by Kate Stewart
“You’ll pay for that.”
“I hope so,” I flirted, wrapping his finger tightly with the towel.
“You really are a beautiful woman, Nina.” He was watching me as I searched his cabinets for a bandage, coming up empty. I turned to him in question as he continued. “And really fucking dangerous for me.”
Suddenly, all the humor was sucked out of the room as Aiden turned back to his cooking. Scrambling to gain some balance back, I offered a hand, which he refused. Minutes later, I could still feel the heaviness as we dined in silence. I glanced at him as he studied his plate, refusing to look at me.
“I’ve hurt you and ruined this,” I said, waving the white flag. “I mean, I know you’re trying, but I ruined this, haven’t I?” I pushed my plate away, suddenly sick. “I should go.” I looked up to see Aiden gripping his towel that rested on his shoulder. He moved it to wipe his mouth then grabbed my hand.
“I just don’t see a way around it,” he bit out, as if we were having a conversation I was just joining. “Around making you pay.” His eyes flared as I swallowed slowly. Playful Aiden was gone, and I found myself afraid of him for the first time. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but somehow I knew our dynamic had changed, and I didn’t know if we would ever get it back.
“Aiden, I want so much for us to be okay again. I do.”
“I don’t think I can be the nice guy you want me to be right now. I’m pretty fucking mad.”
“I’ll just go.” I reached over and kissed him on the cheek. He slammed his fist down on the table, making me jump, the sudden noise ruining me and putting my already torn nerves on high alert. I braved one last look, and he struck out, gripping me tightly and pulling me into his lap.
“I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know he was your cousin. I knew you weren’t brothers and that was enough for me.”
“And when you let him fuck you?!” I flinched. He pushed me down to the bottom of his thighs as he freed his throbbing cock from his sweatpants. I licked my lips, feeling the instant longing then looked up at him.
“Where should I put my cock tonight, naughty Nina? In your lying fucking mouth, or you treacherous pussy?” I wanted to shy away from his anger, but instead, I was turned…the…fuck…on. I slapped him anyway, feigning offense, and saw the small smile form on his lips before disappearing. He gripped me roughly as he pulled me off of his lap, pushing me toward his kitchen island.
My mind scrambled as his glowing eyes burned into me. “I’m supposed to forgive you for letting him have this,” he hissed as he cupped my sex over my thin, white shorts. I ground my hips, wanting to feel the delicious friction. I gripped him back, sliding my hands up and down the smooth, soft skin that covered his hard, thick muscle.
“Put it anywhere you want, Aiden,” I invited, my chest heaving fast. He saw my fear and called my bluff.
“Big mistake,” he snapped, ripping my shorts free, and not bothering to hold back his contempt for the rest of my clothes as he shredded through them. I was face down on the counter, bracing myself for the worst. I felt the burn in my scalp as he held me there, his hand fisted in my hair. I felt the violence threatening to escape him in his fucking. It was tangible in the air as I waited, pussy dripping in anticipation.
“You’re a ready whore,” he hissed as I jerked my head up, but he forced it down. “I cooked the dinner. Dined like a lady and fucked like a whore, remember?”
“Then shut up and do it,” I hissed back, suddenly unafraid and ready to fight, angry at his power over me. Sensing my fury, he let me up. I whirled on him, clawing his now bared chest.
“I was Devin’s whore, now you proclaim I’m yours? Fuck you.” His eyebrows shot up as he stopped my assault. Pressing his forehead to mine, he wrapped his arms around me as we stood naked in his kitchen. I tried to wriggle free as he held me tightly to him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to hold it against you. I’m sorry. We all have our weakness, and right now mine is you.”
I stopped fighting as I looked up at him. He seemed sincere. I surprised myself with my next words.
“Punish me.” His eyes widened. “Please, Aiden.” He took a step back and grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs. When we reached the top, I held his hand tightly as he led me to his bedroom. I felt the familiar stir of memories of all the times he’d had me and looked at him with longing.
“Can we really do this?” I had unintentionally spoken my thought aloud, and he paused as if to let me know I had to answer the question for myself. I began to breathe heavily as I looked at the beautiful man still trying to handle my indecision. I was hesitating because of Devin, and somehow I was sure he knew it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Making a quick decision, I sank to my knees, gripping his hard cock and licking my lips. He jerked my chin up to meet his eyes as I readied my mouth.
“You look at me with every fucking twirl of your tongue and move of your lips. The minute you look away, I will punish you.”
I nodded, taking him into my mouth, our eyes locked. He stood perfectly still as I sucked him mercilessly, scraping the top of my nails over his thighs and then purposefully digging them into his skin to draw blood. He bit his lip in approval as he glared down at me, my mouth working frantically to soothe the hurt I’d caused him. I felt his length harden further as a burst of pre-cum invaded my mouth, and it spurred me on.
I let my eyes water, taking him deep, but never closing them so he could see my apology. He pulled himself out of my mouth as I dove back in, trying to recapture him. Standing me up, he gripped my throat then pushed me onto his nightstand, my back knocking off the lamp.
