by Lilly Wilde
I didn’t expect him to reply, but at least he didn’t show any signs of objecting.
“I want to start by giving you all the pleasure.” I went to the chest again and returned with an inclined pillow. I crawled to the center of the bed and slid my palms down his legs. “Can you lift for me? I need to place a pillow beneath you.” Once he was situated, I settled comfortably between his thighs. I focused my full attention on his man jewels, flicking my tongue over them and then taking each one into my mouth.
Maybe it was the lustful beats pulsing through the room that drew me deeper into this scenario. No. It wasn’t the music—it was him. Something about him made me want to be dirty, dirtier than I’d ever been, dirtier than I’d ever imagined. I wanted to do everything to him, and in turn, I was willing to let him do everything to me.
My fingers curved around his cock, stroking him…coaxing a release. Desperate for a pineapple-flavored reward and unable to resist the taste of his skin, I moved my lips over the wide crown and then greedily licked up and down the length of his penis. Aiden groaned and his body jerked, the cuffs at his wrists clanging against the iron of the headboard. I knew he wanted to grasp my head and guide me to take him all in, but he couldn’t. He was forced to lie beneath me and receive it however I wanted him to have it.
My hand trailed down to his balls, scratching them lightly with my fingernails as I slid his cock between my lips, gradually swallowing him, and then gasping for air as I popped him out of my mouth. I sucked him again, easing to the root, and again releasing him with a gasp. With my mouth on the head, I wrapped both hands around his dick, one hand stacked over the other, stroking him, moving up and down rhythmically while twisting my hands in opposite directions.
“Shit. Don’t stop,” he grunted.
My tongue traced the thick vein of his cock to the delicate skin below his sack. He hissed as I softly fondled his jewels between my fingers, lightly squeezing, and then gently nibbling while I stroked his shaft. His groans of pleasure urged me to continue, until I casually ran a finger over his asshole—and he immediately tensed. His groans all but stopped and his legs strained against the hold of the shackles.
“Please. Please, let me do this,” I begged. I pulled his cock into my mouth, jerking him with my hand as I toyed with the head and then I went back to his balls, licking over them and then moving my tongue down further over the sensitive area just above his anus. Aiden remained tense. “Relax. Let me make you feel good, baby.”
He still didn’t move.
“Please. Let me give you this. I promise—nothing harsh. Trust me.”
A few seconds passed, and he finally gave in to my urging. Before he started to show any further signs of resistance, I quickly slid my arms under his backside and wrapped my hands over his thighs. Moving closer to him, I slid my tongue slowly between his cheeks. When his breath caught, I stopped and gently kissed his forbidden area and then licked him a second time. I applied the slightest compression with my tongue, and a deep moan resonated from his chest. He was finally letting go and I wanted to take full advantage of it.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. I released one of his thighs and reached up to grab his cock, stroking it as my tongue explored, making a new discovery, opening a new door of pleasure for us both. His dick further hardened beneath my touch and after three more strokes of my hand, Aiden cursed, his body shuddering as he came hard. His arms jerked wildly, pulling at the restraints as his body arched. He had nothing to hold onto, nothing to ground him as his body fell prey to my hunger. He totally surrendered to the new intimacy of this moment. I watched with shameless pleasure as thick semen spilled endlessly onto the tight skin of his abdomen. When the last of him fell to his stomach, I pulled myself to my knees and hovered over him while I licked every drop of the sweet, creamy essence from his body.
Once I’d had my fill, I straddled him and crawled up his long, bound frame. I grasped his face and placed my lips on his. When his mouth opened to me, I shoved my tongue inside, sharing with him the taste of pineapple I’d come to love. I sucked his tongue, pulling it into my mouth and then finally releasing it. I kissed the side of his lips and then slid my tongue across the stubble of his jaw.
Once I was at his ear, I asked, “Do you want to eat my pussy?”
“Fuck yes,” he growled.
“Mmm. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
“Hell yes. I want every bit of you.” The hunger and desperation in his voice pulsed between my thighs.
I grabbed his earlobe between my teeth, and gently tugged. “I’m so hot for you. I’ve broken the kiss rule. I hope that’s okay.”
“Aria—”
“I’m not Aria. I’m Dr. Cason. And Dr. Cason wants to slide her tongue into that nice, tight ass of yours. Would you like that?” I purred, softly in his ear.
He paused for a beat and then said, “Yes.”
“Did you enjoy it? Did you like how my tongue felt?”
“Yes.”
Fuck. This was making me so hot. “Then tell me to do it again.”
“Lick it,” he murmured. “Do it again.”
“Mmm.” I was so turned on—even more so by the darkness his words implied. I rotated my body and then I inched back to his face and covered his mouth with the object of his desire. I leaned forward and took his thickness into my mouth just as his tongue speared my flesh. And like earlier, I was weakened by the skillfulness of his tongue and was soon coming in his mouth. I pressed my sex over his lips, smothering his face as he licked deeply inside me.
“Ah…yes, Aiden,” I moaned. “That feels so good, baby.”
