Chapter Eleven
By the time Aiden and Amaryllis finished questioning Mitchell, they had the law from several counties involved in the case. Amaryllis had spent an hour on the phone with a constable near Laramie who’d heard of some tainted beef coming into a local grocery and a case had been opened because so many people were getting sick.
In trying to slide the attention from himself and his involvement in the butchering, Mitchell had told them something about a guy with a suspicious cattle brand that had Amaryllis on the phone again, this time with a brand investigator in Cheyenne.
She appeared in the door of the interrogation room again, eyes bright. “False brand not affiliated with any ranch in Wyoming or the neighboring states. Several cows sold off last week, calves too. We found out who bought the cows and the Cheyenne sheriff’s office is sending someone down there now to investigate.”
Mitchell looked up with hope on his face. “I can tell you more.”
“You will tell us more—everything you know,” Aiden said slowly, with deadly calm in his voice. “Starting with how you got involved in this. A family man like you, working hard to support his family as a mechanic.”
He was playing to the man’s morals to get him to discuss the crimes.
Mitchell nodded. Amaryllis came to sit next to Aiden, her thigh so close he could feel the warmth off it. The urge to let his knee fall to the side and brush his leg against hers was strong, but he resisted.
As soon as he got her alone, though, he wasn’t playing around. No holding back. He had a length of rope in his truck that would serve well.
They wrung a bit more from Mitchel, but half an hour later, the man had clammed up.
Aiden stood and motioned to Williams to come into the room. “Show him to his new home.”
Williams nodded and went to hook a hand around Mitchell’s biceps. “Come with me. I’ll show you what a cell looks like.”
As soon as the man was out of the room, Aiden looked into Amaryllis’s eyes. She shook her head. “He didn’t tell us much. Protecting someone. Or he’s scared.”
“I’d say scared. Did you see how sweat broke out on his forehead when we started really asking questions?”
She nodded.
“What’s on your mind? I see you’re thinkin’ on somethin’.”
“I was thinking we need to start asking the local businesses who’s coming in and making unusual purchases. Electronics store. Off-roading vehicles.”
Damn, she was one smart little cookie. “You’re right. If someone’s suddenly got money, he’s going to spend it. C’mon. Let’s grab a little lunch and talk to some people.”
“A bit late for lunch, isn’t it?”
“Too early for supper. Besides, I plan on having more than one meal today.” He gave her a long look that had pink blooming in her cheeks. He ducked his head to cover his smile.
Fifteen minutes later, with a pot of steaming coffee between them and two big meals on order, he and Amaryllis had a brainstorming session about the case. Mitchell had given them a few leads, but now they knew the rustling ring was bigger than they’d believed. It involved several counties and the thieves would be serving real jail time.
Aiden wrote more details in his book but put it away when their food arrived. Amaryllis lifted her fork and tucked into her home fries with onions and green peppers as if she’d been on the trail for days without a hot meal. When she glanced up to find him staring, that pink blush rose to her cheeks once more.
“You’re mighty pretty when you blush.”
“Shut up, Roshannon.”
“I’d like to make you blush all over.” He pitched his voice low.
She darted her tongue out and wet her lower lip. “Not here.”
“Back at my place then. I think we horrified the owners of the B&B where you’re staying enough for one week.”
She gulped down her bite in her mouth, looking nervous. Aiden sat back in his seat and studied her. He’d never seen her anything less than perfectly in control of her emotions. But right now, she didn’t seem to be able to keep the blush from her face or the excitement from her glances.
He ate his meal with a tight chest and a tighter pair of Wranglers. He wanted her so bad that he couldn’t guarantee he’d get her home. The rope was in his truck, after all.
After she’d polished off her home fries and a country fried steak, the waitress asked if she could get them slices of fresh banana cream pie. Amaryllis shook her head and Aiden asked for the check. He’d have his pie, all right, but they needed to be alone.
With a hand on her lower back, he guided her out of the restaurant and to the truck. He made a move to reach for her door, but she grabbed the handle first. Throwing a look over her shoulder, she said, “I got this.”
He inched closer, trapping her against the steel and his body. Looking down into her eyes, he said, “I love how independent you are, doll. But remember that when I take control, you’re going to be begging for more.”
