by Lily White
Bastard. It was becoming too much. I was losing my fucking mind.
Replacing the clamp over the nipple hot and wet from his kiss, Aiden spoke as he moved to the other side of me, forcing me to struggle to respond. “Would you ever leave yourself so vulnerable to a Courtesan, Rebecca? Could you trust that every desire you had would be met without your specific guidance? Tell me what you would like for me to do to you now.”
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
The last thing I wanted to do was think.
“Just-“ This was unfair. He knew how much I loved being a toy for him to play with.
Mouth pressed to my ear. “Just what?”
I jumped in place to find he’d snuck up on me, had somehow come so close without letting me know.
He was walking around me again, the tip of his finger trailing softly down the side of my body. “What a Master gives you is freedom. What a Courtesan gives you is a toy to control.”
Another tug on the chain and I almost came right then, a sensation overload.
“Which one do you prefer? That a man is weaker than you, or that a man is strong enough to work your body into a sensual storm without need of instruction?”
He removed the clip on the opposite nipple, his teeth nipping at the peak before soothing the sting with the wet heat of his mouth. Sucking me deep, he swirled that devilish tongue so slowly that my eyes rolled back, my hips rounding over the leather bench in time with the rhythm he set.
His hand gripped my hip to still me, his fingers a punishing pressure over the flesh, his mouth pulling away. “So needy. But I’m not giving you what you want just yet. Stop begging.” He replaced the clip.
Seconds passed that felt more like hours. I knew he’d moved again, would end up in an entirely new place that drove me fucking mad.
Hot breath flooded between my legs as a tease, his tongue so close, but he refused to taste me. I was going to kill him when this was done. Tie him down. Slap him around. Kiss him with every part of my body.
When he released the third clip to slide just the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud, my body shook all over, my back arching over the bench as my hips moved to beg for more. His hand gripped over one of my thighs to hold me in place, more breath blown across the slickened skin to taunt me.
“Aiden,” I begged.
“I don’t know that name,” was his simple answer.
The word poured over my lips. “Master.”
“There she is. I’ve missed you.”
A soft, quick kiss on my entrance, his mouth moving away as his thumb pressed down on my clit with a pressure that sent a burst of pleasure through every inch of my body. His finger slid slowly down to gather my juices, further until notched at my ass. Breath trapped in my lungs, I couldn’t exhale until that same finger slid inside me.
“Oh God!” I came on his palm, the muscles of my core undulating with the need to be stretched and filled, only his thumb and middle finger touching me while my hips rolled over leather and a carnal moan crawled up my throat.
“Your first orgasm was far too polite. That’s unacceptable, Pet.”
Aftershocks were still a wave of tremors inside me. “Please,” I begged, not knowing exactly what I needed but trusting that he would find that perfect place to touch me and set me off again.
My senses so attuned to him now that I could hear every movement he made, I almost cried in relief to hear his belt unfasten, the heavy weight hitting the floor as he removed his pants to kick them off.
“A dance, I think.”
Aiden removed the straps holding my legs in place, pulled my body up and lifted me off the bench. Sitting down he set me in place to straddle his lap, his cock hard between my legs. I rubbed myself against him, my clamped nipples painful against his chest, my clit so swollen and sensitive that I gasped when it brushed the length of his shaft.
There was so much light when Aiden tugged off the blindfold that I clenched my eyes, opening them again to see his calm expression, blue eyes filled with the amusement he felt when I struggled.
“Dance for me. Take what you need.”
His hands gripped my hips to lift me and notch me over his cock, my knees pushing down into the mattress where he sat.
“Yes, Master,” I breathed out, my body sliding down as he filled me with one slow, consuming thrust. Fingers gripping over broad, muscular shoulders, I gazed down at a set of blue eyes hungry for what our joined bodies could do. Those eyes closed as my hips rolled and I danced above him, my legs aching as I lifted up until just the head was seated at my entrance, my muscles fitting to him like a second skin when I sank down to take him deeper inside.
“Yes, Pet,” pure masculine appreciation implicit in his deep tone. “Just like that.”
Aiden’s hand splayed over the small of my back, my hips still rolling over his as he leaned me away to remove the clamps on my breasts. Dipping his head between us while I rode him with long, sensuous strokes, his tongue swirled over a nipple before his lips covered the tip to suck it deep in his mouth.
“Fuck!” My eye’s clenched shut, my body moving faster, more desperate for the pleasurable pain he could give.
I attempted to push my body back against his, but he held me in place with a demand spoken against my breast, “No, stay just where I have you. I want to watch.”
Nothing turned me on more than when Aiden watched. It’s why my body always, always, knew.
Eyes turned down to where our bodies joined, Aiden’s hand slid lower over the curve of my ass as I continued to pump my body over his, the heat between us stifling, sweat slickening our skin.
So close already to an orgasm that I knew would split me apart, I cried out when his finger slipped inside my ass, just the tip toying with the tight muscle as I continued to dance.
“I’m gonna -“
“I know,” he cut me off with the arrogant words, a man who knew my body better than I knew it myself. “Let go.”
