by Laura Sutton
He smirked at her moan. “Come.” He led her to the bench that almost looked like a mix between a picnic table and a 'horse' they used in gymnastics. “Put your knees on each side and lay down.” Claire bit her lip and shakily did as he asked without question. She planned to question him fully later, she was dying to know but she knew from her reading that speaking was not going to get her what she wanted... him. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her back, to the edge of the table and lightly smacked her ass. She arched upwards. He walked to her front, “give me your wrists.” She put both of her hands up, the padded area reached a little past her chest. It was the perfect size for her. He bound her wrists in the blue ropes and through the silver ring at the front of the bench, letting them down he moved a few steps back, slowly undressing and she watched him, the fire of need burning in her eyes. His pants hit the ground as he stepped out of them. He was already hard and thick, and as she bit her lip in anticipation, she could swear he was even larger, thicker than he had ever been. “I'm going to Fuck, every single inch of you until you pass out from pleasure.” She whimpered in excitement as he smiled and walked away. She trusted him and tonight she would prove it. She laid her head down on the leather as she waited for him. Time seemed to drag on as she heard him behind her as her breathing quickened. He rubbed her clit until it swelled, and her wetness leaked a little onto his fingers. “Remember don't come until I give you permission.”
“Yes, sir.” Claire managed to respond.
“Good girl.” He praised as he rubbed her a little faster and just like that his fingers were gone. She wanted to whimper as her clit already missed the feeling that his fingers provided but remembered his promise. Fuck every inch of her. Like every inch? Her mind wondered quickly as she felt him near her anus. Oh no. Fear gripped her as she heard the squeeze of a bottle and warm liquid near her as she felt the tip of his finger go inside her ass. She expected pain but all she could feel was her whole body tightening as he moved his finger in and out. Soon he inserted a second finger. She was gripping the bench moaning in pleasure. Soon his fingers were gone, and he ran his cock through the wetness of her folds, teasing her, as he centered himself and slowly pushed inside her anus. A little at a time. She tried to push back against him, but he rewarded her with a hard smack on her thigh; making her jump. Finally, all the way to his hilt he pulled all the way out. Grabbing her hips, he pushed himself inside her as deep and hard as he could go. He fucked her hard, the front of her body rubbing the leather as he quickened his thrusts. She felt like she would explode if she was not allowed to come soon. She bit down on the inside of her mouth as she clenched everything within her. “Come, baby,” he said as he pushed two fingers inside her vagina as he kept the rhythm inside her. This permission in the air, her body responded instantly. She screamed his name as she orgasmed around his fingers. He kept pumping until the spasms stopped and slowly pulled out of her, still rock hard. He wiped himself off as he sucked her cream off his fingers. He lightly slapped her butt as he chuckled. “We're only getting started.” He said as he walked to the front of the bench and knelt. Kissing her deeply, some of her cream on his lip. He undid the ropes around her wrist, twisting her, pushing her back against the leather as he devoured her mouth with his tongue. He felt himself almost hardening more. He had never met a woman like this one, that burned a fire within in so deep that he could never get enough of her. He leaned away as she licked her lips. He took her hand and silently led her over to the swing. He didn't need to ask if she trusted him, he knew that she did. He slowly put her in position laying on her front. A strap going above her breast and the other around her hips. He fastened both legs up in the air as she fell forward. Bouncing a bit, he saw her flesh shiver. He walked to the front of the swing as he rubbed himself a little bit as her eyes watched his hand never looking away.
“I want you to suck me. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir. More than anything.” She truly did. She had heard about the feeling. “I've never done it before.”
“I know.”
“What do you want?” He asked.
“You.”
“You have me.”
“I want to taste you. To have your cum in my mouth.” Claire bit her lip hoping that she wasn't too bold to speak the truth aloud of one of the dark fantasies she had come to have since meeting Aidan. A part of her told her that it was dirty that she should never want a man in her mouth.
Aidan truly smiled. “You may taste me.”
Claire looked up to ask a question but bit the inside of her mouth. He saw. He saw everything.
“You may ask your question, Claire.”