Her eyes grew hazy and she opened her mouth to say something. He brushed his lips across hers in a brief kiss and then pushed away from the truck. He got in before she did, and he figured she must be standing there dazed.
Smiling to himself, he headed out on the road, back to the job. They needed to hit the slaughterhouse before the second shift came on and cattle were loaded into the building.
“Aiden.” Her voice came hesitantly.
He fixed her in his gaze. “Yeah, doll.”
She locked her fingers together and a flush crept over her throat. “I think we should talk about what we’re going to do. Later, I mean. With you dominating me.”
His cock stretched to full hardness in one word—dominating.
He slowed the truck to a speed he felt more comfortable keeping while talking about how he was going to pleasure her and with a raging hard-on. “What do you know about domination?”
A shiver ran through her. “Not much. Just things you hear.”
“Like what?” He already knew. The misconceptions around BDSM were widespread and rampant. People believed it was about pain when really it was about trust.
She lifted a shoulder in an adorable shrug. “Just that the… spankings… are sometimes painful.”
“Depends on who’s doing it. If done right, you’ll feel the sting but be so consumed by the passion and need that you won’t give it a thought.”
“And you’re… good at it?”
“Been told I am. Amaryllis, there’s something we both get in the deal, and that’s pleasure. If you’re not feeling that, then we stop. Period.” She wouldn’t want that, though. By asking questions, she was already receptive, and he’d seen the rapture on her face while obeying his commands.
“I’ve heard there’s a safe word.” She threw him a look, eyes feverish, cheeks pink.
God, he wanted to strip her clothes off here and now and find that rope.
He managed to grip the wheel and nod. “Yes, you choose the word. One that means something to you but that you wouldn’t just use in a conversation.”
“I-I read that a lot of people use the word Oklahoma.”
He blinked. “Oklahoma?”
“Yeah, it’s on the top fifteen list of safe words in the US.”
“You researched this?”
“Yes.”
“When?” He was amused, aroused and ready to rumble.
“I looked it up on my phone while I was waiting for information from those constables in Laramie.”
He hit the brakes and stopped in the middle of the road. Not much traffic out this way, and they weren’t causing a hazard. But Amaryllis’s admission was sure wreaking havoc with his libido.
“Let me get this straight. While you were working a case, you were thinking of me?” He pitched his voice low, holding her gaze. “Thinking of me taking you into my bedroom and knotting my rope around you and spanking your ass?”
Another shiver ripped through her. “Yes.”
Damn, he loved how she didn’t look away when she answered him. How she was bold in the face of something new. He didn’t think there was a single thing on earth she’d back down from.
He reached across the console and wrapped his fingers lightly around her wrist. Her eyelids fluttered as she realized he was simulating a restraint. Her breasts heaved as her breathing came faster.
“And you’ve decided Oklahoma’s your safe word?”
She nodded. “Seems better than some of the other suggestions. Not so basic.”
His cock head felt so engorged it would burst. “And what were some of those?”
“Red, stop, banana, pineapple.”
He chuckled. “Oklahoma definitely suits you better, doll.” He unbuckled his seat belt. Then he leaned across the console, tightening his hold on her wrist as he cupped her jaw and kissed her.
The soft melding of mouths quickly turned into a heated, tongue-questing kiss. Long passes of his tongue through her mouth raised groans from each of them. When he ran his hand over her breast, finding the center as hard as a gumdrop, he bit back a roar.
Hell yeah, this woman wanted him, all of him. The dirty kinky side of him. She hadn’t even run when he’d told her about his mess with the military.
He drew back enough to look into her eyes. Her long lashes dipped over her smoldering gaze.
“I want you so fucking bad, Amaryllis.” His voice sounded raw, roughened by blazing need.
“I want you too. Is it terrible I want to skip the slaughterhouse and go straight to your place?”
He dropped his forehead to hers with a grunt. Breathing hard, he said, “Let’s get this over with so we can play.”
She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, a tender caress that did things to his heart as well as his body. When he didn’t move, she whispered, “Aiden.”
He needed to stop touching her, get back to driving. They’d been sitting in the middle of the road for long minutes. Luckily, the few cars that traveled this way on a regular basis wouldn’t be by until evening.