I lifted myself from his mouth, my sex still throbbing as I repositioned myself on my knees between his opened legs and flicked my tongue over the sensitive skin beneath his balls. Aiden’s sharp hiss was an affirmation that my gentle probes had the desired effect. My tongue then lightly nudged the taut muscle…preparing him for what was next. I wanted to go deeper.
I moaned and kissed his inner thigh, as I eased my finger over the tight tissue of his anus. As my other hand moved up his body, my tongue darted in and out of my mouth, pushing into him in slow, sweet repetition, pleasuring him in ways he’d never before experienced.
I pulled his cock into my mouth just as I eased the tip of my pinky finger into the area that was new to us both. His muscles clenched as he again wrestled with the restraints, but after only a few tender pushes, his dick hardened, so I eased my finger in a little further, stroking gently inside him, and caressing that tender spot that took him over the edge. His huge cock throbbed in my hand as he hardened further still—he was going to come. I removed my finger and rushed to straddle his torso, sliding his pulsing erection into my aching cleft. I wanted to feel him erupt inside me. I held him in place and sank down to the base of his dick, and started rolling my hips. Aiden was without any means to control my movement or my pace so he thrust upward in time with my plunges, his head pressed into the pillow, his arms outstretched, as we connected with each fierce grunt.
He groaned over and over as his dick penetrated the depths of me. “Ah. Shit. Your pussy is so fucking good.”
The low, primal growls resonating from his chest summoned something deep within me. I lost control, riding him harder and faster, rolling my body over his with each downward plunge. And then I felt it—his cock hardening into steel as it jerked within the tight walls of my pussy. Aiden growled like a wild beast, shaking violently and pulling at the restraints as he exploded inside me. The sensations rose to a climax and then came splashing down, rolling through me as my body shook, my nails digging into him as I came, too, screaming his name and then collapsing on top of him. I placed sweet kisses along his chest until my breathing calmed, and then I reached up to remove the blindfold.
As soon as his eyes found mine, he said, “Kiss me.”
And I did…deeply and completely submerged in the only man who could ever make me feel, could ever make me love so very deeply.
I severed our kiss with one final peck and then I slid out the bed to remove his binding—first his ankles and then his wrists. I was alarmed by the welts when I removed the cuffs. I looked up at him as I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the marks on each wrist and then asked him to follow me.
“There’s another area that requires a small amount of research,” I said. I led him to the opposite side of the room to a red door. I opened it and we stepped inside. In the center of the room, hanging from the ceiling, was a sex swing. I turned to observe Aiden’s reaction.
He peered down at me and I explained, “This is the part I mentioned earlier. This is for you. For you to do to me whatever you want, however you want it. It’s your turn to take back the control.”
And that he did. As powerful and exhilarated as I felt with him shackled beneath me, it was nothing compared to this—to my total submission to him. I didn’t know until now, until he had secured me in the swing and started his merciless pounding—how much I needed to surrender to his control. Tonight had been difficult for him, because that wasn’t him. This…this was him. This was Aiden being Aiden. Seizing me, owning me and bending me to his will, while still giving me what I needed and fucking me like it was his only mission in life.
Chapter Twelve
Aiden and I stepped away from the obscurity of the building which had afforded us hours of exploration and indulgence. We stood outside awaiting the valet, and I couldn’t help but compare my feelings to those I’d had after my first visit to Seducente. They were nearly the same, but they were also vastly different. Once the valet delivered the car, we headed home, leaving the secrets of our night confined within the building that had come to represent something I never expected.
We were both quiet as the high we’d been riding all evening started to fade—another similarity to our last trip to Seducente. We’d once again shared a new experience that left us both deep in thought. And, truth be told, now that we’d stepped away from the shroud of that sexually charged atmosphere, I didn’t know what to say.
I felt his eyes on me but when I glanced at him, he quickly turned away.
Shit. Did I mess up? Did I go too far?
We approached a traffic light and once we came to a complete stop, Aiden flipped on some music. He was still quiet, looking straight ahead. This felt awkward. Why wouldn’t he say anything?
The entire ride home was absent of conversation—the only words were those coming from the car speakers. I felt I should say something, but I couldn’t get a read on his thoughts, so to avoid saying the wrong thing, I said nothing at all.
It was pretty late when we pulled into the garage. I was sure Lyric was asleep. Although he had a nursery at Dianna’s, she typically stayed at our house with him. I checked my phone and didn’t have any messages, so all was well in that regard, but what about Aiden? He had yet to say anything.
Aiden started upstairs, and since I didn’t know what else to do, I followed him. Once we were in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting for the quiet to end, but not a word was spoken. Only more silence.
Aiden removed his jacket and placed it over the back of the chair and then started unbuttoning his shirt as he disappeared into the bathroom. I didn’t understand what was happening. I started after him, and he was walking out just as I was entering.
