He sighed deeply as he settled her warm body against his, stroking his hands over her long, smooth back. This time when he closed his eyes, sleep stalked him immediately. Vaguely he knew that meant something, but his long night of sexual activity caught up with him and his brain just refused to function as he sank down into sleep, cradling Ainsley to his heart.
By the time Aric awoke, half the day had passed. Ainsley lay curled against his side but the instant he moved, her eyes popped open. Shocked eyes gazed at him for a moment before they lowered. He grabbed her chin in his fingers and pulled her face close. Her eyelids dropped shut and he brushed a kiss over her forehead.
“Go soak in the tub,” he murmured. “Don’t budge from there until I tell you to.”
She wriggled away from him, scurrying across the room to the bathroom.
“Leave the door open!” he called out as she stepped inside.
She disappeared from his sight and he heard the water come on. A few minutes later, the toilet flushed. With a grin, he got up and headed to the guest bedroom where his father usually slept when he visited. He showered quickly and padded naked back to his bedroom. The sound of gentle splashing came from the bathroom.
Aric dressed quickly and took the elevator down to his club. In his office, he made a couple of quick phone calls and then went down to the security room, where he found his daytime guard watching college football along with the security cameras.
“Hey, Chuck. How’s your wife?”
The guard turned in his swivel chair and grinned. “She’s good, boss. What’s going on?”
Aric leaned his hip against the counter and set Ainsley’s rental car keys in front of his employee. “The car should be in the lot. There’s an overnight bag in it. Can you bring it in? Oh, and I ordered some food. It should be here in a half hour. Just put it in the elevator with the suitcase and send it up, okay?”
Chuck nodded. “Sure, boss. Anything else?”
Aric smiled thinking about his second phone call. “Yeah, Luke is bringing a piece of furniture over. Should be here within the hour. Same as the food and the suitcase, okay, Chuck?”
The security guard nodded again, curiosity in his faded-blue eyes. “You got it. Stick it in the elevator. Send it up.”
Aric patted the guard on the shoulder. “Great. Thanks, Chuck.”
Going back to his office, he raided the locked cabinet beside his desk. He took out a flogger, a paddle and nipple clamps, grinning widely at the thought of using them on Ainsley.
When he walked into the bathroom fifteen minutes later, he found her dozing in the sunken tub, the heated, jetted water swirling around her body. He knelt beside her and stroked her hair. She opened her eyes and for a split second he saw raging hunger in the pale irises. As quickly as it had come, the emotion fled and Ainsley dropped her gaze from his.
“How are you?” he asked softly.
She shrugged. “I’m fine, Sir.”
Feeling an odd twinge of anger that she was obviously hiding her emotions from him, Aric rose to his feet. “Lunch will be here soon. You may get out of the tub and get ready. Your suitcase will be here in a few minutes, and after lunch, I have a surprise for you.” He turned toward the door but stopped when he heard her turn off the jets. “Oh and Ainsley? You may wear only my robe. It’s on the back of the bathroom door.”
He left the room, closing the door behind him. While she was busy in the bathroom, he set the table on the glass-enclosed part of the terrace and collected the food Chuck had sent up. He left Ainsley’s overnight case just inside the bedroom door.
He’d just finished opening the food containers when Ainsley appeared, wearing his forest-green silk robe. The material clung to her lush body and his cock responded instantly to the visual.
He gestured toward the table. “You may sit down.”
She seated herself and he pushed her chair in, then reached for the takeout containers. He dished up the spicy Mexican food and sat across from her. As he picked up his fork, he said, “You may eat now, Ainsley.”
She never lifted her gaze to his, which pleased the Dominant in him. At the same time, he found her submissiveness grating. She followed his cues perfectly, but not knowing why she did irked him. Despite what she had tried to make him believe the night before in the club, he knew she was no submissive. That left him with a single reason for her actions. She wanted him as much as he had wanted her all these years. Asking to be his sub had been her way of getting into his bed.