A shake of my head in refusal, actual fear of the release in my thoughts, my Master knew just when to close his mouth over my breast again, his bite the last sensation I could take before an orgasm exploded inside me.
“Oh God! Master, yes!”
Hands on my hips now, his refusal to let me stop as he continued pumping my body over his, chasing his own release as moans poured from my throat, so carnal and loud.
His hips stilled as his cock thrust impossibly deeper, stars bursting behind my eyes as he trailed his lips up the line of my neck to speak against my mouth. “Careful, Rebecca. Your Courtesan might hear you. I think everybody in this house knows what we’re doing.”
I didn’t care, not when my body was still trapped by a climax that was unforgiving.
Saying as much, I slumped against Aiden’s shoulder when he pulled me close, his chest shaking with silent laughter.
“I love you.” The words slipped free before I understood what I was saying.
He was quiet for a few moments for answering, “You won’t be saying that soon enough.”
Confused, I looked up at him with the haze of sex in my eyes. “I’ve always said that.”
“I know.”
We sat in that position for who knows how long, but when I would have fallen asleep to feel him against me, he tapped me on the cheek of my ass. “You have a Courtesan to get to. We can’t stay here like this forever.”
Nodding against his shoulder, I regretted the unwanted distraction Greyson had suddenly become. “Another few minutes?”
Aiden laughed. “I think he’s waited long enough. It can’t be too comfortable bound and waiting while listening to your Master scream for another man.”
My lips stretched into a sated grin. “You’re right. I’m actually a little shocked to hear you say that. I would have sworn you enjoyed torturing him.”
“On your feet, Pet,” his voice a gentle prodding.
Climbing off him, I was thankful when he reached out to steady me, his beautiful body glimmering with sweat, nail mar
ks over his shoulders from the violence of the orgasm he’d given me.
Focus clearing, I glanced up, my eyes catching his. “I think I like this new respect between us.”
With a finger pressed beneath my chin, he kissed me long and slow. “I think there is so much more I can teach you about being a Master. But when it comes to that body of yours, the role will never satisfy.”
He was right.
But then, I’d never planned on keeping Greyson after his training.
“I left your clothes hanging on the far wall. Clean up. Get dressed. And have a good day with your Courtesan. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
Still in a state of shock at this new place we found ourselves, I watched Aiden slip on his pants and stroll from the room, finally blinking again when he was out of sight. My heart was swelling with the pride I felt that he’d finally accepted me as more than just a simple toy.
Smile stretching my cheeks, I found the clothes he’d selected for me. A black leather skirt that would fit tight to my thighs paired with a crimson red button down top. Pulling the clothes from the hangers, I laughed to find he’d neglected to give me underwear or a bra, the oversight surely intentional.
I dressed quickly, slipped on the heels Aiden had also picked out, but before turning to leave the room, the flicker of black cloth caught my eye, the new photo I assumed Aiden had hung of me.
Unable to ignore my curiosity, I crossed the room to wrap my fingers over that cloth, I quick glance at the camera to confirm Aiden wasn’t watching. The light was red, I could sneak a peek.
It wasn’t like he’d told me I couldn’t.
Not that I would listen if he had. I loved his photos of me a little too much.
Pulling the cloth from the frame, I closed my eyes until I felt the material give, opening them again with the expectation that Aiden had caught me in just the right pose to evoke emotion, just the right position to remind me what it was to be seen by him.
What I found confused me at first. It wasn’t my ass where streamers dangled. Wasn’t my neck around which a rope –
Holy shit.
Running from the playroom and down the hall, I tried to convince myself that Aiden hadn’t gone as far as to leave Greyson in such a compromising position, one that would have killed him if his body gave out and he lost the ability to remain in place.
A quick turn around the corner and pure anger chased away every good feeling Aiden had left me with in the playroom, red a haze over my vision.
That son of a bitch hadn’t just left Greyson like that all night, he’d distracted me this morning to continue the torment just another hour longer, had left the door open so it would be the first thing I saw when I turned the corner.
“You son of a bitch!” I screamed, my heels clicking quickly down the hall, the door slamming shut once I made it into the room.
“Greyson? Are you all right?”
He coughed, his voice strained from the position he’d held all night. “Rope’s a bit tight after I moved to lay my head flat on the mattress. Too much blood rushing to my head the other way he left me.”
“Oh, God.” I rushed to untie the rope, the streamers of the toy Aiden left in Greyson’s ass brushing against my hands. “Does it hurt?”
“It’s not as bad now,” he answered, trying and failing to disguise the pain he must have felt. “The batteries died a little while ago. Can you-“
“Yeah, I’ve got it. This is going to hurt.”
Pulling the toy from his ass, I noticed the dried blood on his skin, the initials A and O carved lightly into each cheek.
Pure fury filled me, the need to get even a bitter taste on my tongue.
Greyson collapsed as soon as he was freed of the rope and toy, a pained groan rough in his throat.
Turning, I clenched my teeth with the distinct feeling that a certain someone was nearby.
My eyes lifted to the camera.
The green light glared down at me.
