Page 41 of Forfeits

Chapter Seven

Taking Liberties

“Fletcher, we can do that, if you want.”

“So…you don’t do it for fun anymore?”

“Well…not just for fun. I don’t meet strangers for the express purpose of getting kinky with them, if that’s what you mean.”

I focused on breathing and on my hard, standing cock that wanted nothing but to be controlled and managed.

“Can we?”

“Yes,” he said, turning my head toward him and making his grip on my neck more confining—enough that it took effort to get another breath.

We gazed at each other, and my heart pounded, roaring between my ears.

“Okay,” I said.

Aiden closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath as he relaxed his hold on my throat. I almost cried. That was what I’d needed—a firm hand to hold me still, a will to guide me toward my own desires. I missed that so much.

“We’re supposed to talk about limits and all that sort of thing.”

“I know,” I said. “But I don’t care about that right now. I just want to…to try it.”

I looked at the Berkley Horse.

“Okay. I’ll be careful to get your consent for everything I do.”

“God, yes,” I hissed, aflame with desire.

All I wanted was right here in front of me. I just needed Aiden to make me take it.

“All right, then,” he said, removing his velvet jacket and rolling up his sleeves. He loosened his tie. I was transfixed by his hands and forearms as he came near to me.

“I’m going to undress you. I want you naked, but you’re going to let me do it.”

“Yes…Sir?”

“That’s right. That word sounds so good in your mouth.”

Aiden stepped close and took the edges of my jacket in his hands, pushing it back and off of my shoulders as I tried to keep breathing.

I was incredibly attracted to Aiden. We’d become progressively intimate over the past few weeks. We’d started fucking. But this…this was something else.

This Aiden was someone else…a someone I was reacting to as if being near him for the first time. So far, I’d met the self-effacing supply teacher, the easygoing band member and the charming man-about-town.

This was something else. There were so many layers to him. As he peeled the clothes off of my pliant form, I saw past those other things and to the heart of him.

He took my jacket and draped it over the closed pillory, as if we were in Aiden’s home and not a kink room in the back of a club. He came back and took hold of the bottom of my sweater, meeting my gaze.

“You need a safeword.”

“Do I?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. I’ll use…” A safeword came unbidden to me—the one I’d used before—but I pushed it away as soon as it came. I was going to choose a new one. My gaze flitted about the room and latched onto the vintage lamp by the bed. “Lamp,” I said, my voice husky. I was literally being tortured by Aiden’s nearness, the promise of this room and the things in it—and the way it had changed Aiden into someone who seemed to know and see the real me.

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