Her Canadian Dream

by May Raymond

  Locking up the store, Jan walked through to the back room where Aly was donning her coat.

  “Sweetie, just do one thing tonight…be yourself. Aiden wouldn’t want you to do anything you’re not happy with. He’s too good a Dom, as I think he proved last night. Tell him how you feel. Tell him that although you are interested, you need to go slowly. He will be more than happy with that, I’m sure. And then…just go with the flow! Let yourself go a little. Have fun!”

  Aly then left through the rear door and Jan climbed the stairs to the apartment to see if dinner had indeed been started as promised.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Driving home, Aly didn’t dare let her thoughts drift. The roads were slick after the rain, so she had to really concentrate. She almost missed the turning down to Aiden’s house and once on the little lane, she slowed down as the surface was a lot muddier than it had been this morning.

  Pulling up outside the house, she sighed. It was so nice to have somewhere like this to come home to. It was the type of house she had always dreamed of living in. Everything fit. The décor, the furnishings, and even the quilts on the bed were just what she would have chosen herself.

  Giving herself a mental shake, she climbed out and headed for the front door. She opened it with her key and then remembered that she hadn’t had another one cut today. She must get that done on Monday.

  The house was warm and inviting as she stepped into the hall. The smell of something Italian drifted from the kitchen and she sniffed in appreciation.

  Taking off her coat and kicking off her shoes, she sighed with pleasure as her feet recovered from her busy day. Walking through to the kitchen she stopped at the doorway at the sight in front of her.

  Aiden stood at the cooker stirring something. He turned as he heard her come in.

  “Hi there. You look tired, sweetheart. Sit yourself down and I’ll make you some tea. Dinner will be about eight if that’s OK with you? I’ve made a lasagne and I’ll do some garlic bread with it if you like that? If not I won’t bother. Don’t you think it’s awful if a couple eat supper together but only one has garlic?”

  Aiden almost kicked himself at the way he was babbling on, not giving her a chance to talk.

  “Anyway, how was your day? Was it as busy as you had thought?”

  What the fuck was wrong with him? When had he turned into a gibbering geek?

  As usual, she answered shyly, her nervousness around him still very much in evidence.

  “It was busy. We almost sold all the Halloween stuff in stock, despite the awful weather. That’s good for Jan because it means she isn’t left with tons of stock to store. It was so busy we didn’t even eat lunch, just the doughnuts that Brett bought us this morning. And even then we didn’t have them until after one. I have to admit that I am very hungry and that smells wonderful.” She indicated the pot that he was stirring.

  Leaving his stirring, he went across to the fridge. Her nerves went on alert as he passed her. He pulled open the fridge door and grabbed something from inside which he put on the table in front of her. Although his closeness flustered her somewhat, she looked down at the plate and her mouth immediately started to water.

  Placed in the centre of the plate was a muffin.

  “Eat,” he urged.

  She looked up at him through her lashes and knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Pulling the wrapper off, she took a small bite, almost groaning with pleasure as she realised that it was blueberry, her favourite.

  Aiden went back to his stirring at the cooker.

  “Supper is a couple of hours away so that will keep you going until then.”

  As Aly savoured the sweet treat she asked, “Where did you buy this? In town? Blueberry is my favourite and this is great.”

  Somewhat embarrassed, he confessed, “I made it.”

  She blushed. “What? Oh sorry, that was rude of me. Did you really make this? Today?”

  Nodding, he continued with the dinner preparation as he admitted, “I enjoy baking when I get a chance. Today has been wet and windy so I just thought I would knock these up this morning. There are more if you’d like. Just help yourself.”

  Without thinking, she blurted out, “A good cook as well as everything else,” then blushed as she realised what she had said.

  He grinned at her. “Everything else?”

  Aly got up and crossed the room to slap his arm playfully.

  “Well you are good at construction I heard.”

  He laughed. “Quick catch, sweetheart.”

  The atmosphere, which, up until then, had been slightly tense, eased as he teased her, causing her to blush even deeper. She quickly changed the subject.

  “Do you need a hand with supper, or is it OK for me to pop up and shower before we eat? I’d like to get out of these work clothes and into something nicer.”

  Again, teasing, he raised his eyebrows.

  “I’m good with supper, thanks, but you getting out of those clothes sounds good to me, baby.”

  Before the blush took over her whole body she rushed out of the room to the sound of his soft laugh.

  Heading up the stairs, she thought about the evening ahead. Would they be able to sort things out after the previous night’s disaster? She really hoped so. Never had she felt this way before. Her interest in BDSM had always been in the back of her mind but it had always been a bit of a guilty secret. Sean’s disgust had only reinforced that idea. Now she knew about Jan and Brett and knew that Aiden, too, was into the lifestyle, she didn’t feel too badly about it.

  What to wear this evening though?