“Aiden, let’s get on the road, get it over with like you said.”
Unable to move for the ache in his groin and the bigger one swelling around his heart, he continued to cup her face.
Suddenly, she started to belt out, “Ooooooklahoma! Where the wind comes—”
He stamped her mouth hard with his kiss, silencing her. They laughed through the moment and he faced forward and gripped the wheel again.
“At least we know my safe word works.” She sounded smug and excited at the same time.
He adjusted his swollen cock but no amount of nudging would ease the throb there. He sent her a look. “That’ll be the first and last time you use that word, doll. Because I have no intention of giving you anything but the pleasure you need and deserve. You won’t want me to stop.”
She bit down on her lower lip and nodded to the window. “Drive, Roshannon.”
A grin stretched over his face so wide it made his cheeks hurt. At first, he’d believed himself saddled with a pain in the ass for a partner. Now he couldn’t imagine working a case without her.
* * * * *
Aiden’s home was set back from the road, a small cabin-like structure with absolutely no cheer or hominess. Amaryllis hadn’t been expecting something off the pages of a décor magazine, but the man was so full of life that she couldn’t connect him with this space. His cubicle back in the sheriff’s office seemed to reflect him more, and it was bleak to say the least.
She couldn’t lie to herself and say she wasn’t nervous. The prospect of giving up her control completely to Aiden was nerve-wracking. And hot as hell. All day long she’d been thinking of what was to come, and she was in a constant state of arousal, her panties damp.
“Do you have a dog?” she asked.
“With all the long hours I keep, how would I have time for one?”
“I guess I wasn’t thinking about that. You seem like a guy who’d like a companion.”
“Maybe someday,” he said noncommittally.
“I don’t have any pets either. I had a fish a few years back, but I went off on a case and forgot to get someone in to feed it or leave one of those vacation feeders. When I came back, it was belly up.”
Across the cab, he sent her a long look, the corner of his lips tipped up. “You still beat yourself up over that, don’t you, Amaryllis?”
Being thrown together like they were gave them a crash-course in getting to know each other. He seemed to understand things about her that most people didn’t. Only her brother, JD knew how bad she’d felt about that fish.
Poor Mr. Guppy.
Aiden stopped the truck in front of the house and cut the engine. A monumental silence took hold of them. He dipped his head, hat concealing his eyes. “If you want to back out, say the word and I’ll take you home.”
“I don’t,” she said at once. Her words raspy.
He shot her a smoldering look and then got out of the truck. She sat there a moment, taking in what she was about to do. Putting herself in his hands was a huge deal to her—she was always in control.
We’ve had hot, kinky sex before.
Not like this will be.
He opened her door. She turned to him and slid out into his waiting arms.
He scooped her against his chest with a growl of need. The fireworks shooting off before they’d taken a single step toward the front door. He swayed her to his body, molding her to fit him. And her body answered with a resounding hell yeah.
She went on tiptoe, pulling at his head to draw him down to her. He slammed his mouth across hers with a bruising need, and she parted her lips. Hot, slippery sweeps of his tongue ignited her, and she couldn’t get close enough.
Lifting her, he nudged the truck door shut and turned for the house. Kissing her all the way across the yard to the small front porch. When he raised his head, she was gasping.
He gave her a quirk of a smile and let her slide down his body until her boots touched the floorboards. While he unlocked the front door—three locks, she noted—she tried to still the pounding of her heart, to no avail. It thundered in her chest like a herd of bulls breaking free.
For a woman who lived by the code of being in control, the idea of submitting was far too exciting.
He pushed open the door and waved for her to enter first. She stepped into the space, registering very few furnishings. “It looks like you just moved in.”
“Place was furnished when I moved in. Guess I haven’t done much to the place since then.” He raised a shoulder and let it fall. “I pay the rent check, keep the power turned on and sleep here most nights. That’s all.”
She looked up into his eyes. Aiden Roshannon was a hard man, but she hadn’t thought of him being someone who didn’t live outside of work. When he spoke of his childhood home Eagle Crest, his eyes lit up.
Curling his fingers into her long hair, he gazed deep into her eyes. “It’ll take me a minute to get things ready for us. Do you want to watch some TV?”