We stared at each other for a brief moment, and just as I was about to ask him what was wrong, he tugged me toward him and sweetly kissed me. Then he grasped my hand and led me into the bathroom. The lights were dimmed and the tub was filling with water and bubbles. He started undressing me and when I was finally naked, he looked into my eyes, the dark green of his irises holding the light amber of mine. After a short measure, his eyes fell to the dark tresses on my shoulders. He went to the counter, grabbed a scrunchie, piled my hair atop my head and then guided me to the tub. I stepped in and sat back, looking at him as he finished undressing and then he stepped in behind me. I moved forward so that he could get comfortable, and then he kissed my neck and pulled me back to his chest. I sighed happily and rested in his embrace.
A nice relaxing bath—another likeness to our first visit to Seducente. But why the silence? I couldn’t figure out that part, but that was fine for now—at least he wasn’t upset with me. I could deal with the quiet until he was ready to talk.
After endless moments of contented silence, he reached for the body wash and started to bathe me. When he finished, he passed the sponge to me—it was my turn to bathe him. It was all so terribly intimate. Once we were both dry, he pulled me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. After pulling back the covers, he placed me in the bed and then slid in behind my naked body. He pulled me to his chest and held me tight against him.
“I love you,” he whispered.
I smiled to myself, happy that he’d finally broken his silence. “I love you, too.” And with that, I drifted off to sleep.
*
The following afternoon, I wandered into Aiden’s office in search of his signature stationary. I was seated at his desk about to grab a pen but stopped when I saw the framed picture. It was one from my blog of me during the last month of my pregnancy. Of all the pictures he could have of me, that was the one he’d chosen for his desk. Beside that picture was another one of our family—the three of us from last Christmas. I picked it up and traced my fingers across the images. My family—I had a family.
After placing the frame back in its proper place, I pulled out a piece of paper and started my note.
Mr. Raine,
Thank you for your participation. Although we had a rocky start, your contribution was every bit as rewarding as I was told it would be. My office will be sending out results of the experiment once we’ve had a chance to conduct similar studies with my other clients.
Sincerely,
Aria Cason, M.D.
I grabbed an envelope and printed his name on the front and then left the note on his desk.
Later, in my home office, I was busy rearranging some of the books on one of the shelves when I heard Aiden step into the room. I looked toward the door and saw that he was holding the note I’d written.
“You know you’ve spoiled me now,” he said and walked over to me. “And FYI, the only client you’ll ever have in this capacity,” he said as he waved the note, “is me. Do you understand?”
“You’re the only client I want.”
“Good,” he said. He smacked my ass and then pulled me into his arms, his mouth crushing down onto mine.
My dominant, sexy and controlling fiancé was back. Aiden had the sophistication and charm that would bring any woman to her knees. He was an intellectual man of great wealth and power, and he possessed a distinguished air that inspired respect—he was one of society’s elite. You’d never know that just a few hours ago, he was shackled to an iron bed in a sex club, and that my tongue had been in his most intimate of places and, most of all, that he’d enjoyed it.
Chapter Thirteen
Mr. & Mrs. Connor Raine
Request the honor of your presence
to witness the joining of
Aiden Wyatt Raine
and
Aria Gabrielle Cason
Saturday, The Eleventh of June
Two Thousand and Sixteen
At Five o’clock in the afternoon
Calle Tiepolo 1364, 30125 Venezia, Italy
~ ~ ~
Reception to Follow
*
The time was drawing near. We’d be leaving for Italy next week and I was a nervous wreck. I had another dress fitting tomorrow and firm instructions to not lose or gain weight. I was more worried about the former because my appetite was decreasing with each passing day.
Aiden was the exact opposite. It was smooth sailing with him. He’d been joking, laughing, eating like a horse and fucking the hell out of me every chance he had. Not that I was complaining, because sex with him was nev
er far from my mind.
*
It was twilight. I was standing in front of Aiden—his arms wrapped around my waist as he nuzzled my neck and pulled me closer. I marveled at the breathtaking hues of the Italian sky, the clouds having caught the last red-orange rays of the setting sun—a beautiful backdrop to the striking architectural designs that zigzagged the skyline.
When Aiden pointed out the palace in which we’d be married, I rested my head on his chest and basked in the surreal moment. He was so happy, but I knew he was worried about me. I was just as happy as he was, but I was drained. I’d been coping with varying emotions for the past several weeks, and it had gotten the better of me. I’d even wasted energy trying to convince myself of one thing, when I knew I felt something else. I loved Aiden…desperately…and I didn’t regret my decision to be his wife, but dealing with Sienna had driven me mad.
Preparing for a wedding of this caliber, adapting to life as a mother, and missing my own mom, was a lot to handle for someone like me. And the news of my father—that he was alive—I was still struggling with that. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to meet Lyric. I wanted to hug him and cry for all the years I’d resented him, for the years we’d all suffered.
The family and I arrived in Venice during the early afternoon and enjoyed the comforts of the villa we’d rented. There was an unending stream of energy flowing amongst the Raine clan. Sienna was beaming with happiness and Connor was…well, I wasn’t quite sure what Connor’s angle was. He and Aiden seemed to have removed the layer of angst between them, but I’d observed them both enough to know it wasn’t genuine. They were both biding time, but for what?