After they ate, Aric cleared away the food and dishes as she sat at the table, eyes cast downward, the autumn sun spilling over her. He opened the elevator and eyed the expensive padded spanking horse his club manager Luke had sent him. The damned thing was a work of art.
Last night he’d been way too wound up to have Ainsley to be able to master her properly. Now that the initial excitement and lust had subsided to a manageable level, it was time to up the kink. He rather thought the rest of the day would be a lot of fun. Perhaps not quite as exciting as it had been fucking Ainsley for the first time after fantasizing about her for years, but what he had planned for the next twenty-four hours would definitely be an event he would always remember.
Aric set up the horse in the open area between his living room and kitchen. He laid out the flogger, paddle and nipple clamps nearby. Next, he retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedroom. He glanced out the glass sliding door and found Ainsley with her eyes still downcast. Her hands fiddled with the ties of the robe, however, giving away her nervousness. Aric smiled. His Ainsley had never been one to back down from a challenge, but that didn’t mean she had nerves of steel. Her composure the night before had been virtually unflappable from the moment she’d walked into Insolence. He was the one who’d been caught off guard and spun out of control. He’d regained his self-possession, so now it was time for him to show her his dominant side, especially since she finally seemed unnerved.
He walked over to the sliding door. “Ainsley. Come here.”
She got up and came to him without hesitation. When she stopped in front of him, he drew her into the living room and untied the robe. The silk dropped to her feet. Aric stepped back. He stared at her for a moment before circling her, taking in every tiny detail of her body, all the things he hadn’t noticed the night before. A scar near her ankle. One on her elbow. A tiny mole on her hip. A fine dusting of pale-gold freckles on the tops of her shoulders. The absence of tan lines.
He came up behind her, sweeping aside her hair so he could kiss her nape, and froze. At the base of her neck, just where her spine curved and where it had been completely hidden by her hair, lay another tattoo. Swirling, artistic lines formed an intertwined A and C. For a brief moment, Aric thought she’d had herself marked as his with his initials. His heartbeat picked up, beating wildly. Possessive pleasure streaked through him until he remembered that they had the same initials.
His pleasure subsided but he bent and placed a kiss on the tattoo anyway, feeling a tremor go through her. Sliding his hands down her arms, he picked up one hand and lifted it so he could kiss the inside of her wrist. She shivered again.
“Do you remember your safe word?” he whispered in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick at the tiny red star.
“Patience.” Her low tone held a thread of apprehension.
“Good.” He spun away from her and went to the spanking horse. “Come here.”
She turned and came toward him. As the horse filled her vision, her muscles tensed. Again he circled her, watching her reactions carefully.
“Do you know what this is, Ainsley?”
She swallowed hard. “A spanking horse, Sir.”
He grinned. She’d been doing some homework before she came to him. He liked that. “Correct. Kneel on the horse, Ainsley.”
He indicated one side of the horse. Gingerly, she knelt on the soft brown leather. Aric kissed her nape again. Then he pressed her forward over the horse until her bare ass rose into the air. He walked around the horse
and looked at her head hanging down, her hands braced on the bench.
“I’m not going to restrain your arms, but if you don’t behave, I will,” he told her in a firm but soft voice. “You need to hold very, very still for me. Can you do that, Ainsley?”
Her “Yes Sir” was muffled but he heard it clearly.
“Good.” He walked back around to the other side of the horse and eyed her heart-shaped ass. He picked up the wooden paddle. “Have you ever been spanked before, Ainsley?”
“No Sir.”
He grinned. He knew she hadn’t unless she’d gotten into some kinky stuff the last few years. “We’re going to start with the paddle. Just a few swats to warm you up.”
With that, he swung the paddle and smacked her on the right buttock. She jerked at the strike. He swung again and smacked her on the left buttock. Tension crackled through her body. He could sense it. He stared at the red marks on her ass for a moment. Then he whacked her on each cheek again. Her body went rigid as the red marks deepened.