“Will you... will you fuck my mouth?” She asked as her stomach tightened at the need and the imagination that had been working overtime since she'd walked into the playroom.
“Yes. I'm going to fuck you so hard that I'm going to hit the back of your throat and when I come in your mouth, you will swallow a part of me. But first, lick me, taste me,” he whispered into her ear as she shuddered.
Claire nodded as she tried to lean forward. He stepped closer and took a hold of the top of the swing. As his cock came to Claire's mouth and she laid a small kiss on the tip, almost sending him over the edge, and then took him in her mouth. His penis was large, almost too large to fit. But she licked and sucked. Rolling her eyes upwards she watched Aidan's masked emotions. “Enough.” He barked and soon the swing was rocking as he moved and thrust into her mouth. She felt every vein. She kept sucking and took everything that he gave her. Their rhythm and time in the chair felt like an eternity but she didn't mind. She liked the feel of his veins pulsing because of the pleasure that she gave to him. The almost urgency of need that she sparked in him. Hitting the back of her throat he finally succumbed to the pleasure as he drained himself inside of her mouth. She swallowed, licking her lips, as he flipped her in the swing, her head upside down looking at him as he stalked to the front of the swing and she picked up her head looking at him. Did I do something wrong? Soon he was on his knees as he kissed her mound, his tongue licking her folds and flicking her clit. She gasped at the feeling as he lifted her ass to get a better position as his tongue moved inside of her, soon she on the edge and she couldn't hold it and came into his mouth, screaming in pleasure.
He unhooked her legs and stood her up. It was her second earth-shattering orgasm and she could barely stand as her legs were still shaking. Aidan easily used his arm, knocking out her legs as he swung her up into his strong, reassuring arms. He walked her over to the large, leather bed, laying her in the middle. “Stay.” She almost wanted to laugh. She could not move, even if she wanted to and she didn't want to. She was perfectly content. He came back with combined padded cuffs. He took her wrists and connected her to the bar at the top of the bed. Grabbing both legs, he cuffed each leg to a post. He slid a blindfold over her eyes and walked around the room. Soon a feathery whip smacked her lower stomach, she arched at the feeling and the surprise as much as she could with the cuffs. She laid there, completely exposed to Aidan and he hit her several more times with the whip as she writhed in pleasure. He could see the wetness building. He was already hard from the sight. He grabbed a pair of Ben Wa Balls putting them in his mouth to wet them, he leaned down sliding in the smaller ball and then the heavier one into her, smiling as he heard her gasp, with each ball. He unhooked her legs and flipped her over on her stomach. “I want you to kneel.” He helped her get into position since her arms were still fastened tightly to the rails. “Lean down to the mattress.” She did and he climbed onto the bed. Her ass resting on the back of her ankles in submission. The bottle of lube in his hand. He pushed her whole body up a little to give her arms a little space as he knelt behind her. He slowly rubbed the lubricant on his penis and a small dab on her anus. He pushed in her again; as she moved forward the balls moved inside of her. Her scream of pleasure only made Aidan push more slowly, elongating the pleasure with each thrust. She was begging him, pleading with him.
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��Use the safety word if you can't handle this.”
“I... can...” she gasped.
“Come for me, Claire. Keep coming for me.”
Moaning in pleasure she came fiercely. The milk running down her legs and onto the blue leather mattress she was kneeling on. He kept pumping inside of her as she gripped the chains that held the cuffs. She was shaking from the latest orgasm, but Aidan wasn't going to let her go that easily. He pulled out, lifting her ass he yanked on the cord that held the balls within her and pulled them out, dropping them to the mattress. He moved off the bed, grabbing her legs and yanking back, he flipped her again, so she was on her back. Seeing her covered in her come was almost enough for him to lose himself. He climbed back on the bed. He leaned over her, taking off the blindfold. “I want you to watch me as I take you.” He said as she opened her eyes. He pushed slowly inside her wet pussy to the hilt, shuddering at the feel, as she arched towards him, meeting his hips. He stopped deep inside her as her eyes closed and she moaned. “Tell me what you want.”
“Hard. Really hard.”
“Hard?”
“I want to feel you there tomorrow, and the next.” She shivered as she answered truthfully of what she truly wanted and needed.
