Chapter Nine
Belle
Aiden opened the door to one of the waiting cabs in front of the hotel and got in after me.
“Where to?” asked the driver. I gave him my uptown address and prodded Aiden about his property, location, square footage, etc.
Turns out, he owned prime real estate in the heart of a very wealthy area of Manhattan.
“If it were zoned for commercial use, what would you do with it?” I asked.
Aiden shook his head. “I’m not sure. I do know that I can’t do anything with it as it is, and that’s not a return on my investment.” He sighed. “Don’t worry about it, Belle. I’ll figure it out. I always do.” He patted my thigh and as his skin touched mine our eyes locked. He gave me a devilish look. A look that said he’d have me right here and now if it weren’t for the cab driver. I raised an eyebrow as he slid his hand up my leg and brushed against my panties.
I couldn’t help but let a tiny gasp through my lips. Aiden leaned in close. “Better be quiet, Belle. We don’t want to get kicked out of the cab, do we?” I nodded and pressed my lips together while Aiden pushed my legs farther apart. I shuddered as he stroked me through the fabric. “Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he whispered.
Stopping was the last thing I wanted. He grabbed me, fingers sinking into my wet panties and shook my whole pussy back and forth.
I whimpered as he jostled me, shaking and sliding my clit between my slippery folds. It felt so incredible, I couldn’t help it. No one had ever touched me like that.
“You turn me on so much, Belle,” he rumbled in my ear. “I can’t wait to get you out of this cab.
I was on the verge of coming again. And there was no way I’d be able to keep quiet.
The driver cleared his throat, bringing me back to reality. “We’re here,” he said eyeing me in the rear view.
Aiden slid his hand out from between my thighs and I grabbed a bunch of bills from my clutch, not bothering to count. “Thanks,” I said, shoving the money in his hand while avoiding eye contact and got out. The doorman nodded to us as we walked in, not showing any outward sign that he noticed I only wore lingerie and a suit jacket. Like any good doorman on the Upper East Side would.
Aiden barely waited until the elevator doors closed before he had me pressed against the wall, kissing my neck, running his hand down my thighs. “I want you so much, Belle. It’s taking every bit of restraint I have not to fuck you in this elevator right now.”
I whimpered at his words. I couldn’t help it. “You’ll be glad you waited,” I said.
The elevator dinged, the doors opened and Aiden pulled himself away from me. “Lead the way.” I led him down the hall to the end unit, unlocked the door and let him inside the condo. Aiden whistled as he took in my corner loft. “This is a really nice place, Belle.”
“Thank you. I do pretty well for myself,” I said.
“What is it you do?” he asked.
I smiled. “We’ll get to that later. First, you need to make good on all those promises. And I need to show you my kink room.” I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom, opened the closet, then opened the hidden door on the back wall. “This was another bedroom but when I bought the place I had the room sealed and this door put in. I don’t need the housekeeper knowing my business, do I?”
Aiden shook his head slowly as he looked around my room of kinky deliciousness. He scanned everything quickly then his eyes settled on the thing I’d hoped they would.
My favorite thing. The thing that intimidated most others. “What’s that?” he asked with a crooked smile.
“That is a torture wheel.” I walked over to the eight-foot steel circle and explained. “These here,” I pointed to the two-inch metal rings attached to the wheel at eleven and two o’clock, “are to attach cuffs or rope or whatever you’d like to tie my hands with. And these down here,” I pointed to the ones at four and seven o’clock, “are for my legs.” It didn’t take long for Aiden to put together the geometry. Tying me up at those points would put me in a spread eagle position—one of the most vulnerable positions there was.
Aiden sighed a big, shuddering sigh that shook his shoulders and made his eyes close. “Take off your clothes,” he said while shrugging out of his jacket.
“Do you want me to show you the rest of—”
“Take off your clothes, Belle,” he commanded, voice low and strong.
“Yes, Master,” I said and happily did what I was told. While I unlaced my corset Aiden busied himself by carefully making his way around my room, examining toys, testing out rope, cracking floggers and paddles against his own skin. I smiled to myself. Every good Dom should know what a toy feels like before they use it, and Aiden instinctively knew that.
Once he’d tried everything on display in the room, he went back to the rope section and chose a black cotton rope. It was my favorite rope, the soft, strong fibers didn’t tug or scrape my skin and it was long enough to do interesting knots and suspension play.
“Why aren’t you undressed, Belle?” he asked softly, firmly, in a Dom voice so sexy all the blood in my body rushed to my pussy.
The slightest whimper caught in my throat as the sweet, heavy feeling in my nether region grew unbearable. “I’m sorry, Master.” I bowed my head to him and hurried to get the rest of my laces undone.
“Leave it,” he whispered and was suddenly towering over me, looking at me with those intense eyes. “If you can’t manage I’ll do it myself.”
Oh. My. God. His tone, the subtle power in his words, the dark look in his eyes, it made me lightheaded with desire. My hands fell away from the laces, hanging limp at my sides. I wouldn’t do anything until he told me.
Aiden walked the Dom line with exquisite perfection.
He stepped back and took off his shirt and tie, letting them fall to the ground in a heap. He was even bigger than I thought. Muscled and broad and fuck I wanted to touch him but I wouldn’t move unless he said so. He took off his pants and my knees went wobbly. The perfect V of his torso, the low ride of his massively tented boxer-briefs that showed off the heavenly ridge where oblique ends and hip begins.
If he had told me to come I would have exploded for him right there. I could have just at his words
I finally raised my gaze to Aiden’s dark, smiling eyes. “Am I to your liking, Belle?”
I shuddered at his tone before I could answer and only managed to do so with a trembly voice. “You are absolute perfection, Master.”
He smiled and came toward me. Aiden unlaced my corset the rest of the way and gently removed it. Then he took his time with my garters, slowly unhooking them and painstakingly rolling down each stocking to my ankles. He slipped each one off my foot and then slid the garter belt off my hips. He stepped back to look at me in only my black lace panties.
I bowed my head as his eyes drank me in. “Look at me, Belle,” he commanded quietly. I whimpered when I saw his expression, pure rapt delight as he eyed each curve and swell of my body.
“Take off your panties.” My movements were slow, thoughts hazy with hormones and the sub space he was so adept at manipulating. “Now, Belle,” he said with a sharpness in his tone that zinged right through me, raising gooseflesh on my skin and bringing a deep throb to my pussy.
“Yes, Master.” I yanked my underwear down and stood before the best Dom I’d ever been with, probably the best Dom to ever exist, nude and totally vulnerable. Completely beholden to his will.
It was absolute ecstasy.