Leaning back against the uncomfortable couch in Aiden’s office, I spread my legs wide enough for him to get a good look. He already knew I wasn’t wearing panties this morning when I left his apartment. In fact, he doesn’t allow me to wear underwear at all. I have to obey him at all times, or he punishes me.

Aiden has tons of rules. Like his good girl, I follow them. I have gotten used to the structure he needs in his life even though it had taken some time to get used to at first. As much as I should care, I don’t mind when he calls me his whore, or when he spanks me so hard my that my ass cheeks sting for hours, sometimes days.

The pain is always there on my skin, a constant reminder of the power he has over my mind and body. But I have learned to love all of him. If that’s what it takes to keep Aiden satisfied, he can spank me all he wants. The sex is incredible, the best I have ever had.

It took me a while, but I have taken a liking to some of the kinkier things he enjoys. Aiden takes me to places I had never thought possible when I was with Mark. He makes my heart pound and my pulse speed up.

But we have some minor issues. Like the fact that Aiden needs sex an unusual amount of times per day, to the point my pussy hurts and my legs shake so bad I can’t wear heels the next day to work. I’m not complaining, not even a little bit. I just know that some days will be rougher than others, because underneath it all, he still has an addiction. Now, he has become addicted to me. And he is mine just as much as I am his.

Aiden has me to fulfill his every fantasy. I never say no, regardless of the request. The demanding, controlling side of him turns me on. I want to please him in any way I can. But am I helping him? It’s so hard for me to separate our personal and professional lives.

When I’d catch him sneaking off with women in college, I had no idea they were his submissives who were there to follow his orders. I hate that word. I’d prefer to be Aiden’s girlfriend, not his submissive. But the only way to have him as both my patient and lover is to invest myself in every facet of his lifestyle.

Aiden licks his lips as he stares between my legs. “You wanted another therapy session, so, I think we should start by talking about the things we like and don’t like about our sex life. You go first.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of talking about your past and how you got to this point.”

He shakes his head. “No, Scarlett, not today. We can save the psychobabble for another day.”

Staring at Aiden, I push up my skirt and touch myself. “I like it when you do this,” I tell him, maintaining eye contact.

“Mmm…” He rubs the dark stubble on his chin, focused on my thumb as I circle my clit. “Keep going, baby.” He leans forward in his chair and uses his thighs to balance himself.

“I like it when you finger my pussy, Dr. Shaw.”

When we are in his office, I have to refer to him by his professional name, and in the bedroom, it’s sir.

He tips his head in my direction. One firm look is all it takes for me to understand what he wants. So, I get right to it and slip two fingers inside me. I pay close attention as he unbuttons his slacks and removes his belt.

I wait for him to take off his pants so I can move to the next thing on my list. As if Aiden reads my thoughts, he does just that and kicks off his shoes along with his pants and boxer briefs. My pussy throbs from the sensation rushing through my body. I need Aiden to relieve me of this torture.

He stands in front of me with his massive cock on display. I stop fingering myself long enough so that I can reach out and touch him. My hand barely grazes his hip. Once I latch on, he moves closer, allowing me to take his length in my hand and stroke him.

“This, too,” I say, looking up at him. Then, I stick my tongue out to lick the tip. “And this.”

He smiles and takes a chunk of my hair in his hands. “Suck it,” he orders.

I do as he asks because I never deny him. And I love having this control over him, even if it’s only temporary. He gives me his rules to follow, a list of things he expects me to do each day. I do them because I love him, even if he doesn’t feel the same. I want to make Aiden happy.

He groans, his body jerking as he grips my hair tighter. “Swallow, my dirty little whore. All of it.”

After he comes in my mouth, I swallow, per his request, and lick my lips. He loosens his grip on my hair and takes a step back. I’m out of breath, practically panting from taking all of his cock.

He loves choking me with it, leaving me gasping for air as the tears fall from my eyes and the mascara slides down my cheeks. That’s part of his sickness. Or at least I think it is. He’s so forceful when it comes to oral sex. Well, sex in general.

Aiden bends down to kiss the top of my head and helps me to my feet. He lifts me up to wrap me in his arms, cocooning me in his warmth. This is the side of him that I love most. After those rough, passionate moments, he shows me the warm and caring person I have grown to love.

It’s as if he feels guilty for being this way and needs to find a way to make up for it. He doesn’t show this side to me enough. But when he does, I absorb every second.

Aiden sets me down and leans my head against his chest to stroke my hair. “I’m so glad I have you back in my life.”

“Me, too,” I confess. “I had no idea what I was missing in my life until we found our way back to each other.”

“I know, love. That’s why I think we should make things a little more permanent between us.”

