by May Raymond
Aly couldn’t believe this. Aiden was kissing her as if his life depended on it and her panties were soaked in anticipation. His hand was now sliding up under her sweater, cupping her bra-clad breast and squeezing her rapidly growing nipple.
She gasped and threw her head back. His lips trailed down her neck as his fingers moved across to her other breast and gave that one the same consideration as the first. She went from sleepy to wide awake in seconds as his hands kneaded and pinched her engorged tips.
Pushing her sweater up and pulling down her bra, his mouth captured one turgid peak between his teeth and bit down, sending lightning bolts down to her clit and causing her to lift her body up to meet his mouth. He sucked hard then pulled back and licked across the tip.
Taking both of her slim wrists in one of his big hands, he raised her arms above her head, as firmly as if they were tied. She didn’t protest, seeming to relax into him even more as control was taken away from her.
He murmured against her hot skin, “Your tits are gorgeous. I could suck and bite on them all day. They would look so pretty in some jewelled clamps.”
She shivered. Nipple clamps had sometimes featured in her books but she had never had the pleasure…or pain…of them on her body before.
She felt him grin against her skin as he felt her reaction to his words.
His tongue went back to licking across her swollen buds. Then his moist mouth pulled the tender tip in to suckle on her sweetness. The steady pull had heat building in her pussy. Her panties were soaked and her clit tingling as he relentlessly used his mouth to bring her to the edge of reason.
His free hand slipped down into the waistband of her skirt, slid across her mound and feathered across her clit. The little bud of nerves came to full attention and she let out a little cry as his finger circled the most sensitive part of her. He dipped lower, sliding one finger into her, then out, using her juices to ease the delicious friction he was causing.
Her muscles tightened and she felt herself tossed to the edge…and then over the precipice as a strong, mind-numbing orgasm shook her to the core.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. Come for me. Let it go…I’ve got you.”
He slowed his circling of her clit but didn’t fully stop until she shrieked and flew apart again as he drew one rosy-pink, hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
Her eyes fluttered open and she was suddenly acutely embarrassed. He still held her hands above her head and she was half-naked in front of a comparative stranger.
Seeing her discomfort, he allowed her to pull her arms down and drag her sweater back down over her swollen breasts. Her face turned beetroot as she stammered, “Oh God. What have I done? I’ve never…oh no…what must you think of me?”
She tried to climb up off of the sofa but strong hands held her in place and he ran a finger down her flushed cheek.
“Hush now. You’ve done nothing wrong. You just enjoyed a little release of the tension that you’ve had all day. There’s no shame in that. And you were so fucking beautiful when you came apart. Come here.”
He sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap, encircling her with his strong arms. She laid her head against his chest and the feeling she had earlier came back.
He held her as her breathing slowed and she relaxed. Kissing the top of her head he decided that if he was right about her submissive tendencies, now might be a good time to talk about them.
“Have you ever been restrained like that before?”
Closing her eyes, she shook her head. She couldn’t be any more embarrassed than she was at the moment.
“Look at me.”
This time she obeyed him immediately. He searched her face for a minute as she squirmed under his intense gaze, then his smile widened as if he had seen something he liked.
“Have you ever heard of the term BDSM?”
If she could have sunk into the ground she would have.
Stuttering again, she finally answered, “Um…yes…I’ve read about it. I’ve never done any of it though because Sean always thought it was freaky.”
Aiden raised his eyebrows in question.
“But you wanted to? No…don’t close your eyes again. There’s no shame in wanting to explore your sexuality. Just because the moron you lived with felt it was wrong, doesn’t mean that it is. Did you know that Jan and Brett have a D/s relationship?”
She nodded. In a shaky voice she told him, “Jan did tell me a little about it, one day in the store, when it was quiet and she asked about the type of books that I read. I admitted to enjoying erotic romance. She told me that they go to a club, somewhere down near Gravenhurst, on the weekend but I don’t know any details. She was the one who suggested I ask Sean to try. He just said it turned him off and he made me feel like I was a freak so I never mentioned it again.”
She sighed at the memory of that night which was burned into her brain as one of the most horrible nights of her life.
Aiden watched the emotions flitter across her face.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She flushed as if he could read her thoughts.
“Nothing.”
“Aly? Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me.”
She swallowed hard but answered, “I might read about all this stuff but I don’t know if I could ever actually do it. Sean said it was perverted and you have to admit it’s pretty weird.”
He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Do you think I’m a pervert?”
She looked shocked and cried out, “Of course not. Why would I think that?”
His next statement didn’t really come as a surprise to her, even after knowing him just for this short time.
“Because I’m also in that lifestyle. I also go to Mac’s club. I’ve been a Dom as long as I can remember and I have never thought of myself as weird or perverted.”
Her face reddened even more. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.” She buried her face in his chest in horror.
Aiden chuckled and tightened his arm around her. “Hey. Look at me,” he ordered. She stayed hidden.
“Aly. Look. At. Me.”
Again his tone brooked no argument and she lifted her head to look at him.