She blinked. How could she ever sit still while he rigged up his bedroom with whatever he would use to dominate her? She shook her head. “Could I… watch you?”
He gave a small nod. Then he reached out and twisted the three locks on the door, closing them in. “C’mon.”
The thumps of his boots on the wooden floors sent chills up her back as she followed him into what might have been used as a dining room but was Aiden’s storage space and depository. Everything from boxes to a coffee table with a broken leg sat there.
He threw her an apologetic look. “This is all stuff I need to get around to putting away. I admit, I’m not a great housekeeper.”
Somehow, his words endeared him to her a little more. Everything about his life screamed that he was lonely, though a stubborn man like him would never admit to it.
“Maybe I’ll come by and help you sometime.”
He searched her face as if seeking a lie but then nodded. “That’d be nice. I could grill ya a nice thick steak.” He straightened, pulling a length of rope from a box he’d been digging through. “And then fuck you until you don’t know your own name.”
* * * * *
Amaryllis’s breath whooshed from her, and she planted a hand on the wall as if to hold herself up. He wasn’t in much better shape—jittery as a cat in a cowboy dance hall, his body tense with arousal and worry about what was to come.
If things went bad between them, working conditions would be unbearable. If he scared her or hurt her, he’d never forgive himself.
There was still time for him to back off, to just have normal vanilla sex, maybe push her with a few commands. But deep down, he knew that would never be enough when it came to Amaryllis. The need to claim her was too strong. His mind too fogged with it.
Besides the rope, he grabbed a small black box that was locked with a padlock. He tucked it under his arm and tilted his head toward the hall leading to his room. “Ladies first.”
She made a faint noise and started toward his room. Her strawberry blonde hair swaying on her back, her round ass inviting more lustful thoughts than ever. His dick throbbed.
After they entered his room, Amaryllis turned to him, her expression guarded.
“This is a little out of my territory,” he said quietly, setting down the rope and box. “I’ve never started with a woman standing here watching me.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“It’s not that. I just worry I’ll scare you off.”
She glanced down at her hands and then back up at his face. “I’d like to see, if that’s okay.”
She’d take what control she could get. He understood that.
With her looking so worried, nibbling her bottom lip, he couldn’t ignore her and start stringing ropes from his bedposts.
He reached for her. Drawing her close, wrapping his arms around her curvy body and breathing in her sweet scents. “I feel something different with you, Amaryllis.”
“Me too,” she breathed against his shoulder.
He cupped the back of her head and held her. “Let’s explore it then. If you trust me.”
She drew back enough to meet his gaze. “I do.”
“Good.” He stepped away and grabbed the rope. Though he hadn’t done this in a long time, creating the wrist and ankle restraints was like second nature. Four loops of rope that could be tightened around her limbs hung from the four corners of his bed. Then he was left with one long length of rope coiled on the bedcovers.
The hemp called to him, begged for his fingers to work the knots that would secure Amaryllis’s beautiful body for him. His cock was so stiff, and if he didn’t release it from his jeans soon, he’d be in more pain.
But he had to take this slow. So fucking slow, turn her on so fucking much that she was dripping wet and begging him.
“Take off your clothes.”
A breath escaped her parted lips. She only hesitated a second before bending over and removing her boots. As each piece of clothing created a pile on the floor, he watched. All the while, the locked black box seemed to scream for him to open it, to find his whip, light flogger, paddle.
Having those grips in his hands again…
And with this woman…
He swallowed hard, feeling his Adam’s apple bulge against his throat.
When she peeled off her jeans, revealing silky black panties, he couldn’t bite back his groan. Her gaze snapped to his.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
That flush he was beginning to live for climbed her breasts and throat to settle in her cheeks. She sent him coy glances as she removed her bra. Her breasts bounced free, ripe, the tips already distended in invitation for his tongue.
“Cup them together. Hold them up for me.”
A shudder ran through her as she curled her fingers around the bottoms of each breast, pushing them up and together. He stepped up to her and tossed his hat aside. Dipping his head, he snaked his tongue around one areola and then the other. Lapping each until it swelled more for him. Then swirling his tongue around and around. When small noises started escaping her lips, he sent her a piercing look.
