His to Break

by Penelope Prince

  Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and when he finally bends down to kiss me, I can taste his saltiness on my lips. For a second, he’s tender, even if it only lasts for the few moments where he stares into my eyes, communicating that he wants more.

  The pressure builds within, my insides so tight and ready to burst, when a rush of heat takes over my body, causing me to tighten my hold on Aiden in the process. Right after I come, he pulls out just long enough to flip me over and onto my stomach. He grabs my hips, positioning me how he wants, and fucks me from behind. This time, he’s more violent. But I don’t care.

  Aiden digs his fingers into my hip so hard that I wince in pain, but I don’t care enough to scream. He moves his right hand up to my shoulder and pulls me back so that he can stare into my eyes. I scream so fucking loud my throat hurts.

  Aiden is so rough with me that his body slaps violently against mine as he takes what he wants from me. I had no idea what Aiden had in mind when he said it would hurt. I thought I was fucked before I met Aiden. Not even close.

  Aiden had asked me if I was prepared to be spanked for real on our ride over here as if the few times he tried it hadn’t counted. Because they didn’t. When Aiden’s palm comes down hard on my ass cheek, despite knowing that it would come, I yelp from the extreme pain that sends a tremor up the right side of my body.

  “Quiet,” Aiden says, his voice harsh and cold.

  My insides clench around him, and I come again. This time, a series of orgasms wreck me one after another, commanding my body. After all the men I have been with, I never had sex like this. I never had Aiden, with his calloused hands and big cock, manhandling me and ruining me for all men.

  He waits until my body relaxes before pulling out of me again. With a steady hand, he moves me onto my back, lifts my legs over his shoulders, and pushes inside me once more. This man has no limits. I swear he could last all day, but he’s already destroyed me.

  Kissing my inner thigh, he glances down at me, holding my focus as he goes deeper and deeper. He doesn’t speak, only a series of grunts and fuck me eyes that set my body on fire. After so many orgasms and the pain he caused me to get there, I feel numb all over. It’s as if my body is floating above me, completely detached with the high Aiden has given me.

  Showing a softer side I haven’t seen from him, Aiden drops my left leg onto the bed, still holding the right one, and bends forward to kiss me. He changes his pace as he does this, slowing down just enough to make it hurt less as I moan his name against his lips.

  My screams die off in his mouth, and my body trembles beneath him. Once Aiden comes, his entire body shaking in the process, he groans, his face writhing in agony. The look on his face is sexy-as-fuck. Looking into my eyes, he kisses my forehead, and then, leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and chest before sliding out of me. Out of breath, he rolls onto his side and squeezes my breast once before dropping his arm onto the mattress.

  Our heavy breathing is the only sound that fills the silence in the quiet room. I close my eyes, doing my best to control my heart rate. But I am still having trouble getting a handle on myself. I want more, though I doubt my body would last another round with Aiden. He stretched me out so much I already know I will be wearing flats tomorrow. Everything hurts but in the best way possible.

  Aiden rolls onto his side, after a long pause, and kisses my forehead. “I told you I could control myself.”

  “You tortured me just to prove a point.”

  He raises an eyebrow at me.

  “I’m talking about not letting me come. Is that part of your addiction?”

  “I don’t have an addiction, Scar.” He plants a kiss on my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth, as he strokes my jaw with his fingers.

  Even after our lips separate, I still want more. I can never get enough of Aiden. I’m hungry and desperate, searching for the next high.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “You were rough,” I admit.

  He meets my gaze and reaches between my legs to gently rub my aching pussy. “This is the way I am. I warned you. It’s going to get rougher.”

  Watching as he kisses my stomach and massages my clit, I see another side to Aiden that warms my heart.

  I run my fingers through his hair. “I will get used to you after a while. You just have to break me in.”

  He laughs. “I will break you for sure. That much I can promise.”

  “What time is it?”

  Aiden looks over his shoulder at the digital clock on the nightstand. “Enough time for me to take you back to your office.”

  “Shit.” I cover my mouth and sigh. “I forgot I even had patients today.”

  “Good sex will do that to you.” He winks at me.

  “That was more than good sex,” I confess. “It was an experience.”

  “We will have a lot more experiences like it, as long as you’re a good girl. You think you can do this, Scar? Can you be with a man like me?”

  I smile. “Yes, sir.”

  Aiden

  After weeks of waking up next to Scarlett, I’m starting to feel like a changed man. She’s the only woman who has ever slept in my bed. I don’t do sleepovers, dates, or anything that remotely resembles a relationship. With Scarlett, I almost want those things. Almost. But I know the demons are still there. Deep down inside, I still want to hurt her in ways that make my dick hard.

  The girls I hooked up with liked the same things as me and knew their places. They were never part of my life, not in the same way as Scarlett. As my doctor and lover, I include Scarlett in all aspects of my daily life.

  Scarlett rolls over in bed, the covers falling off her shoulder, exposing dark bruises.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, touching her soft skin.

  She rubs the sleep from her eyes and peeks up at me. “What’s wrong?”