His next words made her blanch.
“Stand up.” Despite her nerves she stood. “Strip.”
“What?” She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
He waved his hand at her. “You heard. Strip. Everything off.”
Her thoughts threatened her composure and her hands shook.
Oh Lord. A real Dom. Can I do this? What if he takes one look at me and hates what he sees?
“Wait,” he barked out the word as she stood, indecision written all over her.
She gave him a quizzical look as she battled with her natural shyness and tried to decide whether to obey him.
He continued, “What was that negative thought that just went through your head?”
Again her thoughts jumped in.
How did he know? Were Doms psychic, too? Could she admit her fears to him? He was such a good-looking man she couldn’t see that he would be interested in her.
“I’m waiting, Aly.”
She decided to confess her fears. “I was just thinking that you might be put off by my body once I got undressed. I’m not a skinny little model type like that Lindsay woman. I’m not sexy like her.”
Before she knew what was happening, he had grabbed her arm and swung her round, swatting her ass as he moved.
“Ouch.”
“Don’t ever put yourself down like that again. You are a hundred times more sexy than that bit of trash. If I ever hear you doing that again I will give you five more of the same.”
He pulled her round to face him again, pulling her forward so that she stood between his open legs.
“Now, I want you to strip. And I don’t want to hear any more of your self-deprecations.”
Slowly, she stepped back. In her head the battle was still raging as to whether she could do this.
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nbsp; Aiden sat patiently, seemingly impassive as he watched the myriad of emotions flitting across her face.
He smiled at her, deep brown eyes watching and waiting. The fact that he seemed not to judge her helped to make her decision and she started to pull her sweater over her head.
She dropped it onto the floor next to her and reached behind to unclasp her bra. As she let that fall on top of her sweater her nipples peaked at the sudden change in temperature. Resisting the urge to cover herself, she sneaked a peek at Aiden. Her eyes homed in on his crotch and there was no doubt that this was affecting him as much as her.
This knowledge gave her the courage to proceed. She quickly slid down the zip on her skirt and let it fall. Stepping out of it, she kicked it to one side. A frisson of nerves almost made her baulk at the final hurdle but she banished all negative thoughts from her mind as she pushed down the sides of her now-soaked panties.
The scent of her arousal filled the room and made her cheeks flare with embarrassment.
Aiden reached out his hand and a growl rumbled through him as she stepped back to avoid his touch.
“Be still.”
His eyes raked down her body, taking in her full breasts, slightly rounded tummy and the dark curls covering her mound. Just below, at the juncture of her thighs he could see the proof of her arousal glistening as juices leaked from her moist pussy.
“Now, my sweet little English rose. I want you to go upstairs to my room and sit on the bed. I’ll give you five minutes. There are some rules though and I expect you to follow them.
“In the bedroom, my word is law and I say what happens and when. This does not mean that I won’t consider your every need. If you think things are going too fast for you, then I want you to say yellow. Then we’ll talk about what’s worrying you and try to sort it out. If you want things to stop for good you must say red. Everything then comes to a halt. You won’t need to explain anything or apologise. You can go back to your own room then and we’ll forget this ever happened. No hard feelings and we go on with our normal arrangement until you leave. Do you understand?”
He offered up a silent prayer.
Please say yes! I don’t think I could bear it if you said no!
She nodded.
With relief in his voice he insisted, “Words please, Aly. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Aiden…um, Sir.” Her shy use of Sir made him smile, more pleased than he would ever let on. “Five minutes,” he reiterated softly.
Aly quickly picked up her clothes and headed for the stairs but her thoughts wouldn’t let up.
What am I doing? I can’t do this. I don’t know this man. How can I do this with someone I don’t know?
But if I don’t go in and wait he’s going to be angry. Oh what have I done?
As she went into her own room and sat on the bed, doubts came flooding in. Aiden was everything she wanted in a man but this was all too new and too soon after Sean.
Dropping her head in her hands, she choked back the tears as she tried to stop herself shaking.
What happened downstairs was a mistake. She couldn’t be what Aiden wanted her to be. So much had changed in her life within the past twenty-four hours, her head was in a whirl. As much as her heart was telling her to go ahead and explore her newfound sexuality, her head was pulling her back.
Aiden was the man of her dreams but she had to do what she thought was right for her at the moment.
Chapter Eleven
Aiden banked the fire, switched off the lights, and locked up the house. He slowly mounted the stairs, thinking to give Aly time to get ready without rushing her. As he went about the small chores, he was thinking himself the luckiest man alive. Jobs done, he made his way upstairs.
As he reached the top, Aiden suddenly stopped.
What was that?
To the left, coming from Aly’s bedroom, he could hear a snuffling noise. Softly making his way along the hall, he stood outside the door and stopped dead. Shame filled him.
She’s crying. Oh fuck. I made her cry.
“Aly?” He tapped on the half-open door and pushed into the room.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, with her head in her hands. Sobs racked her body and he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful she looked, even in her misery.