And clamped her nipples between his fingers. Hard enough to sting, to let her feel the bite of what he could give her, the juxtaposition of pleasure and pain. How the pain mixed itself up and heightened the need.
She cried out.
“Don’t look away from me.”
She centered on him again as he applied pressure to her sensitive nipples.
“If I get some clamps for you, will you wear them?”
She bit into her lower lip again as if to trap another cry and nodded.
With a rumble of pleasure, he released her nipples. Then he leaned in to bathe them with his tongue again. She made a strangled noise and cupped his head to her.
Fuck, she was reacting the way he wanted, needed, craved. After sucking each for long minutes, he reached around her and clamped a hand on her ass cheek. Hard enough to draw another cry from her.
“On the bed, face down. Arms up and legs spread.”
“Oh God, Aiden.” Her voice shivered.
He looked deep into her eyes. “I’ll take care of you. Give you everything you need. Trust me.”
“I do,” she whispered.
He nodded and gave her a little nudge toward the bed. She climbed onto it, giving him a perfect view of her backside. Tiny panties cut upward on her cheeks, revealing the curves and highlighting the space between her thighs. He bit his inner cheek to hold back the growl of want bulging at his throat.
She stretched her hands toward the bedposts and spread her thighs.
“Farther.”
She obeyed.
“Fuck.” Her panties rode up more, and the lips of her pussy against the fabric made him want to pull out his cock and pound her hard and fast until she was screaming for him.
He gripped his cock and squeezed. Counted to ten. When he had more control, he stepped to the front of the bed and looped her wrists in the ropes. He slid the knots until she was secure and tested that they weren’t too tight.
“If your hands go numb or tingle at any point, tell me and I’ll stop.”
She nodded, her eyes hazy with a passion that only fueled his fires.
He moved around to her feet and repeated his movements. When she was stretched across his bed, he took one look at her ass and could barely see straight. He went for the black box.
The combination wasn’t hard to remember—his birthday. When he opened the lid and saw the paddle nestled in the black velvet alongside the coiled whip, some of the tension went out of him.
This was right.
This was him and Amaryllis. Together they’d explore and draw closer. Deep down, he knew once he had what he wanted from her that he’d never give her up.
That should scare the hell out of a man like him—ex-Marine, war-hardened with a career in the law. Hell, he didn’t keep a dog around because he couldn’t invest the time in one. But Amaryllis was different.
He removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor. The clink of his belt buckle had Amaryllis turning her head to see. Good—she was growing aware of sounds, letting them heighten her desire.
She moved restlessly against the mattress as he unzipped his jeans slow inch by slow inch.
“No rubbing your pussy on the bed. That’s mine.”
She stilled but her breaths came out harsher.
With his clothes off, his cock stood straight up on his abs, purple and ready. He reached into the box and pulled out a cock ring. The small nubby fingers encircling his dick felt like fucking heaven and hell in one little circlet.
“Flex your hands for me.”
She did, showing him that she had good feeling.
“Feet too.”
She wiggled her ankles and toes.
“Good girl.” He took the paddle from the velvet and closed the lid.
Her back bowed at attention.
“I’m going to spank your ass, Amaryllis. I’m going to show you that I’m in charge and you will take every smack with a thank-you, Master. Do you hear me?”
She nodded.
“Say it for me.”
“Thank you… M-Master.”
Fuck. He dropped his head forward, power and joy rushing through his veins. Three deep breaths and five heartbeats later, he began.
* * * * *
Amaryllis’s nerves felt like they’d been draped over an electric fence. A thousand watts of need blasted her system as Aiden brought what felt like a paddle down on her ass cheek.
The hard smack sent her reeling, her breath gushing from her lungs.
And her clit swelling.
He made a guttural noise. “Again.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Face forward, sub. Push your ass up.”
Oh God, her panties were soaking, her pussy aching for his fingers, lips, cock. Who knew this lawman from small-town Wyoming was a Dom with all the skills to light her on fire? He must have gotten involved in some kinky shit in the service.
Another crack had her stiffening. The sting blasted through her panties and into her skin. She cried out and was rewarded with a brush of his fingers over the spot he’d just spanked.
