I don’t remember falling asleep, but it’s pitch black when I finally wake up. I wake up late in the evening with Aiden asleep next to me. My stomach is grumbling in pain. I haven’t eaten anything since this morning’s Starbucks. As I try to run over everything that has happened, I get a headache and decide to give up instead. There’s no point in thinking about all that right now. I stretch my arms out and sit up. What I do actually need now is a glass of water. I walk over to the bathroom and cup some water into my mouth. My lips are so dry they are practically bleeding and my throat is completely parched. I feel like I haven’t drunk an ounce of water in weeks.

I continue to scoop water into my mouth until I’m completely full. When I’m finally done, I look up at myself in the mirror. Not a pretty sight. My eyes are barely open and somewhat swollen on top of that. Whatever little makeup I was wearing is either gone or completely smeared in the most unattractive way. I splash water on my face and rub my eyes for good measure. After wiping my face with the towel, I finally feel a little more awake. Still very tired, but at least somewhat like a human being.

When I walk back over to the bed, Aiden opens his eyes and smiles at me. I can still smell him on me and the aroma is intoxicating. Without a word, he reaches out to me and pulls me back into bed. I try to resist, but it’s to no avail. He kisses me slowly and deeply, savoring every moment. My hands slide down his back. He isn’t wearing a shirt anymore and my hand makes its way down his muscular back. As he pushes himself closer to me, I realize that he’s actually completely nude.

“Hi,” Aiden whispers.

I smile at him.

“I want you to come for me now,” he says. His voice is deep and sexy, full of decadence. Every part of my body tingles. He doesn’t just want me to come; he wants me to come for him. As if on command. My heart flutters.

“Oh, is that so?” I ask.

He reaches down and wraps his powerful hand around my butt cheeks, squeezing them and lifting me on top of him.

“Yes.” He nods.

I run my fingers over his hair. Each strand is smooth, soft, and thick. When I tug lightly, he gives off a moan.

He slides down my body and nuzzles his face between my breasts. He pulls off my top and pulls down the cup of my bra. I gasp as his mouth wraps around my nipple. He tugs and pulls and I can’t help but toss my head back in pleasure.

“Do you trust me?” he asks. I open my eyes and look down at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to try something new. A bit different. But I think you’re going to love it.”

My heart skips a beat. What could he mean? But before I can make a decision one way or another, I nod.

Aiden gets off the bed and walks over to the table at the far end of the room. He comes back with scissors, which he fishes out of the top drawer.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He smiles.

“You said you trust me.”

“I do. But, with scissors?” I ask, skeptically.

He walks over to me and gets back into bed. Then he brings the scissors to my breasts. My heart jumps into my throat, but I know that there’s no way he would actually hurt me. So, I wait for him to do as he pleases.

“I will get you another bra,” he says and lifts up the lacy portion and starts to cut. I watch carefully as he carefully cuts out the cup, leaving the straps and everything else in place. Once he’s done with one side, he takes that breast into his mouth and sucks gently, sending me into a throw of ecstasy. But he does not stay here for long. Instead, he turns his attention to my other breast. After a few moments, the cups of my bra are gone and my breasts stand erect and exposed before him. I’m still wearing the bra but it’s not doing much besides outlining my breasts.

“Now, that’s better,” Aiden says, putting the scissors on the nightstand and taking my breasts into his hands. He nuzzles in between them and licks and tugs until I’m ready to scream out. I arch my back into him with pleasure and he pins my hands to the bed. Slowly, one of his hands makes its way down my body toward my core.

“You’re all wet and swollen for me,” he whispers, pulling my panties to one side.

I nod and open my legs. He pulls me closer, over his shoulders, and licks me between my folds. His mouth is soft and provocative on my sensitive flesh. I grab a hold of the sheets and squeeze them in between my fingers. My jaw tenses up. My breathing gets faster and faster. His tongue circles my clit at the top and nudges me just right. My hips start to move as if on their own.

“Oh, Aiden,” I moan. But then he pulls away.

“Not yet,” he says firmly.

He is torturing me and he knows it. I both love and hate him for it. He is taking me to the brink of orgasm and not letting me go completely. A thin layer of sweat forms all over my body. It feels like the next stroke of his hand or tongue will set me off, but I try to hold on. Right before I let go completely, he pulls away. Again. I gasp and moan in disappointment. But instead of just coming right back, he gets up.

“Where are you going?” I ask, shaking my head. No, this can’t be over. Not yet. I need to come. He can’t just leave me hanging.

“You said you would trust me,” Aiden says, taking my hands and pulling me off the bed. He leads me over to the large chair with rounded arm rests. I think he’s going to sit me down in it, but instead he spins me around and bends me over it.

He leaves for a moment and then comes back with a scarf, which he ties around my hands and the back of the chair. It’s not particularly tight, but the experience sends shivers through my body. I’m still wearing my bra, but my naked nipples are pressed tightly around the leather. When he has me in place, he gives me a little slap on my butt.

“Oh, wow, you’re so hot, Ellie,” Aiden whispers. Except for my lacy panties, my ass is completely exposed to him. That’s all I am at this moment and it never felt so arousing. Slowly, Aiden pulls down my panties. When he reaches the bottom of my legs, I step out of them.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, caressing my butt cheeks.

“This feels so good,” I moan.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Aiden asks, pulling his hands from my body for a moment.

“What?”

“This feels so good, sir,” he instructs.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper as my heart skips another beat and I smile. His fingers return to me and make their way inside of my core. My legs spread over the arm chair to make extra room and he thrusts himself deep inside of me. My pleasure, mixed with a little pain, is completely intoxicating. I feel my body starting to pulsate.

“Ellie, you trust me, right?” Aiden asks.

“Yes, sir,” I moan.

“This is going to be something new, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”