by Suzy Shearer
Aiden laughed. It was filled with sex.
“I don’t even have to ask what you were just thinking.” He leant across the table and whispered. His voice tempted her with sensuous promises. “I know.”
They’d gotten back into the car and continued their drive. Aiden had taken her hand and pulled on her plait.
“I like this.” He tugged harder and she bent her head toward him. “I think you should wear it like this from now on unless I say otherwise.” He pulled even harder. Jessica’s head was close to his thigh.
He groaned. “Should I?”
She knew what he was thinking, and she had to admit, she was thinking the same thing.
“Probably end up crashing. Still I think we might find a spot to pull over.”
He kept the pressure on her hair as he continued driving. Her head was almost resting on his leg. She felt the car pull over.
“Unzip me.”
He stretched his legs out and with shaking hands Jess unzipped his jeans. Aiden shimmied down a little and pulled on his jeans until his cock burst free.
“Do it!” he ordered.
Jess slid his cock into her mouth. She wriggled a hand into his jeans so she could rub and massage his balls at the same time. With her other hand, she held the base of his shaft. She felt Aiden wrap her plait around his fist and use it to push her on and off his dick.
Jess used her tongue, poking it into the eye. With her teeth she rubbed them against the underside. Aiden was breathing heavily as she continued to suck him. She was so aroused, she worried she would have a wet spot on her jeans. Aiden pushed her head harder, and she could feel him lifting his hips in time to her movements.
She went to move back up the shaft when she felt him tense. He shoved her head hard as he filled the back of her throat with his seed. She swallowed quickly and kept licking and sucking until he stopped jerking.
She felt him release her hair so she sat up. Aiden had his eyes closed, his head against the back of his seat. A few minutes later, after checking there was no other traffic, he got out and fixed his jeans, then sat back behind the wheel. He reached out and pulled her plait again, this time toward his face. He roughly kissed her, his tongue forcing its way between her teeth. Then his kiss turned gentle, soft. It made her sink against him in the confines of the car. When they broke apart, he looked at her.
“God, Jess, the things you make me feel.” He shook his head in surprise, and Jessica wondered just what it was that he felt. “We’d better go before I strip you and fuck you over the bonnet.”
Regretfully, she grinned as he put the car into gear and drove back onto the road. He seemed distracted as they continued driving. Jess put her hand on his leg and he covered it with his own. They were silent for about half an hour. Jess noticed Aiden shook his head a few times. She wondered if she’d done something wrong. She was about to ask him when he groaned.
“I can’t do this.”
She looked at him in surprise. “This? What? Us?”
“I promised myself I would take you out for a drive, promised today I would behave and be a gentleman but you’re such a temptation. I want to prove that a Dom doesn’t always want sex, doesn’t always demand.”
Jessica sighed with relief. She thought he meant he couldn’t do a relationship with her. He glanced across and must have read her fear on her face. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Don’t look so worried, my Jess. I can’t get you out of my head. Now all I want to do is make love but I don’t want you to think that’s all I want.”
He shook his head ruefully.
“I shouldn’t have made you give me that head job.” He sounded so sad. “Now all I can see in my mind is you naked and screaming in pleasure. I wanted today to be for you.”
Jessica was surprised, surprised that he seem genuinely upset. She squeezed his leg.
“Don’t be sad, Aiden. I’m honestly having a wonderful day. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed something like this.”
“I wanted to bring you here to the mountains because you said you love trees and being among them.”
“I do and we are.” Feeling more confident around him, she added, “I…I enjoyed doing that to you. It excited me too.”
He took his eyes off the road and looked at her before turning them back.
“It did?”
She gave a little giggle. “It most certainly did.”
“Damn!”
“What now?”
“Now I want to have you even more, now I know you’re excited.”
He glanced at his watch.
“Damn you, Jessica Williams!”
He checked the road then swung the car around. She burst out laughing.
“Don’t laugh, missy, or I’ll make you pay.”
“Maybe I want you to.”
He groaned. “Oh god, Jess.”
He took the Boxster up to the legal top speed. They zoomed through the forest for another hour until they were back at the top of the mountain. Aiden rubbed his thumb against her hand.
“Can I take you to my home? It’s close.”
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
“Good.”
He continued driving for another ten minutes, then pulled into a set of coded gates in the middle of a vast brick wall tastefully covered here and there in ivy. He punched in a code, then drove along a winding road. Jess caught her breath when she saw the house.
It had been built into the side of the mountain and was on several levels. It seemed to blend in with its surroundings, not enforcing its presence on the landscape. As they pulled up, she could see the front of the house on every level was glass, with a large wooden deck in front of each. Each level seemed to cascade out. Below was a rock pool, built to blend naturally with the landscape. Trees hugged the house, enveloped it, and Jess immediately fell in love.
Aiden helped her out of the car. She’d kicked off her shoes in the car and fumbled to put them back on. Aiden told her not to bother and unlocked the front door. On this level was a large paved area. There were a couple of hallways leading off it as well as a wide staircase. He led her to the stairs, and as they began to climb an older woman came out.
