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He seemed to be thinking about what to do with me. I didn’t say anything, because in this room, Aiden was my Dom, and he needed to figure things out. I was sure that soon we would sit down and have a discussion about what had gone on here, about the needs that I had, about the things I wanted to do and about the things that Aiden wanted out of this. But right now, he was in charge and navigating this entire experience. So far, he was exceeding my expectations.

“I want you to suck my cock, Fletcher. Will you do that?” he asked, his hands going to the buckle of his belt.

I sighed. “Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. Whatever you want, Sir,” I said, flashing my gaze to his.

His eyes widened and he smiled, and the unspoken understanding that passed between us made me feel more at peace and actually seen, than I had for a very long time. I felt like a balloon that had been aimlessly floating about, and now Aiden had taken hold of my string and was keeping me from disappearing into oblivion.

The clang of metal and the rub of leather on denim echoed in the large room as Aiden undid his belt then his fly, digging his cock out of his drawers as my mouth filled with saliva. I could smell him. I could smell my earlier release that hadn’t been dealt with. Daniel had sometimes made me clean up my own mess, but I didn’t think Aiden would do that—at least, not yet.

We’d talked about the level of risk we were comfortable with in our physical relationship and were awaiting test results so we could bareback without worry, but we’d decided that swallowing was worth the negligible risk.

“Come here,” Aiden said, beckoning me with a curl of his long fingers. He liked that gesture and so did I, maybe because Daniel hadn’t done that. Daniel’s commands had been short and terse, and if I hadn’t obeyed them right away, he would have been displeased. And I hadn’t minded. I had loved how demanding and rough he’d been. But Aiden had a softer way about him. It was possible that I was getting the Dom-lite experience, since we were so new to playing the game together, but I liked his kindness and patience in this sphere. I needed that as much as I needed a firm hand. Maybe, once we got to know each other better, he would be sterner and rougher with me. But right now, I felt like a skittish colt and his manner was perfect.

I shuffled closer to him and again laid my head against his thigh, to let him know that I was happy, and he was doing everything I wanted.

He stroked my hair then wrapped some around his fingers and guided my face to his cock.

“Suck, Fletcher. Do a good job. Make me come.”

I opened my mouth and took him in, gazing up with an adoration I felt deep inside. He hadn’t known how desperately I’d needed this. I hadn’t known, either.

He dropped his chin and puffed air out of his mouth as I got to work with all of my substantial skills.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, hell.”

Aiden’s cock was obviously different, too. Uncircumcised and bigger than Daniel’s had been, I had to stretch my mouth to accommodate him. A strange image came to mind, of Daniel standing behind me in the Bordello, and watching, making sure that I pleased my new Dom the way I’d pleased him.

The thought thrilled me. We’d never shared our sexual or personal lives with another person, but I felt him here, in this room, with Aiden and me, and it was astonishingly comforting. I sucked and licked and deep-throated Aiden as he poured words of appreciation and praise upon me.

Finally, I could tell he was getting close. His hold on my hair tightened, and he held me still as he pumped my throat once, twice then came with a sigh and a curse as I held my breath and swallowed.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” he groaned, his gaze on me even more adoring and approving. “Oh, my fucking God.”

He made soft sounds as he rode his climax, and I kept swallowing and sucking until he pulled carefully out and took a step back, tucking himself away.

“Here,” he said, offering me his hand.

I ignored it and pushed myself into a standing position, using my thighs. My bones protested but I managed it. I was older now, with knees that sometimes complained, but I was far from being unable to comport myself well.

“Fletcher, you should accept help if it’s offered,” Aiden said.

“Yes, Sir,” I said. But I was jubilant, and nothing could take away this triumphant feeling of renewal that tugged at my heart and filled me with warmth and light.

Chapter Eight

Trauma

“You can get dressed,” Aiden said.

“Yes, Sir.”

I put on my clothes slowly and methodically, because I was reluctant to get out of the headspace and worried I’d have a big drop from such an impactful experience.

Aiden grabbed his jacket and beckoned me to come to him. God, that gesture. I loved it so much. When I got there, he put his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes.

“Thank you for that,” he said. “I enjoyed every minute of it.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, suddenly self-conscious. But that feeling went away as soon as he leaned in and kissed me with care and concern.

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