Aric frowned. She didn’t like the paddle. He could tell. Tension underscored every line of her body. He hadn’t hit her very hard but her buttocks were awfully red for only a couple of smacks. He got the sense that a frustrated sort of anger simmered very close to her surface. He bit back a sigh. He hadn’t gotten a reputation as a good submissive trainer without listening to his instincts. He put the paddle down.
“You didn’t like that, did you, Ainsley?”
“No Sir.”
There was a hint of relief in her words and Aric bit back a smile. So she wasn’t into pain. He wasn’t really either. He’d never mastered the bigger whips because he just wasn’t into hurting women. He’d been with a few who craved pain but it had never suited him to dole it out, so he avoided the pain sluts.
He picked up the flogger with its soft leather falls. He rubbed them over Ainsley’s red butt. He flicked the tips at her, not a stinging move but one that would tickle. She sucked in a breath. Aric smiled. He’d had a feeling she might like the flogger. It was his favorite whip.
He took a step back and aimed the flogger at her more purposefully. The tips snapped at her bare ass. She jerked a little and sucked in a breath but she didn’t tense up. He did it again and again. Ainsley’s skin rippled with awareness, prickling with each snap of the falls. Aric knew she was becoming aroused.
After ten minutes of flogging, he stopped, admiring her reddened buttocks. He swept his hand over her heated skin and her breath hitched. He stroked her flesh and slipped his fingers between her thighs. They came away covered thickly in her cream.
Aric helped her up and reached for the nipple clamps. Now that they were both aroused by the flogging, he figured he’d push her a little harder. He tweaked her nipples until they stood erect. Next he tipped up her chin so he could look into her eyes.
“This is going to sting for a moment after they go on, but the real pain will come when I remove them and blood rushes back into your nipples,” he explained. “You will be exquisitely sensitive here when I fuck you. You’ll see.”
He grinned at her and slipped on the first clamp. She gasped in shock. While she fought to marshal her features, he slipped on the second one. She went rigid. Then she relaxed. Aric turned her back toward the horse, but this time he pressed her over the end so that her chest brushed the leather.
“You have the most beautiful ass.” He caressed it again, loving the feel of the taut muscles beneath her velvety skin. “Has anyone ever fucked it?”
She stiffened a little. “No Sir.”
Her words were a wisp of sound, barely audible, but Aric heard the apprehension and the excitement in her voice. He shucked out of his jeans and t-shirt and reached for the lube, fiercely glad to be the first one to fuck her ass. He leaned against her, kissing his way along her spine. She moaned and he bit back a smile. He loved her responsiveness.
Tracing the crease of her ass with a slow, seductive finger, he bent and nipped at one buttock. She moaned again. With his face pressed to her ass cheek, he smelled her arousal. Straightening, he used his knee to spread her thighs, widening her stance. He pressed his finger against the puckered rosette of her anus. She shivered.
Aric’s cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum as he squirted lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together and warming the liquid. He stroked the wetness over the tight hole where he would put his cock. She shuddered, little sounds of arousal escaping her as he worked in first one finger and then two.
He slipped his fingers into her, stretching her and getting her used to the feel of something in her ass. Nibbling at the indention of her spine, he fucked her with his fingers. He scissored them and she moaned. He added a third finger and heard her breath hitch.
After a few minutes of him fucking her with three fingers, she pushed back and Aric’s cock throbbed. Removing his fingers from her tight hole, he reached for the lube. He squirted the slippery gel onto his cock and spread it thickly, shaking with anticipation. He held the bottle over the crease of her ass and squeezed. Clear lube ran down between the globes.
With his fingers, Aric spread her open, looking at the delicate pink skin glistening with wetness. He groaned and pressed the head of his cock to her tight opening. She made a little sound but again arched back.
Filled with lust at the idea of fucking Ainsley’s virgin ass, Aric pressed his hips against her. His cock met resistance.
“Push back, Ains,” he gritted, trying to hang on to his control so he wouldn’t hurt her.
