He stops at the shelf to retrieves towels. I use the chance to try and wiggle free and push at his back.
He spanks me again. My thighs clench together.
“Ow. That hurts.”
“Then stay fucking still.”
He puts me to my feet in the middle of a bedroom with black wooden frames and a king-sized bed.
I’m still taking in my surroundings when he wraps the towel around my hair.
Aiden stands in front of me in all his naked glory, water dripping down his muscled chest and the defined V leading to —
Nope.
I snap my attention back to his face. His lips are curved into a smirk as if he can hear my thoughts.
Dickhead.
He dries my hair with masterful, gentle strokes. Then he does the same with my body; slowly and gently.
He takes his sweet time in rubbing the towel over my hardened nipples and around my breasts. He bends and glides the towel over my arse and between my legs.
Tingles start at the bottom of my stomach and spread all over my body the more he touches me.
It takes all my will not to moan aloud and melt in his arms.
He’s not only drying me off. No. He’s also awakening the monster inside. The monster that used to be dormant, but refuses to sleep since Aiden first touched me.
After finishing with my legs, he comes up again and flicks the towel against my throbbing nipples once more. His thumb and forefinger squeeze my other nipple. It’s not harsh, but I’m so stimulated that the slightest touch feels like I’m being set on fire.
I bite my lower lip against a whimper and clench my thighs. “A-Aiden.”
“Hmm, sweetheart?” He doesn’t even look at me, still busy torturing my nipples.
Get it over with, arsehole.
I glance between him and the bed, silently communicating my point.
His poker face is on, but his left eye twitches.
My muscles lock together. Oh, shit. It’s never good when he’s pissed off.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He runs the towel up and down my breasts, making me squirm and gravitate towards him. “How do you want me to do it?”
Any way will do.
“I can take you against the wall. You’ll wrap your legs around my waist like a good girl, won’t you, sweetheart?”
I bite down on my bottom lip. The double assault of his dirty words and his touch make me delirious.
“And then I’ll pound inside you so hard, you’d scrape your back against the wall. Or I can take you on the floor on all fours until your knees bruise from how hard I’ll thrust in and out of your tight pussy. Hmm. Choices.”
His hand roams down my stomach, to the apex of my thighs and glides over my folds. “Hmm. You’re soaked.”
My eyes flutter closed briefly. I’m burning and his touch is like spilling gasoline on the fire.
More.
I need more.
He parts my folds with his finger. My head falls on his shoulder with a soft moan.
“You love it when I touch you here, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I have no words to say so I let my whimper answer his question.
“You love it when I work you up until you scream, don’t you?”
I grip his shoulder for balance as he runs his fingers up and down, touching me everywhere except for where I need him the most.
“You love when I make you come, don’t you?” He turns me around and pushes me against the bed. I fall face down with a gasp, my cheek hitting the soft mattress.
He wraps a hand under my stomach and pulls me up so I’m on my hands and knees.
I’m shaking, sweating, and feeling stimulated more than I’ve ever been before.
I’m ready to beg when Aiden thrusts balls deep inside me in one go.
I cry out as his length fills me to the rim. With this position, it’s like being stretched open all over again.
There’s a sick type of pleasure that comes with the pain and the intensity that Aiden always brings.
It’s crazy.
It’s out of control.
And I crave it more than I like to admit.
He grabs a fist full of my hair as his other hand clutches me harshly by the hip. He pulls on my hair until I’m staring at the ceiling.
His thrusts start slow and moderated, making me moan. My fingers sink into the sheets, and my eyes roll to the back of my head with each roll of his hips. He alternates between clutching my hips and flicking, pinching, and twisting my nipple.
“Oh… A-Aiden…”
The building intensifies like a hurricane and pulls me to its centre.
“Ahhhh…” I come with a deep moan.
The orgasm takes me by surprise. I feel cherished. Almost… worshipped.
What the hell is he doing to me?
Aiden doesn’t stop. He continues thrusting with that moderate rhythm that messes with both my body and head.
Another riot starts at the bottom of my stomach, slashing and clawing at its walls.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
I nod, pushing against him for more.
“Then why the fuck are you putting a limit on it?”
My eyes widen as he picks up his pace.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
The earlier rhythm and orgasm were only a deflection method. I should’ve known he’s pissed off. I should’ve known he’d make this a punishment.
His thrusts turn merciless and out of control. I almost topple over the bed with how hard he pounds into me.
While the earlier rhythm made me feel content, this one scratches a darker side inside me.
That side craves the pain Aiden offers.
That side feeds off Aiden’s depravity.
That side scares me.
Wanting him in this unhinged way terrifies the shit out of me.
“Aiden…” I try to coax him. “Slow down.”
His body covers mine from behind. “You don’t get to put a limit on when and how much I get to touch you, then ask me to slow down. You’re well and truly fucked, sweetheart.”
He pulls at my nipple and I’m a goner. It’s like I can’t control my body when he touches me.
I barely come down from the orgasm, panting, and clawing at the sheets for dear life.
Aiden doesn’t stop.
His merciless pace goes on and on and on.
I’m so sensitive and spent. My nerves endings shiver and beg for this to end.
But if I tell him that, he’ll just do the opposite.
I have one option now.
Using all the strength I have left, I push back, wiggling my arse against his thighs and balls.
If he doesn’t finish any time soon, he’ll go at this all night long.
He hits a sensitive spot inside me. I moan, but I don’t stop wiggling against him.
“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart? Hmm?” He growls.
“C-come inside me,” I whimper, trying to keep up with his pace. “I want you to come inside me, Aiden.”
“Fuck.” A grunt spills from his lips as warmth coats my walls.
I collapse on my front as he pulls out of me. Hot liquid trickles down my thighs, but I couldn’t care less right now.
I’m so exhausted and I could sleep for eternity.
Aiden flips me around and I let him, a soft mumble spilling from my lips.
He kneels at the foot of the bed as I lay stark naked in front of him, my eyes starting to flutter closed.
He pulls my legs apart, hands clutching both my thighs as he slowly watches me with darkened eyes. He sniffs the air as if he wants to engrave our scent into memory.
“Did you honestly think you could manipulate me, sweetheart?”
My eyes shoot open.
“Do you think it’s over because I came?”
“I-I’m sensitive.”
His devilish smirk greets me. “You should’ve thought of that before putting a limit on when I get to touch you.”
“It’s too much.” But is it too much if my entire body is tingling for more?
Is it too much if I’m impatiently waiting for his next move?
“You know what’s too much, sweetheart? Too much is craving you and not being able to touch you because you put a limit on it.”
“Now.” He tilts his head to the side. “You’ll come for me one more time like a good girl.”
And then he’s feasting on me and I’m screaming his name.
Elsa
Past,
I’m humming as I trot down the path in the middle of the garden.
Ma said she’ll read me a story today. She stopped reading me stories since the one who shall not be named disappeared.
A red rose is tucked carefully between my small fingers. My brows scrunch as I try to keep the rose pretty.
It’s for Ma because she likes red.