“Oh Mr. Dowling. I didn’t expect you back this early.” Jess heard a strong Irish accent in the woman’s voice. She looked friendly and approachable, not like his secretary.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Collins. This is Ms. Williams.”
Before Jess had a chance to say anything, Aiden continued moving her up the stairs. At the top he glanced at his watch then looked back. Jess caught a quick glance and saw it was just after three o’clock.
“Oh, Meara, can you make us something to eat later? Maybe about seven?”
“Certainly, Mr. Dowling.”
She gave Jessica a friendly smile and shrugged her shoulders as if to say “men.” Jess grinned back as Aiden pulled her around a corner and out of sight of the woman. At the top of another flight of stair, he pointed around and said, “Guest bedrooms on this level. Come on.”
Another flight.
“The living areas are all on this level. There’s a dining room too. Kitchen’s at the side. Mrs Collins and her husband live at the side of the house in the lodge.”
More stairs.
“Have a gym and indoor lap pool here.” He shrugged. “Some other rooms.”
Once more, they climb up stairs.
“Last lot.”
He was practically dragging her now. At the top of the stairs was a vast open area. There were couches scattered here and there, she could see lots of shelves filled with books and a stereo system.
“My level. Sitting room.”
He waved his arm around. The room was enormous. Jessica wanted to stop and admire the wonderful view but Aiden had other things on his mind. Pulling her along, he entered his bedroom. This was enormous. It seemed to jut out over and into the forest.
A huge bed took centre stage. Windows on three sides gave the impression that the
room was a tree house. It was breathtaking!
He swung her around and into his arms.
“Ah, Jess, at last.”
His mouth descended onto hers. She wrapped her arms around him. The kiss blew her mind! She was glad he had his arms around her.
She once heard someone say that when she’d been kissed, her toes curled. Jess realised what she meant as she felt her toes dig into the soft carpet in answer to his kiss. She clung to him as he took her soaring into heavenly delight with his kiss. He was kissing as if she were the only thing that would save him. Like a drowning man clinging to a life raft.
He finally stopped kissing her and held her at arm’s length.
“Now, Ms. Williams, I want you out of those clothes.” He looked around the room.
“You will remove them, then kneel there.” He pointed close to the window in front of the bed. “You will kneel with your hands behind you and your knees apart. You will not move. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I will be back. Strip.”
Chapter Fourteen
Aiden didn’t watch to make sure she complied but turned away and left the room. He took the stairs two at a time, going down to the gym floor where he had his “toys” hidden. Once there, he went into the room that he kept his secret stash. Opening the cupboard, he looked at the things in there.
His flogger and paddle were on the floor where he had dropped them yesterday. He picked them up and put them on a shelf. He took a few hanks of rope down and grinned to himself. He had a set of clover nipple clamps somewhere, he was sure of it. Rummaging through the shelves, he finally found them.
He felt in his pocket for his wallet and pulled it out. Although he had intended not making love to Jess, something had prompted him to put a few condoms in it. He was thankful. It would be damn awful if he couldn’t fuck her.
At this point in their relationship, he didn’t think he needed anything else.
He climbed back up the stairs and strode through the sitting area of his suite. As he walked in the bedroom, he glanced across. Jess was exactly as he’d ordered. She looked perfect kneeling naked, waiting for him.
He threw the rope on the bed and went into the bathroom. He carefully washed the clamps. They’d never been used, he’d bought them on a whim years back, but they’d been on the shelf all that time.
In fact, it had been many years since he’d used a sub. Maybe ten. It hadn’t been as exciting as it was when he first starting practising Dominance. Maybe it was because in the back of his mind, he wanted something more than just a sub. He was forty-two that last time and looking back, he realised he was looking for a partner, someone to love as well as a submissive. He could feel that tingle of excitement building up. Maybe, just maybe, he’d found her.
Walking back into the bedroom, he took off his shoes and T-shirt.
His cock felt tight in his jeans and he adjusted it to give a little relief. Ms. Williams was going to make it a lot harder, that’s for sure.
He sat down on the end of the bed and admired the view. He had always love looking through the glass to the forest surrounding his home but now, now Jess enhanced the view. She hadn’t moved. He was pleased. Aiden grinned to himself. She would be getting more and more aroused, wondering what was going to happen, wondering how long she would have to wait.
He was so happy she was a true submissive. Even though she’d been through hell and back, she still wanted this lifestyle. Aiden was glad but, amazingly, he knew if she hadn’t, he would have been as vanilla as she wanted, as long as they could be together.
He stood and walked toward her, stopping behind her. He leaned forward.
“Now, Ms. Williams, I will give you a choice. Either I tie you to that chair over there or…”
He saw Jessie swiftly turn her head then turn it back to the front. The chair was a wooden frame, with wooden slats for its back but with a soft cushion.
“Or I allow you to sit on it with your hands behind you holding onto the back slats.”