She clung to that softness. If he’d give her more of that, she could endure a hundred more swats.
Well, maybe not that many.
“What do you say, sub?”
Her mind caught up. “Thank you, Master.”
He made a contented noise. “You don’t listen to me in the field and that’s okay. You do your job and you’re damn good at it, Amaryllis. But in this room, I am your Master and you will listen to everything I say.”
She nodded. Panting hard. She needed another spank. Oh God, had she just thought that? What had she turned into?
A third smack had her rising onto her knees, pushing back. “Thank you, Master,” she said on a moan.
“Jesus God,” he groaned.
Did that mean he liked her reaction?
Another spank came down harder on the other cheek. Three for each and her bottom was beginning to feel swollen. Even through her panties, she knew her cheeks were red and warm. Between her thighs, her clit pulsated to the rhythm of his paddle.
He delivered several more swats to each cheek and then stopped. Her heart seemed too loud in the silence—could he hear it?
She dragged in a shuddering breath. “Master?”
“Yes, sub.”
“I need your touch.”
As if he’d been waiting to hear just that, he let out a hasty breath. Something wooden—probably the paddle—hit the floor. When he touched her, she expected to feel his wide palms and long, rough fingers, and was shocked by his lips.
Soft kisses roaming over her cheeks, spattered down to the undercurve of her ass and back up. She shook with desire. If this was what giving herself up to Aiden meant, then she’d made the best decision of her life. Her mind was blanked to any worries. Cattle rustlers, ranchers, her brothers and the prospect of owning her own small farm all fled her mind.
She lived right here, right now in this room with Aiden.
He slipped his tongue under the elastic edge of her panties. The warm wetness spread up to the place where he’d spanked her left cheek. He walked his fingers up her inner thighs, and she tugged her bonds so hard that the bedframe rattled.
He chuckled and continued to torment her, almost skimming his fingers over her needy pussy but backing off enough to drive her crazy.
“Please. Touch me.”
“When I say you’re ready.”
She wanted to put her arms around his neck and draw him down for a deep kiss. To feel his strength wrapped around her. Passion rose up and consumed her. She wasn’t going to walk away from this experience the same person. She had changed since meeting Aiden. In a very short time, she had found something she hadn’t known she wanted.
Needed.
He hooked his fingers in her panties and yanked them down. A beat of silence followed but she felt his gaze on her backside.
“Cherry red for me. Your skin’s so easily marked. I knew it.”
“It’s the red hair in me.”
He spanned his hands across her bum, letting her feel where the edges of the paddle had marked her. Her skin felt fiery hot and she was so turned on.
His hands left her, and he got off the bed. The mattress dipped under her. What was next on this roller-coaster journey into the unknown?
The rough bite of hemp around her middle made her gasp. She pushed to her knees again, twisting to try to see him. Not seeing what he was doing only made her more aware of her vulnerability, but it filled her with sudden calm.
She went still.
“Good sub. I’m going to tie this rope around you and suspend you.”
“Oh God.” How would that even work? She was no dainty flower. She was muscular and curvy. Would ropes support her weight without cutting her in pieces?
She had to trust him.
He worked the rope around and around her, up to her ribs and down to her hips, creating a net. Then he strung the first corner to the bedpost. She felt her upper body rise off the bed.
“This shouldn’t hurt. If it cuts into your skin at all, you say the word and I’ll stop.”
Oklahoma was her safe word. But she was fine—better than fine. She was fucking fantastic and ready for more.
“Yes, Aiden.”
“Master,” he corrected in that deep voice that was like the river flowing over rocks.
Somewhere on the floor, her phone tinkled a ring tone. Aiden stopped and turned from the bed. She heard a plastic sound as he set her phone back down. Whoever had called was definitely not reaching her tonight.
When Aiden worked her other side off the bed, he was slightly rougher. Could he be feeling the same desperate need she was? When they finally came together, neither would be able to hold back and she knew part of him wanting her this way was to pull that out of her.
With her upper body suspended off the mattress, she waited. He couldn’t work quickly enough.
* * * * *
Aiden didn’t want to see that fucking name flash across Amaryllis’s phone screen. JD. Who the fuck was he?
