“Just have a lot on my mind.”
I didn’t have to ask what. Yesterday had been difficult for her. I hadn’t made it easier on her either.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know what to say. It wouldn’t change anything even if I did. What you say goes so there’s no point.”
What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I tried to give her things within my power when she asked for them.
“Let’s just not do this, Aiden. I told you I don’t want to fight with you any longer.”
“Do what exactly?”
“Did you even listen? Don’t push me, please. I can’t deal with any more.”
I stopped, grabbed her arm and forced her to look at me.
“Deal with what?”
“Please, stop.”
“No. What is wrong with you today?”
She tried to wriggle away from me, but I wouldn’t let her. Irritation flared in her eyes.
“What’s wrong? You’re making me do something I don’t want to do.”
“That’s not it.”
I wasn’t fooled. She was bothered by something else.
“Fine. I’m pissed off with you. I can’t take this blowing hot and cold business. For fuck’s sake, Aiden, you keep pulling me close and pushing me away in the next breath. I barely even know how to process the fact that my whole life has been built on a lie and then I have you messing with my head. I can’t do it. I can’t. Stop pushing me. I’m already fucking broken and all you’re doing is making it worse. So just fucking stop.”
I released her because I felt like she’d just slapped me in the face with her words. She stormed away from me, her breath coming fast and her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. Even when she was angry, she was perfect.
Fucking hell. Having all that thrown back at me made my blood pound. And the sick part? My cock demanded my attention. It throbbed uncomfortably. Angry and upset Avery was hot. She might be timid on occasion, but her temper made me want to teach her a lesson.
I strode towards her, taking her by the arm and tugging her along next to me.
“What are you doing? Let go of me.”
“No.”
“Aiden!”
I ignored her tone and her struggle to stop me in my tracks. We weren’t far from the woods now. No one would be about so I could do what I wanted with her. And Avery couldn’t do a damn thing to stop me. I dragged her into the trees when we reached them.
“Stop. Please, let go.”
“I told you there weren’t rules any more, but you still have to obey me. And right now, you’re going to do what I say or it’ll be fucking worse for you.”
“Aiden, stop it.”
When we were far enough in, I shoved her stomach first into a large oak tree and held her there. My mouth was right next to her ear.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m teaching you a fucking lesson.”
I kept an elbow at her back and tugged her hips towards me. I knew this angle would be uncomfortable for her, but I didn’t care. My cock pressing against her behind almost made me groan. I kicked her legs open and ground into her. Her gasp echoed around my skull.
“You think you can talk to me like that, Avery? News flash, you can’t. You don’t get to tell me how to treat you. This isn’t a fucking game. You are mine and because of that, you’re going to get down on your fucking knees in front of me. Do you understand?”
She whimpered. I ground into her again.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. Do you fucking understand?”
“Yes.”
I released her, stepping back. She turned around slowly. Her eyes were watery, but she did as I told her. She got down on her knees in the dirt. I really wasn’t thinking straight, but at that moment, I didn’t care. My need to make sure she understood her place outweighed everything else. My fucking feelings towards her be fucking damned. Everything else was insignificant.
I cupped her chin, forcing her face up towards me.
“What do you think I want you to do?”
She swallowed.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, I think you do.”
I tugged her face towards me, pressing it against my thigh. My cock twitched in anticipation.
“Aiden, don’t do this,” she whispered.
“Tell me what I want.”
There was silence for a long moment.
“You… You want me to… don’t make me say it, please. I don’t want to do this with you. Not like this.”
“You don’t have a fucking choice. Tell me what I want.”
Her hand wrapped around my leg.
“You want me to take your cock out and suck you off until you come down my throat.”
Hearing her say those words only made my need worse. Fuck. I wanted more than that, but I’d already made up my mind. We weren’t going to fuck unless she picked me.
“Good girl.”
I stroked her hair. She was going to look so beautiful with her lips wrapped around me.
She reached up and unbuckled my belt. Pulling away from my leg, she unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped the fly. Her fingers brushed over my cock. Fuck her touch was heavenly. I let her tug my jeans down slightly, just enough to give her access to me.
“Aiden,” she whispered. “I’m not very experienced in this. I don’t want to do it wrong.”
If it had been any other time, I would’ve told her to stop because of how fucking innocent she was. It was too late for that. I needed my cock in her mouth. I needed to come so fucking much, it burnt. Nothing else would do. It had to be in her.
“Stop stalling.”
“I’m serious.”
“Avery, take my cock out right now and wrap your fucking lips around it. If you’re doing it wrong, I’ll fucking tell you.”
She hooked her fingers into my boxers and pulled them down. My cock sprung free. Her eyes went wide. I wanted to shove her down on it, but I needed her to do it. Needed her to accept it was going to happen.
She reached up and held my cock in her hand. Her fingers barely fit around it because she was so fucking small. I jerked in her hold. Her touch was so fucking soft and delicate.