I made a decision that this game Aiden was playing had just escalated to a level where neither of us would back down.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AIDEN
I didn’t walk completely away when leaving the playroom, simply turned a corner so that I could listen, my phone already cued to the camera in the dark room before Rebecca screamed in rage. It wasn’t as if I believed she could keep from peeking at the new photo, I knew her better than to believe she would wait for permission before seeing what was beneath the black cloth. As soon as I heard the door open and her shoes storm down the hall toward the dark room, I knew our moment had ended and it was game on.
And how glorious that moment was to see, my darling girl reacted in such a fashion that I had to bite my hand to keep from being overheard where I stood.
It wasn’t just the rage I heard in her voice, but the fury that led her across the dark room with a predator’s stride, the night vision setting of my camera providing me a bird’s eye view of her arm throwing the door aside to grab a thick cane that hung on the inside. Turning, she ignored the man whimpering over the mattress now that he was free, her hand wrapping over the top of a chair that she dragged toward the camera with her eyes staring at the lens as if she were staring directly at me.
I’ll admit I was surprised at her next actions, my shoulders shaking with silent laughter as she climbed the chair, flicked me off, and used the cane to beat the camera from the wall, the feed dying instantly.
Time’s up, I thought, my shoulders still shaking with humor as I strolled casually though the house to enter the kitchen. Anthony and Sera sat quietly at the table, their eyes lifting as soon as I rounded the corner.
“Good morning.”
Sera rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the omelet she was eating. She still hadn’t forgiven me for the games I’d played back when Anthony first trained her. Anthony, on the other hand, cocked a questioning brow before folding the paper he was reading and setting it on the table.
“Do I even want to know what you just did to her?”
Filling my mug from the carafe on the counter, I was careful to avoid grinning. “I left her a present, is all. From one Master to another.”
“Presents don’t make women scream like that.”
“Mine do,” I answered, turning to lean against the counter, cognizant of the fact that I had a meeting coming up and would need to finish getting dressed. “Are you busy this morning? Paul is coming by in a hour to discuss his progress with a certain problem.”
Not that Sera would, or even had the ability to share anything she overheard with someone outside of the Society, I still didn’t feel comfortable speaking openly in front of her. Anthony inclined his head, taking a sip from his coffee. “I am. I’ll finish up here and meet you in your office.”
“Aiden!”
A feminine roar from a particular wing in the house caught my ear, my lips tugging up at the corners. Such wonderful fury. “I have to go.”
Sneaking away before Rebecca could find me, I got another shower, finished dressing for the day and took my time returning to my office. It wasn’t that I feared what she would do when she finally hunted me down, I just preferred to let the rage simmer. She would be more fun that way.
Rebecca must have returned to her Courtesan because I had a quiet twenty minutes in my office before Paul arrived, the other Master’s expression that met me when I opened the door not what I’d hoped for or expected. “Problem?”
He cocked a dark brow, his head shaking slightly before he stepped into the house. Returning to my office with Paul at my side, I found Anthony waiting in one of the leather chairs facing my desk. I hadn’t yet taken my seat before Paul spoke up, delivering a message that crushed my good spirits for the day.
“I planned to follow after the damaged woman, Sarah Clarkson. It should have been an easy task to silence her, but she has stayed in the States making sure to remain in the company of several other people wherever she goes.” He dropped his weight into the se
at next to Anthony, his expression as dark as the black on black suit he wore. “Her behavior is making me assume we’ll be receiving a demand for more money soon.”
I was too pissed off to talk, my mind calculating what could be the next move, when Anthony broke the tense silence following Paul’s admission. “This is why I never liked Adam and objected to his being named a Master years ago. I knew eventually he would be a problem.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” I responded tersely, my fingers steepling at my chin while my mind raced over all the possible solutions. “It’s quite helpful in resolving this.”
A bark of laughter. “Perhaps if people listened more often we wouldn’t find ourselves caught in these situations.”
Adam wasn’t my fault. I never liked him either, but I recalled Anthony having a particular issue with him years ago. Turning to Paul, “How much does she know of us? What did Adam tell her?”
“I’m not sure she knows all our names, if that’s your concern. But she knows of a few of us, and it could be a domino effect should she go to the authorities.”
I’d never tied my finances to the Society, all of my accounts were offshore under business names and other such covers. But although my money was protected, there were Courtesans who could identify me, could point an accusing finger that would drag all of us down should the Society become known. “This woman needs to be remedied. How long has she been acting odd?”
“A few days,” Paul answered.
“How much has she been paid already?”
“Several million.”
“Fucking hell.”
Anthony remained silent, refusing to get caught up in the emotional storm that threatened to tip me over. The last thing I fucking needed was some bitch threatening everything I’d spent over a decade building.
Locking eyes with Paul, I asked, “How far up the social ladder is she?”
“Pretty damn far,” he answered immediately. “Her sudden absence would be noticed.”
There wasn’t a simple solution. “Pay her what she asks and keep me apprised. How often does she travel?”
“She usually goes out of the country once or twice a month. She may plan another trip soon.”