  “This doesn’t hurt you?” I bend down to kiss each of her bruises, taking my time with each one. There are so many to kiss. “I am so sorry, Scar.”

  As I peel back the covers, I stare in awe at her beautiful body that I covered with my fingerprints, the dark spots marking parts of her shoulders, hips, and thighs.

  “For what?”

  “For hurting you this bad. I knew I was rough with you last night, but I had no idea how much. You don’t understand how it feels. It’s the only time I am free, and I get lost with you and in you, completely drunk on the moment.”

  She sits up to scan her body, her mouth open in shock. “You did this to me? Oh, Aiden.”

  “Are you in pain?”

  “I feel numb,” she says.

  “And it’s all my fault.” I slide my hand up her thigh. “Let me take care of you. Let me fix this.”

  Over the years, I have done worse, but the girls were more prepared. They wanted what I had to offer them. Scarlett is not like my other submissives. She’s only doing this because she thinks it will cure me. I often wonder if it was a mistake to make an appointment with Scarlett. I could have saved her a lot of pain and heartbreak.

  “You don’t have to do a thing,” Scarlett says. “The bruises will go away.”

  “I’ll make new ones,” I counter, annoyed with myself.

  “It’s okay, Aiden.” She brushes her fingers along my arm with a smile on her beautiful face. “We can get through this together.”

  “You don’t understand, Scar. This is not something for me to get through. I am not going to change.”

  “You can’t break me.”

  “I will. That’s what you don’t get. I am incapable of loving someone. I like it when you are in pain. I like watching you squirm beneath me or cry out when I smack your ass. I get off on the pain and the struggle.”

  “You’re a masochist, it’s okay, Aiden. We can figure this out.”

  “I like being this way. I have no intention to change.”

  “No one wants to be this way. You can’t help it.”

  I shake my head, deflated by this conversation. “No matter what feelings
I have for you, they will never turn into what you need.”

  She leans on her side to face me and slips her fingers between mine. “You are only saying these things to scare me away. If I like it when you spank me and fuck me so hard my mind goes blank from the pain, then what does that say about me?”

  “That you like sick fucks who want to beat you until you come.”

  Scarlett laughs. “No, it says that I am more like you than you think.”

  “You will never be a true submissive, Scar. The fight inside you will always be there. Eventually, I might want someone who can be what I want.”

  “Are you saying I’m not good enough?” She peels her fingers from mine and scoots back until she runs into the headboard. “Am I not worthy of your abuse?”

  “See,” I say, throwing up my hand. “This is what I’m talking about. You call it abuse, and I call it a lifestyle. We will never see eye to eye on this topic. I will never fully control you.”

  “Why do you need to control me?” She closes her eyes and sighs. “I don’t get it. I have done everything you have ever asked of me, and it is still not enough. Have I not given my body and mind to you?”

  “You have but only because you want to fix me. Our relationship is nothing more than an experiment to you.”

  “This entire conversation is so fucking fucked up.” She slides off the mattress and walks toward the bathroom. “If you are trying to push me away, then you are doing a fabulous job, let me tell you.”

  “I’m not trying to push you away. I want you to understand what you are getting yourself into.”

  She spins around, holding onto the bathroom door handle. “It’s a little too late, Aiden. I get it, believe me, I do.”

  “No, you don’t Scarlett.” I get up from the bed and rush over to her. Standing over her, I slide my hand onto her hip, careful not to pull her too hard.

  She winces in pain. “Be careful, Aiden.”

  “I can break you, Scarlett, and if you get too close to me, I will do it. I will end up hurting you.”

  “The bruises are on my body, not my mind.”

  “I will ruin that, too, if you let me.”

  She shakes her head. “ I have to allow it, and we both know that will never happen.”

  I laugh, and it feels good. “No, you would never allow it.”

  “You’re afraid, aren’t you?”

  I nod, too ashamed to give her an answer.

  “I trust you, Aiden.”

  “You shouldn’t. I let down anyone who gets close to me.”

  She presses her lips to my chest and rests her head there. I cradle her head with my hand to give her some support.

  “You said you wanted to take care of me,” she mutters against my skin.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “I want to wash all of your bruises.”

  “It won’t make them go away,” she says.

  “No, but it will make me feel better about what I did.” I lift her chin with my finger until our eyes meet. “I am doing this for you. It is not a negotiation.”

  “Okay.” She smiles. “But I want to ask you a few questions while you wash away your guilt.”

  Wash away my guilt. That’s one way of looking at it. I wish I wasn’t like this and that I could give Scarlett what she needs. An accomplished doctor like her doesn’t need to deal with my baggage. She signed up to treat me. This goes beyond the call of duty. I have to make it up to her.

  I help Scarlett into the bathroom and sit her on the edge of the oversized Jacuzzi tub. With her big, perky tits on display, I have trouble focusing on anything but her chest. I grab one of her breasts, squeezing her nipple between my fingers.