She rose up further on her knees and swallowed. When she finally wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, I groaned. Her mouth was hot and wet. So fucking delicious.
My fingers threaded in her hair. The urge to force her into taking more hammered in my chest.
“That’s it,” I grunted. “Suck me, Avery. Fucking show me how much you want to make me come.”
She did just that. She moved, bobbing her head up and down with long, drawn out strokes, taking more of me. Her fingers worked me from the base. Her other hand rested on my thigh, fingers digging in slightly.
Fuck. Her mouth was unlike anything else. No one had touched me in a way that was so innocent yet so fucking magic. Perhaps it was because she was so inexperienced. I didn’t care. All my focus was on my cock buried in her sweet, wet, hot mouth.
My fingers kneaded her scalp. Her pace increased. I grunted, feeling my climax building. Fuck it was too soon. I wanted to draw it out but I didn’t want to stop her.
“Fuck. Fuck, your mouth. Don’t fucking stop. More, fuck, Avery, more.”
I couldn’t help it. I was losing control and she was dragging me down with her. My cock hit the back of her mouth. She’d only managed about half my length. Her lips were stretched obscenely around my cock. It made me twitch.
Her eyes met mine. There was no anger or hatred in them. No. Avery looked at me with no small amount of desire flickering in the depths of those doe eyes. Doe fucking eyes.
“Is this turning you on? Are you wet for me?”
She pulled away, releasing me and taking a few deep breaths.
“Yes.”
“Good. When you’ve made me come, I’m going to shove you against that tree and you’re going to let
me feel just how fucking wet you are.”
She said nothing, merely looked at me with acceptance. Then she took me in her mouth and I lost all fucking ability for rational thought. My cock hit the back of her mouth again, but she didn’t stop there. She took more, letting me sink deep into her throat. I didn’t want her to gag on my cock. That wasn’t hot.
She wouldn’t allow me to pull away. She just kept taking it until she couldn’t anymore. Two fucking thirds of my cock and it was so tight I could hardly fucking breathe.
Avery let me fuck her throat without complaint. My balls tightened and I was about ready to fucking blow. I pulled back slightly as the sensation built until I couldn’t fucking hold on. Hot, sticky streams erupted from me. I grunted, continuing to fuck her mouth as it washed over me. Intense and fucking wonderful. The release so much sweeter because it was in her. Because she’d fucking given it to me.
To her credit, she swallowed every last drop I gave her. I wasn’t angry with her any longer. She’d been good and done what I asked even if she hadn’t really wanted to at first. Lesson fucking learnt. Obey me and you won’t fucking get in trouble.
“Put my cock away then get up,” I said.
I wanted to tell her how fucking amazing she’d been, but it would ruin the effectiveness of my lesson.
Her hands shook as she adjusted my clothes, zipped my jeans back up and re-buckled my belt. Then she stood, looking at me with wide eyes. She was waiting for what came next. I pointed at the tree. She moved and stood before it.
I stalked towards her, pressing her against the bark. I ran a hand down her side. Her body trembled.
“Do you want my touch, Avery?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want you, Aiden. I need your hands on me. I need you to feel how much I want you.”
“Where do you want my hands?”
Her eyes flickered with longing.
“My… I want you to touch my clit.”
Fuck. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to breathe life back into my cock and then we’d have a problem.
“Mmm, do you deserve that?”
“Please, I don’t, but I want you so much. Having your cock in my mouth made me so wet.”
I flicked open the button on her jeans. We both knew I couldn’t stop myself touching her. It was fucking inevitable we’d end up like this. I rested my forehead against hers.
“Please, Aiden.”
Her plea broke through the last fucking ounce of my control. I tugged open the zip on her jeans and shoved my hand inside her underwear. She wasn’t fucking joking about how wet she was. My cock jerked as soon as my fingers ran over her fucking delectable pussy. She moaned. The sound like fucking music to my ears.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, Avery? Fuck you until you come.”
“Please.”
“Then I need something from you first.”
Her breath dusted across my face. I could feel her pulsating against me. I stroked my fingers across her clit. Fuck, she felt incredible.
“What?”
“Your fucking submission. Do you understand? I want you to promise me you’ll never let another man touch you again because you’re fucking mine. I own you.”
“I promise, Aiden. I’m yours. No one else can have me. No one. I promise.”
The fact she didn’t hesitate to make that promise almost broke through all my fucking resolve. Fuck I wanted to rip her clothes off and shove her down on her hands and knees and fuck her.
“What will happen if someone tries to touch you or put their dick in you?”
“You’ll put a bullet in their head.”
“You remembered.”
“I remember everything you tell me.”
Good girl.
Now I’d extracted what I needed, I’d give her what she wanted. I sunk two fingers into her pussy. Fuck she was so tight. She cried out, her body bucking against me. My thumb swept over her clit as I thrust my fingers inside her. I wasn’t gentle about it. I wanted her to feel it. To know she was fucking mine and I would never give her mercy.