He pulled out as she opened her eyes and looked to him before she could even open her mouth, he was leaning up undoing her cuff. “Don't speak.” After undoing both cuffs he got off the bed. Grabbing both of her ankles he pulled her to the edge of the bed with a yelp of surprise. He smacked her thigh at the noise.
“Do you remember your safety word?”
She nodded silently.
“Out loud, Claire.”
“Yes, sir. Purple.”
“Good. Now I'm going to fuck you hard.” Before he barely finished the sentence, he pushed so deep into her that she thought she could taste him. “Wrap your legs around me.” He ordered and she quickly obeyed. His pace quickened inside her, slamming into her at an alarming rate, the sound of their bodies seemed to echo around the room, until she came not only once but twice as he pounded into her as if he were trying to imprint her into the mattress. He kept slamming into her until she came a third time screaming his name at the top of her lungs. He smiled at the victory as he pulled out of her. “Crawl up into the middle of the bed and lie down.” She turned and slowly did as he said. The hunger in his eyes watched as she did as he commanded. He moved onto the bed, opening her legs as he lied on top of her, supporting himself on his arm, as he guided himself into her nice and slow. Keeping his rhythm, the same she whimpered as he slowly took himself to the hilt each time. His hair tickling her sensitive skin, his hand ran down her body until he found her spot and started to rub her as he slowly made love to her on the bed. He leaned down as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking at each thrust into her. Soon he felt her tightening around him and as she came, he pushed himself in one last time before he spilled his seed deep inside of her. His ejaculation lasted what felt like minutes and as he felt himself completely spent inside of her, he pulled out and slipped beside her. He kissed her as he finally started to catch his breath. He had lost himself in her, not really holding hack.
He kissed her shoulder and ran his hands down her arm. “Are you ok? No pain?”
Claire turned and laid her head against his chest, snaking her arm under his, sliding one of her legs between his. “No, sir.” Claire smiled. The dominance was over, and it was the laid-back Aidan that she'd seen a few glimpses of being near him. “Congrats on the app and printer design by the way.”
“Thank you. I hope that you like it and maybe use it.”
“Plan on it. Though it may get me into trouble.” Claire smiled into his chest as she blushed. “I almost had a different drawing tonight.”
“I had a feeling the moment you took the pen.” Aidan made circles with his fingers on her back. “What made you choose that picture?”
“It's the first time I saw the real you. It's when I first fell... for you.” She smiled as she laid her head back down on his chest.
Aidan held her in his arms as he turned towards her. “I love you Claire, my Baby Bear.” He kissed her temple.
“I love you too, Aidan.” Please don't hurt me. She silently prayed.
He sat up as he slid his arms under her and moved them back to their room, as he saw it, and laid her on the bed. Slipping in beside her, holding her to him, they both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Happy. Happy is what Claire was feeling as she woke up. Sun shining on her face, Aidan pressed up behind her. It had become a regular thing the past week since the event that led to them in the playroom. He had said that he had loved her, and she had said it back. She truly loved him, and she was not sure when it had happened. The past few months since meeting Aidan had been amazing as he treated her to museums, art galleries, weekend trips, and so many locations in New York and surrounding areas; though her favorite trip was probably the trip to the zoo. Claire smiled at the memory. Claire laid there as she started to breathe hard. Happy? No, no I can't be happy. I swore that I would never allow myself to be happy after all I was responsible for in the past.
Claire slid from the bed and walked into the closet grabbing a pair of jeans and her favorite t-shirt. She felt like someone was sitting on her chest, pulling, sucking, the air out of her. Her eyes watered as she fisted her shirt over her mouth as she screamed into it behind the closed door of the bathroom. She got dressed quickly and practically ran down the stairs.
Love. She had found love. Someone as unworthy of her had found someone who cared, loved, and even wanted her. Claire opened the fridge as she poured herself some orange juice. She was rigid and a nervous wreck by the time that Aidan moved into the kitchen.