He invaded me without pause, thrusting into me furiously as I screamed out his name. He stopped briefly to throw the lamp on the bed, using the cord to bind my wrists over my head, securing them around the post. I heard the thump of the lamp behind me as it hit the headboard with each solid push of his hips. The sharp end of the stand bit into the top of my back as he filled me over and over. He lifted my legs and hooked them over his shoulders as he fisted my breasts painfully. I lifted my hips to match his movement, unbelieving of the build behind it.
Feeling the orgasm start around his cock, I shuddered with pleasure just as he robbed me of it by pulling out. “No!” I cried as I lost the sensation. He gripped himself, bringing it back to my mouth, I opened wide as he shot into me, unforgiving. His eyes told me not to protest as I licked the last of him and took it inside. He unplugged the lamp, untied my wrists then pulled me to his chest. I couldn’t hide my disappointment as he laughed at me openly.
“Wow, you are such a sore loser,” he said, grinning down at me.
“You might want to let that loss sit a little better. I have the rest of my punishment to dish out.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, you thought punishment meant pleasure. Well, that’s the point, isn’t it, naughty girl? You see, I’m in charge of your pleasure. It’s time you learned that. Get on the floor, all fours.”
§§
Hours later, I was out of my mind as Aiden tortured me with his cock, his lips, and fingers. I was aroused beyond repair, and still, he hadn’t freed me, knowing exactly when I was on the verge and taking it away as soon as I was close. He’d slapped my hands hard every time I tried to touch myself.
“You haven’t earned it!”
Frustration rolled off me with every knowing smirk he gave. I would never ask Aiden to punish me again.
We lay in his bed a tangled mess as he chuckled at me pouting into his chest. My face was on fire with heat and need, and I couldn’t stop moving. I tried my best to get away from him, but he knew exactly what I would do.
I was a broken mess, turned on to the point of tears as he held me tightly to him. I looked up in anger as he continued his endless release of humor at my expense. When I caught his eyes, he was back. My Aiden was back, and suddenly it didn’t matter what state I was in.
“Hi,” I said, holding him tighter to me, kissing the underside of his tattoo, slowing my kiss at his nipple, biting it softly with my teeth.
“Hi,” he said, catching on.
I felt his forgiveness as he looked down at me. We spent the rest of the night talking as he kept me from leaving the bed until I fell asleep.
§§
I woke with my legs parted and Aiden’s tongue bathing me. I smiled down at him as his fiery eyes turned my greeting into begging.
“Jesus, Aiden, please let me come.” I gripped his blond hair in an attempt to keep his mouth where it was as he chuckled, slightly sucking on my folds before pulling away.
“We’ll see.” I let out a loud, frustrated groan as he licked and sipped on my swollen pussy until I was at that point and pulled away.
“Fuck, fuck, no, Aiden, please. I’m begging you!”
“And you will continue to until I see fit.” I slapped at his chest, my frustration getting the best of me as I wriggled beneath his huge muscled frame, the sight of him hard and ready only angering me further. He pinned me beneath him, sucking my nipples as he taunted me with his cock playing between my legs.
“Stop, please. I can’t take it anymore.” Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to avoid what his coaxing touch was doing to me.
“Open your eyes, Nina.” I kept them closed as he licked down my stomach.
“Now,” he ordered in a sharp tone.
I opened them reluctantly, only to be met with the sexiest version of him imaginable. I studied him, taking in his features and his taut, muscled arms braced over me, the small amount of stubble growing on his chin.
I had done so much begging I had no choice but to stop. I was defeated.
I was punished.
Aiden stopped his assault as if he sensed the small break in me. He took my hand, pulling me to him and leading me to the bathroom. We showered together then went downstairs. I stayed silent over breakfast, my emotions still getting the best of me as I watched him eat.
“Eat your breakfast, Nina,” he chided before taking a sip of his coffee.
“I told you I wasn’t hungry.” Wow. Even I recognized the childish tantrum I was throwing. I waited a patient and respectable amount of time before excusing myself.
“I have to get to work.”
I couldn’t even pretend to be civil at that point. I was burning, every muscle in my body screaming for release.
“Not so fast.” He stood, turning me away from him, wrapping his arms around me.
“Today, I want you thinking of me filling you with this.” He pressed himself into my backside, and I realized how close I still was. So fucking close.
“And when you finish your day,” he whispered into my ear, licking the shell and then pulling at my lobe, “choose the place and I’ll meet you there and give you the best orgasm of your life.”
He turned me to him, pulling slowly at my lips until I relented, letting him taste me fully. He pulled back, closing our kiss, his eyes intent on mine.
“No touching. Don’t do it and I promise you it will feel like your first one.”
“Okay,” I agreed as he smiled warmly at me.
“I’m trying, Nina.”
“I know.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think we should get away, you know. Just go somewhere. No past, no future, just the present.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I felt my heart flutter with excitement as I took his slightly larger lower lip into my mouth, sucking greedily.
“Where are you thinking?” he asked, taking his lip back and tucking it in his mouth.
“Hmm, how about I let you decide.”
“I’ll think about it today.” He swatted my ass, dismissing me.
Walking outside, I sighed happily with a greeting. “Good morning, Cedric.”
