my seed, but I wanted to hold on just a little longer. I wanted to watch her fall apart under me until her pussy milked my cock dry.
“Aiden, I’m about to —”
Reagan didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence. Instead her voice broke into a series of high-pitched squeals, and her pussy quivered hard around my cock. I couldn’t hold back against that massage. I spilled into her a few seconds later, doubling over. I held onto her body as I ground my pelvis against her a few more times, eking out as much pleasure as possible.
“You’re even better than I remember,” she said against my ear as I leaned over her. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
It was nice to finally say it to her. I’d been mulling over the thought for weeks and managed to admit it to myself, but saying it to Reagan made it the whole thing feel more real. Like we were about to have our chance to be together again.
Chapter Sixteen - Reagan
We rested a few minutes, tangled together. Then reality set in. I was at work, and we had things to discuss.
Aiden untied me. I got my clothes back, but there wasn’t much I could do about cleaning myself up. I was covered in his scent, his cum — the inside of my thighs were sticky. It brought me back to our old relationship. If we had been in the house or weren’t in such a hurry, Aiden probably would have cleaned me up a bit. I
t was something he always enjoyed doing, apparently. I also liked it. It could somehow be more intimate than what had just happened before.
I finished getting dressed and turned to see Aiden all cleaned up as well. Things definitely felt different between the two of us. Calmer, I would say.
“So, you wanted to talk?” I asked as I straightened up the front desk of the clinic.
I wasn’t nervous because I was worried Aiden wouldn’t take the news well. Clearly, he already knew everything. He said he did. It was more about having to say it all out loud myself. His would only be the second time I was admitting to anyone that Aiden was Bobby’s father. The start of this new chapter meant a whole lot to me.
Aiden ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know about Bobby, and about what my mother did. I know there was no man back then, and there’s no man now.”
He knew quite a bit about what had happened. It was shocking to hear him so casually mention it all. Hearing the whole story condensed to such simple sentences made the horrible experience seem less dire than it had all those years ago.
“Are you mad?”
Aiden shook his head. “I’m not mad. I don’t understand why you ran away. I know that the note you left me was a lie. There was no other man. My mom made you write about those things. I don’t understand why you did what she wanted.”
I let out a big sigh. “I guess I was scared. I never really fit into your life. It was an upper class, high society. It’s not your fault, you always loved me so deeply. Your mom got into my head, talking about the money, how you’d get bored of me, she even brought up Victoria. I should have been stronger. I’m sorry.”
Tears started to come out of my eyes. I hadn’t expected to start crying. I already knew I was super emotional, but I thought I would have been able to keep it in.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
Aiden walked right up to me and put his hand on my cheek, wiping away my tears with his thumb.
“I totally understand if you want nothing to do with me, but Bobby would love to know you. You guys got along so well, and he deserves to know his father.”
He looked me in the eye. “Reagan, I want to know Bobby, I do. He’s my son, how could I not. But I also want to get to know you again. I should have realized how hard it was for you to merge into my life. I already knew the people I was surrounded by were assholes. I had grown up with them. I guess I was delusional and thought they wouldn’t go too far. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, and I hope you don’t hold that against me.”
“Of course not!” He pulled me into his strong arms. I couldn’t believe Aiden blamed himself for anything that happened. Maybe, at the end of the day, we were both just young. “I guess both of us could have handled the whole thing better. But I’m glad we can be together now. I want to get to know you, too.”
“So, it looks like we’re on the same page.”
His face lit up in a smile. It was a smile I hadn’t seen in close to ten years. He was always so cute when he broke it out. I used to wish he would smile all the time. Something about seeing it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“Yeah, we are.”
I rested my head on his chest. There was so much comfort to be found in his body. The soft rise of his breath pushing his muscular chest into mine — it gave me solace. Something that hadn’t been easy to find these past few years.
I was just about ready to take myself home, prepared to take on whatever the future held for Aiden and me. I picked my head up. Though I’d like Aiden to come over and spend the night, I didn’t want Bobby to end up confused, and I did need to get home in order to relieve the babysitter.
I was on the verge of telling him all of this when something else crossed my mind.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“How did you figure all of this out. I can kind of understand the stuff with Bobby, but everything else. How did you piece that together?”
Aiden’s cheeks colored, but for the life of me, I couldn’t guess why he would have any reason to feel embarrassed about figuring out a lot of what had happened.
“You promise not to laugh.”
“Well, if I find it amusing, I cannot promise you I will not giggle or chuckle. But I can say that I will try to be nice about it.”
What in the world could it be that Aiden felt the need to be so secretive about? It couldn’t be so scandalous that I would entirely lose my marbles over the prospect.