She pushed. He eased the thick crown of his cock past the tight ring of muscle and sank halfway into her ass. A surprised yelp escaped her. Aric kissed her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, caressing her thigh soothingly.
Ainsley wriggled a little. “God, Aric. My whole body is on fire. My nipples. My ass…”
She shuddered and he inched forward, rocking his hips until he finally sank fully into her. A muffled sob reached his ears. He froze.
“Ains? Are you okay?”
Please be okay. Please be okay, he chanted silently. There’s no way I can stop now!
“Touch me, Aric. Holy shit. Just touch me,” she moaned.
Aric didn’t care that she’d slipped from her role as submissive. All he cared about was the tight, velvety stroke of her ass on his cock. He pulled back a little and thrust into her again, watching as he pushed her against the horse, her clamped nipples brushing the cool leather.
“More!” she cried out, her fingers reaching backward for him.
The movement shoved her nipples harder against the horse and she whimpered. Aric knew she was racked by intense sensation. Using his superior height to advantage, he angled his hips into the cushion of her buttocks, short-thrusting quickly into her tight anus. Her flesh gripped him so hard he could barely move. He reached around her and tweaked her nipples with his fingertips, watching her shudder with reaction.
The hot, wet heat of her ass pushed him quickly toward his orgasm. He couldn’t believe just how great it felt to have his naked cock filling her backside. His breath came in rapid pants that matched hers. When he felt her arm shift beneath his, he realized she’d slipped her fingers into her cunt without permission. Instead of angering him, it turned him on even more. His balls tightened unbearably.
“Oh fuck, Ainsley, I’m going to come,” he groaned.
Aric imagined each of his thrusts pushed her clit against her hand and the thought drove him mad with lust. He pinched her nipples, tugging on the clamps. She gasped and shook, her ass clutching his cock, milking it as she came, a stifled scream on her lips.
He pumped into her velvet flesh twice more, then shouted her name as he went up in flames, his cock filling her with hot cum. Dazed, Aric slumped onto her back, his fingers digging into her hips with bruising force. His cock slipped from her ass and he stumbled back. Lube and cum streaked her slender thighs. Her fingers were still buried in her pussy. Her shoulders heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
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bsp; Aric shook his head, trying to clear it. He felt groggy, muzzy and incoherent, as if someone had hit him upside the head with a two-by-four. He staggered a little as he grasped her around the waist, drawing her upright. He kissed her neck and her cheek, murmuring to her how great she was, how awesome, how much he liked what they had done.
She blinked at him sleepily, passion slowly fading from her beautiful face. Aric kissed her, teasing the seam of her lips with his tongue for a moment. Then he smiled at her.
“Breathe in,” he ordered.
She stared at him, bewildered, but drew in a deep breath. Aric released the nipple clamps. Her eyes widened and a hoarse yell broke from her throat. He bent his head and laved the reddened flesh, sucking it lightly into his mouth. First one nipple, then the other.
Her breathing came erratically and Aric smiled.
“More lessons?” he asked.
She blinked, stunned lust suffusing her face. Aric laughed and kissed her, turning her toward the bathroom.
“We’ll wash first. Then there’s some other stuff we can do.”
“Oh Aric,” she said on a long sigh.
He laughed again and rubbed a hand over her ass cheek. “We have all night, you know.”
She moaned again and he realized he’d never felt quite so satisfied in his life, even though she had again forgotten to address him as Sir.
Chapter Four
Sunday morning, Aric stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He looked the same. Same dark hair spiking up uncontrollably. Same crinkle-cornered gray eyes, piercing, no-nonsense, unemotional…He drew a breath. Not unemotional. Not any longer. Being with Ainsley seemed to have opened his internal floodgates. Hope gleamed in the midst of clouded confusion in the gray irises.
He studied himself closely, trying to be objective. He was the same man he’d always been, wasn’t he? All he’d done was control Ainsley, fuck Ainsley, make love to Ainsley…
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