The following morning, I wake up curled up on the couch right next to Aiden. The fainting couch barely fits one person, but somehow we managed to stay the night here together. It feels amazing to wake up next to him. I love the way he smells and the softness of his features when his eyes are closed. I find myself nestled right in his armpit, and his face is turned slightly away from mine. His mouth is open just a bit while he breathes in low, deep breaths. I lick my lips. They are ridiculously dry and my mouth is completely parched. When I finally make the move to get up, I wince in pain. Sleeping on his shoulder for probably the whole night gave me a big crick in my neck. It hurts to even get up. I force myself to stand up through the pain and slowly start to move my neck from one side to another to work out the kink.

“Oh, hey there, gorgeous,” Aiden says, yawning and stretching. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, my neck just hurts a lot.”

“Here, let me help.” He jumps up and puts his large, strong hands around my neck. I wince a little in anticipation of his pushing too hard on my fragile neck, but I’m pleasantly surprised. His fingers are forceful, but deliberate. It’s like they know exactly where it hurts and avoid those spots while releasing pain from the others.

“You have quite a knot here,” he says. “Sit down so I can get a bit more leverage.”

I sit back down and Aiden towers over me. He puts all of his strength into the knots at the bottom of my neck to work out the kinks. After a few minutes of going back and forth between wincing and moaning, he lets me go and I try to move my head around. Much to my surprise, I can move it from side to side.

“Oh, wow,” I say, effortlessly bending my head from one side to another. “Seriously? How did you do that?”

Aiden laughs.

“Do you have a secret life as a masseuse?”

“No, not at all,” he says with a coy smile on his face. “My mom used to deal with a lot of pain all over her back and neck. Ever since I was little, I was the one responsible for giving her massages. When I got to be about ten, I actually got some books out of the library about the right way of doing them. So, yes, you could say I’m somewhat of a self-trained masseuse.”

“Well, you’re amazing,” I say, throwing my arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the lips.

Unfortunately, our kiss is interrupted by the beeping of his cell phone. Aiden opens the text message and stares at the screen. For a few moments, he doesn’t say anything, but the expression on his face grows grave.

“What’s up?” I ask, but he doesn’t respond. I look over his shoulder and read some of the message before he tosses the phone across the room.

“Aiden?”

“That was my lawyer, Blake’s pulling out of Owl,” he finally says. “And he’s taking a bunch of investors with him. Somehow, he managed to convince them that it’s a failing company and they are lucky to get out while they still can.”

“But it’s not, right?”

“No, of course not. We’re a bit cash flow low right now, but that doesn’t mean anything. We’re expanding into new areas and that’s why I fucking need that money.”

I put my arm around his shoulders.

“But last night you said that it was very likely that Blake would pull out,” I say.

“Yes, but I had no idea he would take all of those people with him.” He shrugs off my arm and stands up. “Shit.”

Aiden pulls on his clothes and paces around the room for a few moments.

“Well, can’t you find new ones?” I ask.

“Yes, of course, I can. But it’s going to take time. Lots of time. Not that many people have millions of dollars just laying around waiting to be invested into something. As much as that’s hard to believe.”

I hate the sound of irritation in his voice. He’s getting frustrated with me when he has no reason to. I’m just trying to help.

“I’m sorry,” he says after a moment. “I’m just…flabbergasted. I mean, if they all leave, he can trigger a collapse of Owl.”

Oh, wow, I shake my head. I had no idea it was that bad.

“Blake has friends in the company and he brought a lot of people on board when no one wanted to listen to me. Besides, Blake is much better with wining and dining potential investors than I am. I don't really have what they call ‘people skills.’ And if they all pull out…I need that money to keep going with the expansion plans and to make the company solvent. And he knows it. He fucking knows it.”

Aiden stops to pick up his phone and dials a number, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Shit, he’s not there.” He hangs up and sends a text message.

“Who?”

“My lawyer.”

“I mean, I pay him good money to fucking answer my calls, but I guess there’s something more important right now than the collapse of one of the biggest companies in the world.”

A few seconds later, his phone rings again and he talks to his lawyer. Aiden basically tells him the same thing that he just told me while at the same time covering some of the highlights of what happened last night. Then, it’s the lawyer’s turn to talk.

“What did he say?” I ask as soon as he hangs up.

“Nothing really. That he has a lot of phone calls to make. He’ll get back to me in an hour. Fuck.”

Aiden continues to pace around the room. I try to think of ways to help him.

“So, you have an hour to kill?” I ask. He shrugs, barely acknowledging me.

I get up and walk over to him, stopping his pacing by blocking him with my body.

“Ellie…” He tries to push me away, but I persist. I put my hands on his shoulders and look straight into his eyes.

“You have an hour to kill anyway, right?”

“So?” He shrugs.

“Well, I have an idea of something we can do that’s a bit more fun than just walking around the room stressing out about something you can’t control.”

“What are you talking about?”

I place my hands on his chin and pull it up. His downcast eyes finally meet mine.

“What if you played a little game?” I say slowly. “What would you think of that, Mr. Black?”

I can see it immediately in his eyes that the name Mr. Black means something. His eyes light up and sparkle for a moment before the rest of his thoughts flood in.

“I don’t know,” he starts to say, but I put my fingers over his lips and lead him back to his room.

I leave him in the middle of the room and head to the dresser drawer where I remember the restraints came from the last time I was here.

“C’mon,” I say, handing him the restraints. I can see in the expression on his face that a part of him is definitely intrigued by the prospect. But another part is trying to shut it down.

“Listen, let’s do this. It will be fun. It will take your mind off things until your lawyer gets back to you. There’s nothing else you can do right now, you said so yourself.”

