I want to think that he’s making me. That even if I struck a deal, this is a form of a violation. At least those thoughts will make me hate him.
But is it a violation if I’m impatiently waiting for his next move?
Maybe, just maybe, it’s impossible for me to hate Aiden.
That thought terrifies me more than any I’ve had before.
“Good girl.”
Aiden’s eyes soften at the corners.
My heart jumps, beating so loud, I can hear the thump, thump, thump...
It’s so rare to see him softening. He usually fakes it before he strikes. Aiden’s softening is the frightening type, not this heartwarming, almost reassuring type.
Am I imagining things?
He unbuckles his belt and frees his hard cock. Keeping eye contact, he grips himself and strokes up and down, not so gently.
My thighs clench.
There’s something so utterly masculine about the rough way he touches himself.
He points his dick at my mouth. “Open.”
“If I do this.” I meet his gaze. “You’ll tell me what I want to know.”
“Hmm.” He glides the tip of his cock on my mouth, smearing the pre-cum on my lips.
My breathing catches the more he does that. My lips part and I take the first taste of him.
I shouldn’t have done that. Now, I want more.
He nudges my mouth open and I take him in, slowly.
I’ve only given Aiden a blowjob that one time at Ronan’s party. Since then, he’s been exclusively the one who gives oral.
It’s because of the control.
Aiden is the type who lives for control even during sex — especially during sex.
Maybe I like control, too. Maybe this time, I want him to feel what it’s like to have him at my mercy.
I lick him at a slow pace and lift my hands to cup his balls. I take my time in working him up.
Aiden throws his head back with a grunt. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
He yanks the band free from my hair, letting the blonde strands fall to my shoulders, and tangles his fingers in my scalp.
I quicken my pace and take him as far as I can without gagging. I become bolder with each stroke of his fingers in my hair and groan out of his lips.
So this is how it feels like to have control. No wonder he loves it so much.
“You’re so adorable.” He smirks down at me. “Look at your proud expression.”
My pace slows a little, but I don’t stop as I get trapped in his cloudy gaze.
“You’re only at that pace because I’m letting you, sweetheart.” He gathers my hair around his fist, making me wince. “But this is a punishment, remember? You don’t get to enjoy it.”