“Sweetheart? What’s the matter?” He dropped to his knees in front of her and took her small cold hands into his large warm ones.
She looked up at him, tears spilling down the sides of her face.
Misery poured from her very soul as she confessed, “I’m sorry. I can’t…I just can’t. I don’t know you. I don’t even know me at the moment.” Her tears increased as she hiccupped. “I really thought I could do it but I can’t. And now you’ll hate me and…”
He pressed a finger to her lips as he interrupted her. “Shhhh, honey. I don’t hate you.” Aiden rose and sat beside her, pulling her in to his side in a strong hug.
He castigated himself in his thoughts.
What a shit you are, Aiden Price. You should have known she wouldn’t be ready. Now you’ve probably scared her off for good. She’s going to run a mile from you now.
He tried to soothe her.
“This is my fault, baby. I’m sorry. I’ve rushed you. I just couldn’t resist kissing you when you woke up but I should have left it at that for now. You’re still hurting from the dick…sorry but he is…who just left you.
“Aly, I really like you and I think we could be good together but you need time and I didn’t give it to you. Some Dom, huh? Supposed to be able to read a sub but seems I was dyslexic with you.”
She gave him a watery smile as his weak attempt at humour.
“That’s better. Now dry those pretty eyes.” She pulled a tissue from the pack on the nightstand and did as she was told. He stood and plucked her robe from the end of the bed. “Here, put this on and we’ll talk.”
As she tied the robe’s belt, he led her across the room to the armchair and then tugged her down onto his lap. Tightening his arms around her, he ran his callused hand up and down her arm, soothing, but at the same time, causing a tingle to run through her.
He started to talk in a soft, gentle tone.
“You’re right, Aly. We don’t know anything about each other. So let me start.”
She lifted her eyes and gave him a quizzical look as he continued.
“Hello there, little lady. My name is Aiden Price. I was born and raised here in Huntsville. I part own a construction company with my best friend, Brett. I inherited this wonderful house from my grandparents and it’s taken me a few years to renovate and update but I love it and love living by the lake. I’m stubborn and bullheaded sometimes but I look after my own. My parents live down in Minden, as does my brother, Joe, who just happens to be gay. If that’s a problem, then we need to stop now and rethink because I don’t do discrimination of any sort. I visit my family every Sunday because if I didn’t my mother would raise hell.” He chuckled. “And she’s a force to be reckoned with, even at my age, which incidentally is twenty-nine.”
He squeezed her arm. “Now you.”
She took a deep breath, relieved that he wasn’t angry with her. He actually seemed to understand her adverse reactions of earlier.
Her voice was shy as she told him, “Hello. My name is Alyssa Crane.” He stopped her and looked surprised.
“Alyssa? I thought that Aly was short for Alison. Alyssa. That’s beautiful. I love it. In fact that’s what I shall call you from now on.”
Aly blushed but continued.
“I’m twenty-six years old. I’m an only child, from Hampshire, England. My parents died in a car accident when I was twelve and I was in foster care from then until I was sixteen. I was lucky enough to have had a small amount of money left me by my parents that helped me to find an apartment, and paid for my night school courses in order for me to qualify as a teacher in arts and crafts. Whilst I was studying I worked days in an office, where I met Sean about two
years ago. We got on well and started to date then he had the idea of coming over here. I had nothing there to keep me, so decided that I might have a better chance of doing my real job here and being with Sean was security, too. Little did I know.”
She gave a sad smile and swallowed hard.
“You know the rest. I’ve got four months left on my work visa and then I’ll have to go back and try to start over.”
Aiden’s thought shocked him to the core.
Over my dead body.
Where the hell did that thought come from? He’d only just met the girl and already he knew that he didn’t want her to go back to the UK.
He shook his head slightly as he smiled and spoke gently. “Well, Alyssa, it’s lovely to meet you. And now, I think it’s time for us to go to bed…to sleep.” He grinned.
“You’ve had a pig of a day and you have a lot on your mind. We’ll revisit our earlier plans another time, when you’re feeling less threatened and more yourself. I’m going to admit, though, that I am extremely attracted to you and I would love for us to explore your submissive feelings a little more sometime soon. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow evening but I want you to know that nothing is going to happen on that score until you are ready.”
Aly stifled a yawn, causing her face to redden again as she apologised. “Oh I’m sorry. That’s so rude of me. And I feel awful. I know you…um…you…were needing…er…”
Her inference was plain but he quickly put her mind at rest.
“Don’t you worry yourself about that, sweet Alyssa. It’s not the first time I’ve had to curb my libido and I doubt it will be the last.”
He stood, lifting her as he rose, and strode over to the bed. Standing her down next to the nightstand, he pulled back the covers and indicated that she get in.
Aly was obviously too tired to argue and slid between the cool sheets. She snuggled under as he tugged up the quilt and covered her with it. Giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek, he switched off the lamp and softly left the room. Even before he was out in the hallway he could hear her even breathing which told him she was already asleep.