Aiden kept telling himself that she was here with him, wearing his ropes, his red paddle marks and soaking wet for him. Yet some other man was calling her.
He freed her legs long enough to remove her panties and then winched her off the bed completely. She hung there, inches from the mattress. Her belly dipped lower, and he didn’t want her back to suffer for it, so he found a pillow and eased it beneath her. That would help stabilize her for when he fucked her too.
“All right, sub?” His quiet question sounded harsh.
“Aiden. Master. I need to see you. Please.” Her words were choppy and his heart contracted at the sound of her uncertainty. She was asking for a connection, and he could not deny her.
He walked to the head of the bed and knelt to look into her eyes. One glance and he was a goner, thoughts of JD fled. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. She turned her face up for his kiss.
When he raised his head, his throat was tight, aching with emotion. She was knotting him up as much as he had her with his ropes.
She issued a shaky breath. “I want you so bad I can’t think.”
Her admission sent him into full Dom mode. He stood. Knotted her hair in his fist and guided his cock toward her mouth. He skimmed it across her lips, back and forth. She opened for him, but he resisted sinking into her sweet heat. Two pumps and he’d be a goner.
Need exploded inside him, but somehow, he managed to draw back and move behind her.
The sight of her ass, hiked up, her cheeks reddened from his paddle, and the shadow of wet pussy between her thighs dragged a groan from him. He didn’t hesitate—he crawled onto the bed and buried his face between her legs.
She cried out as he sank his tongue into her wet folds and thumbed her clit at the same time. The bed shook with her trembles—or were they his?
Her flavor coated his tongue, driving him to give her the best orgasm of her life.
It didn’t take long. She started to contract around his tongue. He flicked faster, deeper. She issued a loud moan and then juices gushed over his lips as her release struck. Her circled her clit with his forefinger, extending her pleasure. When she started to pant and gasp, he raised his head.
* * * * *
She’d never seen a man in real life wear a cock ring, and it was fucking hot as hell. She’d ached to take his length into her throat and feel that ring against her lips, but he’d denied her. As he was so fond of doing.
Bastard, she thought with extreme affection.
Now he’d just given her an earth-shaking orgasm and wouldn’t put his cock in her fast enough. She half expected him to paddle her some more, but that never came.
She didn’t know if she was disappointed or not.
“Can you come with a cock ring?” she asked.
“Hell yeah. Makes it much more intense and lasts longer.”
“Mmm.”
“Curiosity satisfied, sub?”
“Yes. Aiden… Master. Fuck me.”
“You want me to fuck you? Like this?” He thrust two fingers into her pussy, high and deep. She screamed as bliss washed over her like a tidal wave. With his digits in her snug depths, she lost all sense of reality and only felt.
He withdrew, dragging her wetness with his fingers, and then plunged back in.
“Oh God.” Not feeling the bed beneath her, only the prickly ropes and the soft pillow, gave her a sense of floating. She was only anchored by his touch. Those two fingers working their magic in and out of her pussy.
“You’re so fucking ready for me. You need my cock.” He bit off the words.
“Yessss.”
“You want me buried deep in you, splitting you with my thrusts.”
“Oh God, yes. Please.”
He speared her again, pressing a spot that made her flood with juices. He groaned. A second later, he pulled his fingers free and his cock entered her in one hard shove.
Filled completely, her mind, heart and soul all wrapped up in the moment along with her body, which was singing for more. He grasped her by the hips and burrowed into her. His hips slapped her body, the sound mingling with their combined groans.
She’d never been so consumed by a man or, well, by anything in her life. She closed her eyes and let Aiden have all of her. When she felt him stiffen, she knew he was close. Helplessly strung, she couldn’t move to get what they both needed.
But he did that all by himself.
With a harsh grunt, he slammed into her, and her inner walls contracted with an orgasm so fierce it stole her breath. A rush of liquid heat bathed her insides as his own roared release shattered the air.
For long minutes, she floated on a haze of ecstasy. When he rocked his hips into her one last time, they shared a moan.
“You were right,” she whispered.
“About what, doll?” So she was no longer sub. Their session was over. Now they were entangled in brand new ways.
“Good thing we didn’t do that at the B&B.”