At least I didn’t think so.
“So, I hired a PI to do some digging. She was the one who helped me connect a lot of the dots.”
Thankfully, I didn’t start laughing, but that was because I didn’t think Aiden’s news was particularly funny. In fact, I was shocked that he would go so far just to reconnect with me.
“I love you, Aiden Harris. And I was a fool to ever let you go.”
“I feel the same exact way about you, Reagan.”
I angled my face upward and kissed Aiden with all the might I could muster. We had almost a decade of passion to catch up on. I was excited to keep this momentum going.
Epilogue - Reagan
Six Months Later…
We were finally introducing Aiden as Bobby’s dad to Bobby. The three of us had been spending a whole lot of time together. Aiden and I agreed that having the two of them get to know one another first was for the best. Bobby was in a very precarious emotional situation when Aiden first came into our lives. We didn’t want to push him closer to the edge.
That seemed like it was a good plan because, over the past few months, Bobby’s behavior really improved. Having Aiden in his life had done wonders for him. All of his teachers were astounded. He was quickly becoming a school favorite, and I was so proud of my little cherub.
“Mommy! Is he here yet?”
Ever since I told Bobby that Aiden was his father, he had been super hyper to see him. Aiden had to take a small business trip, so I told Bobby a couple of days before Aiden returned. The two of us thought he might want some time apart, just in case Bobby didn’t take the news well. But Bobby wanted to see Aiden immediately.
I kind of wished we’d done it differently because of how excited he was to see his dad, but Bobby had been able to keep that energy up for days, and this morning, he woke me up so early. But I wasn’t able to stay mad at my son.
“He should be here soon. Your father did say he was on his way.”
During the ‘get to know each other’ phase, Aiden and I also thought it would be best if we continued living apart. That evening we spent together in the clinic changed a lot of things for us, but there was still real life and the real world. I didn’t want to change things for Bobby too quickly. Plus, Aiden and I had just reconciled. We were mainly worried about messing things up again. Our love was tested once, and we had failed. We were being way more careful the second time.
Maybe we were overcautious, but at the end of that, all three relationships were stronger.
I was looking out the window when I saw Aiden’s car pull up. I knew he would be up in a couple of minutes, so I left my perch and went to fetch Bobby. He was mostly ready, so there wasn’t much I had to do.
The door opened a few seconds later — I gave Aiden a key ages ago — and his ever-familiar voice reverberated through the house. “Hello?”
Bobby perked up and ran out of the room before I could do anything. I could hear the two of them talking. It was too quiet to make out exactly what they were saying, so I went to join them in the kitchen. I stayed against the wall because I didn’t want to interfere too much with the reunion going on between the two of them.
“So, um, do you want me to call you Dad now?”
“If you want,” Aiden shrugged, kneeling down to Bobby’s height. “I know this might be a bit confusing. If calling me Aiden is easier, we can keep doing that. Whatever you want.”
Bobby turned around to look back at me. His eyes looked
inquisitive, but he didn’t say anything before turning back around.
“I think I’ll call you Dad. I like the way it sounds.”
Aiden chuckled and then mussed Bobby’s hair with his hand. It seemed like the two of them would continue to get along swimmingly. I knew even if today didn’t go well, Aiden wanted to put in the work. He told me he had already missed out on eight years, and he wasn’t planning on missing another second. Hearing that made me feel horrible, though I knew that wasn’t his intention. He was just expressing his emotions which we all entirely valid. And he always made sure to tell me he didn’t blame me for how things turned out.
We were healing together.
“Would you like to go back to my house? I would like to talk about the two of you moving in with me.”
“Yes!” Bobby lit up. He loved going to Aiden’s.
It was his family’s old mansion. Aiden said he hadn’t lived there since moving out right after I left, but since he was going to be spending more time in Aspen, he wanted to make a home of the mansion. I’d been taking Bobby over all the time. He’d even spent a couple of nights there just the two of them. Our son had grown to really love the place.
Bobby ran to his room to grab a few things giving me a little bit of time to speak with Aiden.
“That went well,” I commented, trying not to grin from ear to ear.
He looked down, somewhat hiding a blush. “I’d say so. I didn’t think he’d want to call me Dad so soon, but I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair.
Gently, I slid my hand under Aiden’s chin and tilted his hazel eyes to mine. “Yeah, he loves you, Aiden. I mean, how could he not.”
I gave the father of my son a quick peck on the cheek but couldn’t do more before Bobby ran in. He knew Aiden and I were together in that way adults were sometimes, but I’d never brought anyone around him in that context. I was still getting used to having different parts of my life come together, but I was excited.