  She didn’t want to wear anything too revealing because she didn’t want Aiden to think she was trashy, but she wanted something to make her feel good. Going through her clothes in the large cupboard, she despaired. Clothes had always been bottom of her list of essentials whilst she and Sean were saving for the wedding. Now she realised that her wardrobe was sadly lacking. The majority of her clothes were casual. She had loads of jeans and sweaters, but not much in the way of skirts or dresses. She finally settled on a dress she had brought over with her but not yet worn here. A pleasing shade of teal green, the skirt softly flared around her knees whilst the top fitted her tightly, dipping quite low at the front, leaving an ample amount of cleavage on show. She felt good in it though, so after showering and washing her hair, she started to dress.

  One of her passions, and something she did spend her money on, was good lingerie. Most of what she had she had brought over from England, just like her dress.

  With care she selected a black lace bra and matching thong. Her breasts, which she had always been embarrassed about because of their size, spilled slightly over the top of the lace, increasing her cleavage in order to maximise the dress’s effect.

  Slipping the dress on, she twirled. Happy that she was looking the best she could, she spritzed her perfume and walked through the mist. She made her way back down the stairs, apprehension causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach, in anticipation of the evening ahead.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Aiden had chuckled as Aly raced from the room. He finished off the lasagne sauces and assembled the dish, placing it in the oven before starting on the garlic bread. She hadn’t told him whether she wanted it, but he would make it anyway and if she didn’t want it then he would just ditch it.

  Her blushes had been endearing and strangely erotic. His dick had been on alert from the minute she had walked in and he was glad that she hadn’t seemed to notice. She might have been living with a man but she still seemed to be a bit of an innocent, certainly when it came to the BDSM scene. She seemed to be interested and she knew a bit about what it meant, but he was wary about pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for.

  Switching the oven down a little, he himself went up the stairs to shower and dress in something nicer than the sweats he had worn all day. As he passed the family bathroom he could hear the shower running and could visualise her in there, naked and sli
ck with shower gel. His poor dick didn’t know what was going on lately!

  Please let us be able to sort something out tonight!

  * * * *

  When Aly arrived back in the kitchen, Aiden was nowhere to be seen. The aromas coming from the oven made her mouth water and her tummy grumbled in sympathy. He had already set the table with cutlery and glasses. A candle was in the centre, ready to be lit. In the background, coming from the lounge, was soft music, something by Adele if she wasn’t mistaken.

  Similar musical taste.

  On the countertop was an open bottle of red wine, some of which she poured into the two glasses on the table, taking one for herself and sipping at it as she walked through to the lounge.

  She settled on the sofa, the fire having already been lit earlier. The soft glow lit the room so she didn’t bother to switch on any lamps. Slowly she relaxed, curling her feet under her. Sipping her wine, she started again to think through what Aiden might want to talk about. She had now made up her mind to go with the flow and see where it took her. After all, she knew she had safe words which she could use if things got too intense.

  She heard Aiden come down and go into the kitchen. Then he appeared in the doorway through to the lounge, holding the wine she’d poured. He had on a pair of soft denim jeans which hung low on his slim hips. A white polo shirt clung to the muscles on his chest, showing Aly proof that he didn’t just sit in an office all day, but worked manually, too. Lifting the glass up in salute to her he said, “Thanks for this. Supper will probably be another half hour. Hope you’re still hungry?” As he spoke her tummy gave a delicate rumble and she giggled.

  “Starved. That smells wonderful. I can’t wait!”

  They sat in a companionable silence for a little while, sipping the delicious Rioja wine. After a while Aiden cleared his throat and spoke.

  “Alyssa. I want to apologise again for last night. I wasn’t thinking with my head but my dick, and I let it take over. I’m sorry. I just hope I haven’t put you off giving us another go.”

  Before answering, Aly took another sip of the wine. It was really good and she savoured it for a moment before saying, “No need to apologise, Aiden. I acted badly myself. I should have put a stop to it sooner. I wasn’t really thinking straight.”

  Her answer only served to make him feel guiltier. “All the more reason for me to have stepped back. I’m really glad you didn’t run from the house screaming. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had, though.” She laughed. “What a sight that would have been!” He chuckled along with her.

  The atmosphere lightened considerably as they finished their wine and Aiden went into the kitchen to check on dinner.

  “You didn’t say whether you wanted garlic bread so I made some anyway. If you don’t I’ll just get rid of it,” he called through the door.

  Aly walked into the kitchen just as he pulled the meal from the oven. The lasagne looked really good. He indicated that she sit at the table, where she noticed that he had already lit the candle. He poured more wine and turned to dish up the supper. Pointing to the garlic bread he raised his eyebrows in question.

  “Just a little, please.”

  Placing a steaming plate of the pasta dish in front of her, and a piece of garlic bread on a side plate beside her, he placed his own meal at his place and sat down. Tasting the food, Aly closed her eyes in pleasure.

  “Mmmm, this is wonderful. I’ve never mastered the art of Italian cooking. I tend to use too many herbs, but this is so good.”

  As he watched her enjoyment of the food he’d cooked, the look on her face was magical. His cock twitched and he shifted in his seat as she continued to eat. He saw her blush and look down at her plate as he eyed her intently. His cock filled and his mouth went dry as she picked up her wine and took a sip. He could see that she was self-conscious at his gaze but he couldn’t help but look at her as she licked the remains of the red wine from her full lips.