“Like marriage?” I ask, glancing up at him.

He chuckles, his laughter shaking through me. “No, more like a commitment.”

I lift my head from his chest and gaze into his blue eyes. “Are you kidding me?” My excitement is uncontainable. I stop myself from jumping up and down, smiling so wide my jaw hurts.

Did I heal him? Maybe all he needed was stability. Or me. All of the pain was worth it.

“Nope,” he says with a wicked grin that makes me nervous. Aiden releases me long enough to bend down to remove two rings from the pocket of his black slacks. He holds out his palm to me, revealing a thick, black ring next to a slightly thinner one. “This is a promise ring of sorts. In my world, these rings symbolize a commitment between a Dominant and his submissive. This is what I can offer you, Scarlett. But like I said before, I don’t know if I will ever get to the point that I know you are hoping.”

“For now, this is enough. We will get there. Someday.”

“You have more faith in me than I do in myself.”

“I do.” I hold out my hand for him to slip the dark ring onto my finger. “Perfect fit. So, is this like a collar? I read about those online.”

He nods. “Sort of. With this ring, you are officially mine. We’re making a promise to each other that we will be with each other and no one else and that you will obey me.”

“I already do.”

“I know.” Aiden slides the tungsten ring onto his finger and stares down at it with a smile on his handsome face.

Maybe he can change. He’s still rough and aggressive, but he has shown me that there is more to him. Aiden could be capable of love someday. He could love me back.

“I love it,” I say, getting on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Good, I’m glad.” He moves his hand to my ass, and it gives it a good squeeze. “Now, that we made our relationship more official, get your sexy ass on my desk and spread your legs for me. I need to do a thorough inspection of your pussy.”

As if I wasn’t already excited about the recent change in events, my skin is on fire from the promise of Aiden’s tongue exploring every inch of my body.

“Yes, Dr. Shaw. As you wish.”

I bend over his desk, lift my ass in the air, and look over my shoulder at him. The games we play are so erotic and keep me wanting more. I can never get enough of him. Even on days when Aiden fucks me so hard, I can barely stand. He asks if I want more. The answer is always, Yes, sir.

“Wider,” he says, his mouth twisted up into a smirk as he positions himself behind me. “Spread those pussy lips for me, baby.”

“Yes, Dr. Shaw.” I smile and comply.

Aiden reaches around me to unbutton my blouse and slips his hand inside. He pops the last button on my shirt when he tugs at the thin fabric. I help him shrug the shirt off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor between us. Digging his cock into my ass cheek, he unhooks my bra to spring my breasts free.

He massages my nipples with his thumbs before he pinches them between his fingers. His touch hits every pressure point in my body, intensifying the feeling that rushes over me in waves. With each flick of his fingers, I melt into him, too consumed by the euphoria that clouds my brain.

Aiden takes his time with me, eventually pushing my skirt over my hips. By the time his hand slides up my inner thigh, the anticipation of what comes next is unbearable. He makes sure to torture me, tease me in every way possible.

Taking my ass in his hands, he kisses my bare skin, tormenting me, as he lowers himself so that he can bury his face between my legs. His breath on my sensitive skin causes my toes to curl. The wait is foreplay enough. I need him now. I want him to destroy me once again.

When Aiden’s tongue slips between my folds, I hold my breath, unable to move or think straight. What I should be thinking about is the fact that I am doing something forbidden in his office, where his secretary could knock on the door. Or worse, she could come in here unannounced.

As he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue brings me to the point of convulsing. “Aiden,” I whisper, my lips pressed against the wood. “Yes, just like that.”

“I want you to come for me.” He adds another finger, quickening his pace.

I moan in response, tilting my head to the side to stare up at the ceiling. My body tightens and then trembles, as I rock my hips, pushing his fingers further, moving harder and faster. With the last flick of his tongue, I come so fucking hard. He grabs my ass tighter and laps up every last bit of my juices, heightening my pleasure.

He pulls his fingers from my aching pussy and flips me over. With my juices coating his fingers, he raises them to his mouth before he pulls down my bottom lip for me to taste. I stick out my tongue and lick my lips.

“That’s a good girl.” Aiden pulls me into his chest and kisses me, his tongue rough and aggressive as it sweeps into my mouth.

Once he releases me, he turns me over once more, forcing me to lean my forearms on the desk. He rubs his hand over my ass, his touch soft for once. I look over my shoulder at him as he enters me. When he grips my hips tight enough to leave fresh marks, I let out a series of screams, taking it as he fucks me harder and faster.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Harder, Aiden.”

“Be careful what you ask for, baby,” he whispers in my ear.

He loses himself in me and me in him. I unravel beneath Aiden, my body trembling along with his before we both lose control.