  “Aiden,” she hisses. “Ahh, that feels…”

  I release Scarlett long enough to adjust the knobs to the perfect temperature and drop a bath bead into the water. Then, I turn around, giving the tub time to fill, and direct my attention to Scarlett. Hooking my arm around her back, I bend down to take her nipple into my mouth and tug on the tiny bud. My dick gets hard just thinking about shoving it between her tits, but I have to focus. She wants me to talk. This is about atoning for my sins and us getting to know each other better.

  After the tub fills, I turn the knobs, and lift Scarlett in my arms, placing her in the soapy water.

  She taps her hand on the marble ledge. “Are you getting in with me? We both can fit.”

  Once I get in with Scarlett, I slide her between my legs and wrap my arms around her stomach. She flattens her against my chest, pushing her legs further beneath the water. I take a washcloth from the basket next to me and dunk it into the water to get it soapy, before dragging it up her stomach.

  “I am so sorry, Scar,” I whisper the words against the shell of her ear. “I knew this would happen. I tried to warn you.”

  “You did, and I didn’t listen. Let me decide when I’ve had enough.”

  “I didn’t even do my worse to you, and look at how many bruises you have on your body.”

  “You told me that I’m yours, Aiden.”

  “Mine,” I say, washing her breasts. “All of you. Every part of you is mine.”

  “I’m starting to care for you,” she confesses.

  Why do I say? I’m paralyzed by fear. But I have to say something, anything.

  “I like you a lot, more than any woman I have ever been with, but I’m not built that way.”

  “Can we talk about that? I want to know what turned you into this man.”

  “I’d rather not.”

  She holds her hand over mine, stopping me from washing her body. “You came to me over a month ago because you wanted treatment for a sex addiction.”

  “I’m not addicted to the sex.”

  “Right,” she whispers. “It’s the power you have over another person. You like being in control. But you have that already with your job.”

  “It’s not the same, Scar. I doubt you would understand.”

  “Okay, fine. Tell me about your family. You’re obviously rich. What are your parents like?”

  I let out an exaggerated breath. “I hate talking about them.”

  “You said your dad was an alcoholic, right?”

  “Yes, the absolute worst.”

  “Was he abusive?”

  “Yes.”

  “To your mom, you, or both.”

  “Both.” I hesitate with the next part and finally decide to tell her as much as I can stand. “When he would finish with my mom, he would come after me. He was an animal.”

  “I’m sorry, Aiden.”

  “I don’t want pity. That’s why I don’t tell anyone about my past.”

  “My mistake,” she says, stroking my arm. “Your dad is Patrick Shaw, right? You never mention him, but I assume he’s your dad.”

  I nod. “Yup. One of the most respected doctors in the city is also one of the biggest pieces of shit.”

  “But the money doesn’t come from him, does it?”

  “Nope, my mom was a debutant. My father was the doctor who treated her for her mental illness. He was fifteen years older than her, they had zero in common, and he treated her like shit.”

  “Was?” She stops herself, and I know where she’s going with the next question.

  “My mom died from a drug overdose when I was seventeen.”

  I hear her sniff.

  “No pity, okay?”

  She nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Will you tell me more?”

  I kiss the top of her head. “Yes, for you I will, but this shit puts me in a bad mood. I don’t want to take it out on you, Scar.”

  “We don’t have to have sex.”

  “That’s the part you don’t get. Sex is the action. I’m not addicted to the physical aspect of it. I need the release.”

  “So, you’ve always known how to fix yourself, yet you continued down the same path and then came to see me for help. Why didn’t you just change your ways? You know the answer lies in the problem.”

  “It’s not as simple as checking
myself into rehab, and you know it.”

  “Can we talk this through more? Is it too hard to keep going?”

  “My family is not my favorite thing to discuss, but I owe you this much after hurting you. You need to understand how broken and damaged I truly am so you can run before it’s too late.”

  “They’re just marks, Aiden.” She brushes her fingers along my jaw. “If you leave the same kind of bruises on my mind or heart, then we will have a problem. My body will heal by the end of the week.”

  “I will hurt you in other ways, Scarlett, and I like you too much to do that to you.”

  “Stop trying to push me away because I am not going anywhere.” She takes my hand with the washcloth and moves it between my legs. “I’m not afraid of you. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”

  “I could do it without meaning to. Already did.”

  “I don’t think so,” she whispers.

  “What do you expect out of a relationship with me? Do you think that one day I will be marriage material and want to have a house and kids and all the normal things you probably want out of life?”

  “Well, I’m not much of a kid person, and I have no problem living in an apartment. I don’t need a white picket fence and children running around to make me happy.”

  “What do you want then?”

  “You.” She peeks up at me with those bright, blue eyes that slice right through me. “I want you, Aiden Shaw. I want all of your broken, damaged parts. I want every single part of you, no matter how fucked up and twisted.”

  “You have no idea what you are asking. Things between us could get worse. You’ll end up hating me, and then we won’t even be friends.”

  “We were never friends, Aiden. No matter how much we tried to hide our feelings, there was always something between us. Maybe I was attracted to your dark soul.”

  “You are the light to my darkness, Scarlett. I don’t want to burn out that light by ruining you.”

  “You already did,” she says, laughing. “Do you honestly think I could have sex with another man after being with you?”