He looked at me sideways as I greeted him. If he was expecting some sort of walk of shame, he would be sourly disappointed. I buried the guilt associated with Devin as we drove back to my house so I could shower and change.
When I reached the office, I kept busy throughout the course of the day, my needy sex pulsing constantly as a reminder of what was to come. I’d never been so excited. I thought about the ways he’d taken me last night, as an assured lover whose skills were phenomenal, especially in the area of knowing my body well enough to keep me in this state. By midday, I was tapping my foot underneath my desk, trying horribly to cure the unrelenting ache. As if sensing my discomfort, Aiden texted me.
Aiden: Don’t fucking touch it.
Nina: I really hate you right now.
I hit my phone. “Taylor, when is our last meeting?” Breathless, I needed this to end. I had no patience left.
“Our last meeting is downtown at four. I arranged it there because of the construction.” Our floor was currently undergoing serious renovations due to Taylor’s new position and our plans to expand.
“Give me that address.”
I texted Aiden with orders to be there at four-thirty.
It dawned on me suddenly that in my hours with Aiden I hadn’t once feared for my life, or worried about the state of it. I’d simply been living it. It reminded me of a happier time. A time when…
I was so done going there.
“Oh, what a tangled web we weave…when first we practice to deceive.”
― Walter Scott
§§
Devin
I looked up from my phone to see Eileen hovering over me on the porch. Hanging up, I looked at her with bored and impatient eyes. For three weeks, I’d been in this hell. Three fucking weeks all I’d known about Nina was that she was a prisoner in her own home, alone, and without Aiden. That much was comforting.
“We need to make an appearance at the Admiral’s Club for the Marions’ birthday party.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Devin, for Christ’s sake, I haven’t been out of this house in three weeks!”
My head was splitting with the shriek of her voice. I needed the space as well. We were close to finding out exactly who she’d hired, and as soon as that was solved, I would have my freedom.
Glancing at my watch, I addressed her. “Ready to confess?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed as I followed her from the patio to the kitchen, pointing to the island barstool.
“Sit.” She hesitated before taking the seat.
“I want it on tape, Eileen. A video of you confessing to hiring a hit on Nina.”
“Devin, I told you I called it off.” Her posture was that of a spoiled teenager, and I couldn’t help but reason this woman was not well. She clearly had more going on than I’d ever cared to understand. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do.
“This is a divorce decree.” I laid the paperwork in front of her. “This is the title for the plantation. I’ve signed it over to you. You can have all of our assets except for my boat. It’s all there. I’ll call Byron over, and we can finally finish this.”
She looked at me as if I was an idiot. “You want this in exchange for my confession that I tried to kill your whore? Devin, it won’t happen.” She crossed her arms confidently across her chest after pushing the paperwork back in my direction.
“Yes it will,” her mother snapped behind her. “Stupid, stupid girl, did I teach you nothing?”
Eileen froze in her chair, sweat instantly beading on her forehead. Her mother had always been her kryptonite. I cursed my stupidity in my earlier attempts to sway her on my own. My greatest ally was the woman who had ruined her. It took very little to convince her mother about Eileen’s latest evil deed, which is why she decided to intervene, for the sake of reputation. I’d only lightly threatened to take the ordeal public in an attempt to persuade her. In exchange for my freedom, I would take away my wife’s. Eileen would be spending the next ninety days under observation at the Charleston Mental Institute. When bargaining with her mother, I agreed to complete discretion as she “sought the help her daughter so desperately n
eeded.” Eileen looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“Take the plantation, marry Thomas, and let me go.” She looked at her mother, wide-eyed and full of excuses.
“He’s speaking nonsense, Mother. His claims are ridiculous.”
“Give him what he wants, Eileen. Clearly, you have failed him.” I felt the snap in Eileen then; it was tangible. It was also a beacon of hope for me. She picked up the pen and put it down, swiping her hand in the air.
“No, I’m not doing this again. Not without—”
“Byron,” I called as he entered the kitchen. With her mother and lawyer present, I was free. I had no doubts but stayed as my wife unraveled, apologizing to her mother, and refusing to look at me.
I grabbed my keys as I heard Byron’s briefcase click shut. A celebratory drink at the club may just be what I needed.
Game over.
A text came through, making my blood boil.
She was at his home last night.
And I was so close to gloating.
I sent a text of my own.
Devin: YOU CANNOT HAVE HER.
“Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.”
― Oscar Wilde
§§
Nina
I finished my meeting with ten minutes to spare. Preparing the conference room, I frosted the privacy glass, turned on the radio, and ordered chilled champagne. For some reason, I was nervous as I waited on Aiden. I opted to do the deed where my meeting was held, a comfortable lounge with plenty of seating. I’d suffered through twenty-five minutes of ass kissing only to hand over money I would have willingly given without prompting. Aiden was all I saw, his attempt to keep my attention solely on him had paid off, and I was just about to show him how much. I wondered where he decided we would escape to.
Getting away with Aiden was becoming more appealing by the second as they ticked by. Adjusting my skirt, I smirked knowing I was pantyless underneath. There really was no point with Aiden.