“This is just a taste of what I’m going to do to you when I fuck you.”
“Aiden,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“I have no fucking intention of stopping. I want you to come all over my fingers.”
Her eyes glazed over as she stared at me. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing completely erratic. And she looked so fucking beautiful.
I didn’t let up in pace. She bucked and trembled against me, crying out. Her fingers dug into my waist where she’d gripped me. There was nothing but me and her. Avery was the fucking sun and I was drowning in her submission. I fucking craved her. Seeing her so lost in me and what I was doing to her fed me. It brought me back to fucking life after all these years of feeling nothing but pure fucking hatred for those who had wronged me.
“Mine, fucking tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathed. “Yours, Aiden.”
I felt her pussy clench around my fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I knew she was on the precipice. One last thrust and she came undone. She couldn’t hold back a scream. It caused the birds above us to scatter and shattered the peace of the silent forest.
When she slumped against the tree with her eyes closed, I stroked her face with my free hand. She leant into my touch.
“I’m going to take you back now. What we were going to do can wait until tomorrow.”
She nodded. She wasn’t in any state to make a believable video after this and in all honesty, neither was I. I needed to get a fucking grip. This was never meant to happen. I wasn’t supposed to lose control.
“Come on, I’ll give you a piggyback.”
She opened her eyes and smiled at me. Radiant, just like she was.
“I can walk.”
“You don’t look like you can.”
I pulled away from her. She zipped her jeans back up and I bent down so she could get on my back. She hesitated for a few moments but climbed on. I hooked my arms around her legs and set off back towards the cottage.
Today had been a fucking disaster.
No matter how good it felt to be inside her mouth and have her come all over my fingers, it was a fucking mistake.
Avery might be mine but I couldn’t become hers.
Not now.
Not fucking ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Avery
I couldn’t think about anything other than what happened in the forest yesterday. I stared at the ceiling as I lay in bed, not wanting to get up. Aiden had gone out for a run, so I was alone, but he’d locked all the doors and windows in the cottage. I wasn’t planning on getting up until he got back.
The brutal way he’d handled me should’ve made me want to run away. Instead, it turned me on to the point of insanity. I questioned whether it turned me on because it was Aiden or because I liked it rough. Was it a combination of both?
I’d never explored the boundaries when it came to sex before. Innocent is what Aiden had described me as. He was right. My sexual conquests were limited to three.
The first time was a drunken fumble when I’d been sixteen with a guy I met on holiday in Jamaica. I don’t even remember his name.
The second, George, one of the popular boys at school, had been a mistake. He only slept with me so he could brag about having fucked Mitchell Daniels’ daughter. A small mercy my dad never got word of it because James punched George in the face for spreading shit about me.
And the third… James himself. The only male I felt close to who wasn’t part of my family. Gert didn’t know. In fact, no one knew except the two of us. Not something you go around blurting out. It became a way for us to let off steam up until I started seeing Peter. Families with expectations meant we both felt like the weight of the world was on our shoulders. We understood each other in a way Gert
couldn’t. She didn’t have rich parents like us.
A sudden wave of sadness hit me. I missed them, but James especially. And I could never, ever tell Aiden. How would I even explain it? I loved James, but not in a romantic way. Did it even matter? Whatever Aiden and I were doing with each other wasn’t exactly love or romantic. More like raw and animalistic. Two people who needed to possess each other with a desperation that bordered on madness.
I wanted to explore the side of me Aiden had brought out. I wanted to know the girl who needed to submit to him in every way possible.
The front door banged. Aiden was back. I shot out of bed and opened the door. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and holy fuck did he look hot as hell. His t-shirt clung to his muscles, moulding to his body.
His steel eyes roamed over me. I remembered what it felt like to have him in my mouth and the look in his eye as he came down my throat.
“We’re going out after I’ve showered so eat something,” he said before he strode into the bathroom.
He’d barely spoken to me after what happened. And for the first time, he didn’t hold me when we went to bed. I didn’t know how to take that. Something was off with him and it had everything to do with the forest. Did he regret it? Because I didn’t. No. I wanted more. I needed more.
I got dressed and made myself some food. I didn’t pay much attention when he moved from the bathroom to the bedroom. And when he came out, he looked pissed off.
“Shoes and coat on now and this time, we are going to film this video. Understood?”
I slipped off my chair and did as he said. Disobeying and arguing with him had only brought punishment. Admittedly I liked the lesson he dealt yesterday, but something about Aiden still terrified me. I didn’t want him to put me back in the cell when we returned to London. Staying in his good graces meant obeying.
We walked for a long time. He didn’t take me back to the woods. Instead, we found an empty field, still wet from the early morning dew. He pulled a small camera out of his pocket and handed it to me.
“In order to make this believable, it has to be filmed by your hand and you need to be fucking careful of what you say.”
“I know what you expect of me, Aiden.”
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