He shrugs, reluctantly agreeing with me.

I lead him over to the bed. Facing him, I let the robe fall to the floor. His eyes light up at the sight of me. He looks over every bit with careful consideration. But unlike my own examination of my body, there isn’t one bad thought that pops into his head. No, it’s all admiration and arousal.

“Take off my bra,” I instruct. This isn’t exactly how a submissive should act, I guess, but I have no idea what the rules are. All I know is that I want to play, and I want him to play with me.

I stand perfectly still as he walks around and undoes my bra. He pulls it off my shoulders and runs his fingers over my nipples. They get erect immediately and I feel the warm sensation starting to build in between my legs. Without requiring anymore prompting, he gets down on his knees before me and pulls off my panties. When I step out of them, his hands run up my thighs. When he pushes them a bit inside of me and then pulls them out and licks his fingers.

“Does it taste good, Mr. Black?” I ask coyly. He flashes a smile and nods. He walks me over to the bed and puts the restraints around my wrists in the front. Then he positions me on my back and tells me to lie down. I do as I’m told.

Mr. Black pulls my legs to the edge of the bed and ties a rope around my feet. I find myself in the lotus position, with my feet touching one another but my knees pointing away from each other, leaving my private area exposed. He takes my arms and ties them to the other side of the bed.

“Is this what you want?” he asks in his deep, confident Mr. Black voice. I nod.

He bends down and puts one of my nipples in between his teeth and bites down a little bit.

“Let me ask you again. Is this what you want?”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

“That’s a good girl.”

I watch as he undresses before me. He flexes his perfect six pack when he takes off his shirt and pulls off his pants. His tan body glistens under the warm lights of the room. But before I’m done completely admiring his perfect body, he climbs on top of me with one swift motion.

His knees are near my shoulders and his large, erect cock is right next to my lips. He pulls up my head and goes deep inside of me. I love the feeling of his cock filling up my mouth. It’s smooth and rock hard, and as he slides in and out, I feel the outline of him with the tip of my tongue. I blow him for a bit, but just as I expect him to come inside of my mouth, he pulls out and concentrates his attention on me.

He kneels over the bed and pulls me to one side. Then he puts his fingers deep inside of me and starts to move them in and out. I’m already super wet from being tied up and from sucking on him and this just pushes me over the edge. I let out a big moan.

I don’t really know where it comes from, but somehow a small vibrator appears in his hand. He presses it against my clit while pushing his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me and massaging me from the inside out.

“Oh, Aiden,” I moan when the vibrator hits just the spot and my legs start to cramp up.

“There’s no Aiden here.” He pulls everything out of me, leaving me clamoring for pleasure.

“I’m sorry. Mr. Black. That feels very good, Mr. Black,” I say quickly.

But he watches me and doesn’t make a move to re-enter me.

“Would you please keep going, Mr. Black?” I plead. “Please?”

He smiles and nods. A moment later, the vibrator and his fingers are back to sending me to the heights of pleasure. And just when I think it can’t get any better, he pushes one of his fingers inside my butt and continues to move them around. I feel how tight my pussy and ass wraps around him and the warm sensation starts to build somewhere within my body. I’m getting close. Just as I’m about to orgasm, he pushes his big hard cock inside of me and starts to thrust in and out.

“Oh my God!” I scream from pleasure. “Oh my God!”

He holds on to my ankles as he pushes in and out of me hard and then we orgasm nearly in unison.

When Mr. Black pulls out of me, my body gets filled with an empty feeling that I’m not familiar with. I want more of him and I want him back inside. But I just had a mind-blowing orgasm and that should be enough.

“That was wonderful,” I whisper, letting out a big sigh.

“Yes, it was.” He nods. I expect him to get to work on untying me, but he doesn’t.

“But who says that it’s over…for you?” Mr. Black asks. I lift up my head to look at him.

“What? Are you serious?”

“I decide when you’re done. And just because you came once doesn’t mean that this is over.”

Shivers run over my body. They are shivers of fear and excitement. Of course, I know that women can have multi orgasms, but I’ve never had one myself. I’ve never orgasmed more than once a day before.

“I really don't think I can,” I say after a moment.

“You will for me,” he says confidently.

He unties my arms and legs and flips me over. He spreads my legs open and positions my butt in the air. He puts my arms by my sides and ties them to my ankles. My head is turned to one side and squished into the bed.

“How does this feel?” he asks.

“Fine,” I mumble into the blankets. “Mr. Black.”

Actually, I’m really shocked. Aroused and shocked. This isn’t exactly expected, but it’s also not entirely uncalled for. I find myself getting wet again at the prospect of his fingers inside of me.

He slaps my butt a couple of times with his hand. The slaps aren’t painful at all, but they are so close to my private area that I feel myself dripping with anticipation.

Then he picks up the vibrator, turns it on, and presses it against my clit. At first, it feels strange, but quickly my legs start to cramp up. When he pushes his fingers inside of me, filling me up just like before, I let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Finally, the emptiness feeling is gone. But that’s not all. One of his fingers makes its way to my ass and inside of my butt. The feeling of being completely plugged by Mr. Black pushes me over the edge. The warm sensation starts to build and I get wetter and wetter.

“Oh, Mr. Black,” I moan.

“You have such a tight little pussy,” he says, pulling his fingers out briefly and licking me. He sucks on me and runs his tongue over every fold, sending me to peaks of pleasure. When I feel like I’m about to climax, he thrusts his hand in and out of me, filling me up completely and sending me completely over the edge. I tense up and scream his name in pleasure at the top of my lungs before my body goes completely limp and I lose all feeling in my legs.