He walked to the front of her and lifted her face to look at him.
“If you let go, everything will stop. Your choice. Answer?”
“I’ll hold on, Sir.”
Aiden gave a little self-satisfied smirk. He intended to teach Jess all about who was in charge, and this was a good way to start. She’d been given a choice and she’d heard the consequences. He was trying to show her that being with a real Dom meant negotiation and choices. It meant trust.
“Move now.”
She stood swiftly and went to the chair. She sat daintily on it, then slid her hands behind her, grasping the rungs on the back. Aiden walked slowly toward her.
“These are the rules. You will not let go. You will not climax until, or if, I say. I may choose to deny you that reward. If you do either, I will stop. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft, breathless.
He intended to make her squirm, make her let go. He knew it had been years, if ever, since she’d had to hold back her orgasms. Aiden knew how hard it had been for her the few times he’d told her to hold off coming. He smiled a devilish smile at her and was rewarded when she sucked in her breath.
Stepping behind her, he pulled down hard on her plait, making her bend her head backward, her face to the ceiling. He bent to savagely kiss her.
He thought to himself, if she only knew. If she only knew what she did to him.
He had a hard time controlling himself around her, let alone controlling her. He might seem the confident Dom on the outside to her, might look cool and calm, but inside he was filled with anxiety that he would do something wrong that he would make her old fears surface. He felt like a green novice instead of a fifty-two year old who’d been a strong Dom since he’d become sexually active, even if he was out of practise.
But threatening to overwhelm him was this deep feeling for her. Since day one, she’d become the only thing he thought about. It scared him a little. Was he finally, after all these years, falling in love? Was she the one woman he’d been searching for?
He felt in his pocket for the clamps, jiggling them. She would be wondering what he had. He stepped around, then knelt in front of her. Because her hands were pulled tight behind her, her magnificent breasts stood proud. They were round and full, and each time he saw them, he wanted to bury his head between them.
He’d fuck them later, he thought.
He looked in appreciation at her body. She was lushly padded. Her body held delights. He hated skinny women, and Jess was everything he desired in a woman. A real woman with heaps of curves, taut, but cuddly and soft. He reached out and began to massage one breast. Her nipple began to pebble. He rubbed it. It hardened. He pulled it gently. She moaned softly.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out one clamp.
Tugging on the nipple until it was hard and stretched, he quickly clamped it.
Jess started.
He grinned.
Then he turned his attention to the other. He tweaked and twisted it, then bent forward to suck on it. Teasing it with his teeth. Then he clamped it as well.
With his hands on her knees, he spread her legs apart. She was so wet, she glistened.
He used one finger to rub up and down her slit “Move to the edge without releasing your hands.”
She wriggled forward until only the cheeks of her arse were on the edge of the seat. That’s better, he thought.
He pinched her clit between his finger and thumb. He felt it harden, like a small pearl, sandwiched by them. All the time he was mindful of her fears. He didn’t want to do anything to scare her. Instead he would tease and play.
He pushed one finger into her cunt. It was soft, velvety, and very wet. He pulled the finger out and held it to her mouth.
“Clean it.”
She sucked on his finger as he moved it in and out her mouth. He pulled it out with a soft pop before pushing it back into her cunt. With his other hand, he pulled down on the chain dangling from o
ne of the clamps, and she flinched as its tiny jaws clamped tighter on her nipple.
He inserted another finger, hooking round until he felt the rough surface of her G-spot. She mewled in the back of her throat and tensed. Aiden smothered a grin. He began tapping and rubbing the spot. Teasing and tempting her into coming. He saw her push her toes hard into the carpet. He increased the tapping. He could hear her breathing rapidly, trying hard to hold back the hovering orgasm.
He could be kind, he could show her mercy, but he didn’t.
He pushed another finger in and with his thumb he pressed against her clit while continuing his assault on her G-spot. She was whimpering.
He heard her tiny whisper, “Please!”
He ignored it and continued his assault on her. Just to make sure, he tugged the other chain. She gave a little scream, and he felt her tighten her butt cheeks, clenching, trying to hold back. He knew she couldn’t last much longer. His thumb, his fingers on the G-spot, the tugging chain were weaving their magic.
The little high pitched voice cried “Ah.”
She was trying desperately to resist. Another tug, another tap, another rub.
“No,” she whimpered.
He ducked his head, lest she see his grin. Her toes were curled so tightly, trying to do anything to stop her orgasm. He flicked her clit with his thumbnail. That was all it took.
She exploded.
She screamed.
She cried.
She held his fingers in a viselike grip.
He looked up.
Her face was flushed. She was panting. He could feel her pulsing on his fingers. Her mouth was open as she gasped in more air.
Aiden stood.
He waited until she was back down on earth, then he leant forward and whispered in her ears.
“You came without permission.”
“I’m… I’m sorry, Sir,” she stuttered.
“Stand up.”
She stood shakily.
“Walk to the bed.”
She almost stumbled as she walked to the bed. He followed.