Aidan woke to an empty bed but smiled as he heard noises in the kitchen. He slid on his pants and shirt and walked into the kitchen and sat down. He started watching her and noticed her clipped movements. He had seen it all before, she was mad. What did I do to upset her? Should I say something or just stay quiet? Aidan opted for silence. She would talk to him when she was ready.
“Why isn't she back? It's been ten weeks! Ten fucking weeks! How big is the fucking world to take this long?” Claire huffed as she put her glass into the sink. She started pacing as if she was ignoring Aidan and talking to herself. “You'd think she'd answer her phone, but no. I need her, and does she answer? Nope.” Claire growled. Aidan was about to say something, but Claire was pacing as she grabbed her phone and dialed a number. “Can we meet today? Yes, today.” Claire closed her eyes. “Eight, no nine. Let's go with nine.” Claire could barely breathe. She gripped the counter. “Ten minutes? I'll be there.” Claire walked from the room, not looking at Aidan at all. Aidan watched her; she had not even noticed him.
“Sam,” Aidan called loudly. Aidan remembered that Sam was in the hospital still, “Max,” he yelled. Max walked into the room quickly. All dressed in his business button-down shirt and pants. His gun and holster were hidden by the suit jacket.
“Yes, sir.”
“I need you to follow Claire and report back.”
“Sir?”
“I will stay here until you return. She's too... shaken.”
“Yes, sir.” Max walked away quickly.
Max walked into the parking garage as Claire was getting into one of the SUV's she had grabbed the car keys too. He jumped into his vehicle and drove quickly following her. He knew that Aidan was worried about her. He had seen so many changes in Aidan and even Claire over the past month to not be worried for her as well.
Claire walked quickly into Ashby Hospital. She did not speak to anyone, keeping her head down she walked intently to Doctor Gordon's office. She had been seeing her for eleven years and not since her rape had she made the call for an emergency session. Claire pushed opened the door without knocking as she wrapped her arms around her.
“Claire.” Gordon stood quickly as Claire stepped in. Claire was breathing hard almost gasping, shaking, panic sc
reamed from her eyes. “Sit. Put your head in between your knees. Just breathe.” Doctor Gordon rubbed her back as Claire sat there.
Max stood on the glass bridge, pretending to text, as he watched Claire sitting in the chair through the large glass windows that looked into the doctor's office. The doctor stood up grabbing her phone. “Code Green in my office. I need an oxygen tank, now.” She barked before slamming down the phone moving back to Claire. “Claire, I need you to calm down. Just breathe. You're safe, you're with me, I've got you.” Two nurses burst into the room with an oxygen tank and a crash cart. Rebecca sees Claire. The doctor slides the mask on her face.
Rebecca stands there rubbing her back. “What happened?”
“I don't know. She came in like this. God, she shouldn't have driven.”
“Knowing Aidan, she had a guard driving, or at least following.” Rebecca nodded to the man standing on the bridge. Doctor Gordon motioned for him to join them.
“She's not calming,” Rebecca said. Gordon looked back at Claire. “Let's lay her down.” They started to move her, but Claire put up her hand. “I'm ok. I'll be ok.” Claire weakly smiled as Max and Rebecca stood behind her.
“Do you have your pager?” Gordon asked Rebecca.
“Yes.”
“I'll page if I need you.” Rebecca nodded as she left the room. Max also stepped out as he took a bodyguard stance a little down the hall, giving them some privacy.”
“Claire, what's going on?”
“Aidan.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“He told me he loved me, and I told him I loved him too. I woke up and I was... happy.” Claire looked at Doctor Gordon. Fear and turmoil blazed in her eyes.
“Claire. Happiness is a universal emotion. Everyone feels it, at least they should. I hate that you did not have a good childhood, a childhood at all. Claire, I know you blame yourself for everything. But nothing your father did was your fault. You deserve to be happy.” Claire was about to interrupt but Doctor Gordon kept talking, “Everyone deserves to have happiness in their lives. Of course, Aidan loves you. Claire,” Doctor Gordon chuckled, “half our staff is terrified of him after your accident. I swear the stories you'd hear you would think he was possessed the moment he ran through the doors looking for you. He loves you. Alyssa loves you; and I love you. Claire, it's ok to love someone. It's ok to be happy.”