  All of a sudden, the atmosphere became tense. She swallowed the wine down quickly, almost choking as she did so. Picking up her fork, she resumed eating, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on her meal. She started as he spoke.

  “So, am I forgiven?”

  His words were soft but still made her shiver.

  She looked up to find him watching her, a look on his face that she couldn’t quite decipher. Eager not to place blame on him, she replied, “Nothing to forgive. I must have been giving such mixed signals. I’m sorry that I bailed on you. Can you forgive me?”

  He smiled.

  “Well, maybe we should start again. How does that sound? I know you’ve only just finished a relationship and might not be ready for what I can offer. I have to admit that I don’t do ‘vanilla,’ so if that isn’t what you want, then we need to accept that and move on. Be friends and settle down as roomies.”

  The idea of just being friends wasn’t at all what Aly wanted. She wanted what he could offer and she wanted him to teach her. The books she read had given her an idea of what she was, and she wanted to explore it with someone she could trust. She had no doubt that she could trust Aiden. She didn’t know why exactly, but she did trust him.

  He went on, “So, do you need more time or do you still think this is for you? I would like nothing more than to teach you, but you have to be sure. You must know I really like you…and I think you feel the same way. We can take things as fast or slow as you like but I have to admit that I have been dreaming about you ever since we met. In my dreams you’re bound to my bed, open and waiting for me, and just the thought of that makes me as hard as rock. It’s been a long time since I wanted anyone as much as I want you, but if you need more time I understand and I’ll wait.”

  Swallowing hard at the erotic image he presented, her nipples peaked and her panties were suddenly wet with arousal. He saw her reaction and his lips curved into a wide grin.

  “I think I might have had my answer.” She blushed but nodded. “Are you wet, treasure? Is the thought of me tying you up turning you on?” She nodded again and he chuckled.

  Standing, he beckoned her to him. She got up from the table, and as if on a wire, she walked across the room into his arms.

  He pulled her to him and lowered his head to take her lips in a gentle kiss, then, increasing the pressure, slid his tongue across the seam, seeking entry to her warm mouth. With no thought of denying him she opened for him, tasting wine and Italian herbs as he invaded her, both in body and mind.

  She groaned as he deepened the kiss until she could barely breathe and when he pulled back, they were both panting. He laid his forehead against hers as he murmured, “I hope that was a yes, because I don’t think I could bear it if you backed away now.”

  His arousal was pressed against her stomach and that only served to inflame her own senses all the more.

  “I can’t seem to think straight.” She gasped. “…But I know this is what I want. I’m just scared I’ll disappoint you.”

  “Oh, Alyssa, honey. You couldn’t disappoint me. My cock has been hard for you since day one. When Jan talked me into this arrangement I almost said no because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. But, we’ll take things slow. We have all the time in the world to explore this together so I don’t want to rush.”

  Not wanting to pour cold water on the evening, she didn’t remind him that she only had four months left here in Canada.

  Blowing out the candle, he topped up the two wine glasses. Taking them in one large hand and her smaller hand in the other, he gently tugged her into the lounge. Adele was still singing in the background as he put the wine glasses on the coffee table and, sitting down on the sofa, pulled her onto his lap.

  Gently he put his arms around her and hugged her to him. Once more he claimed her mouth, nipping gently on her plump lower lip. She opened eagerly for him and this time it was him who groaned as they mutually explored their respective inner recesses. His cock grew harder than ever as she wriggled, causing him to growl and her to giggle.


  “Stop it, woman…keep still or this evening will be over before it begins.”

  Her giggles stopped as he slid his hand upward and enclosed her breast, kneading, the peak hard against his palm. Pulling down the front of her dress, he dipped his head and flicked his tongue over the rosy bud, causing her to shudder. Running her fingers through his silky hair, she held his head as he tortured her breast, then he pulled the other side of the dress down and gave the other breast the same treatment.

  As she arched toward him, he used his lips to hold and his teeth to bite, making her cry out.

  “You’re so responsive, treasure, but I want to see you and touch you all over. Let’s make our way upstairs where we can be more comfortable.”

  He stood, lifting her with him. She wobbled on her feet but he held her firmly and, with his arm around her, led her up the stairs to his room.

  * * * *

  Shivering in anticipation, Aly rubbed her arms as Aiden switched on the lamp and drew the blinds across, shutting out the darkness of the lake. Turning back to her, he asked again, “Are you sure about this? It’s not too late.”

  Pointedly, she glanced down at his erection, clearly showing through the denim of his jeans. This time she raised her eyebrows at him and he grinned.

  “OK, maybe I would find it hard”—he turned serious—“but I mean it, treasure, you can stop now if you want.”

  When she didn’t answer, he walked toward her and held out his hands.

  “I mean it. We can stop if you want.”

  When she finally found her voice, it shook as she answered, “No…I mean no, I don’t want to stop. But you’ll have to show me what to do.”

  “Oh, sweetheart. You don’t need to do anything except feel. I’ll take things slowly but if you feel worried or scared at any time, say yellow and I’ll stop and we’ll talk. If you want me to stop, then you say red and everything stops. Are you happy with that?”