Page 38 of Aiden

He nods, trailing his finger along my arm. “I have an urge to punish you.”

“Punish me?”

“Mhmm, how should I go about this?” He asks himself, his hand gripping my thigh.

I swallow, excited by his words.

“Do you want to bend over my lap, Emma?”

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I stare, oddly excited about his request.

Without thinking, I lay myself over his lap, my eyes set on the black tile floors against Aiden’s dress shoes. He lifts my dress, exposing my bare bottom to the cool air of the room. I look back to see him shaking his head in disapproval.

“No panties?” His voice rumbles with anger.

“I didn’t want to wear them. The dress is too tight, and the lines show.” I explain, hoping he didn’t think I didn’t wear any for another man.

He shakes his head and turns my head to face the floor. He rubs my bottom. “I should rip this tiny dress off your perfect skin and fuck you senseless to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson?” Again, with those words, lesson, and punish. I can’t deny the fire they ignite inside of me.

“For disobeying me.” His eyes darken, his touch feather light against my bare bottom.

Biting my lip, I act on my liquid courage. “Punish me.”

I feel a rush of air across my bottom before his hand lands firmly on my cheek. The sting makes me gasp. A tingle shoots straight to my clit. His warm hand ordering me into submission turns me on more than I have ever been. He brings out something in me. It feels natural to be laid over his lap like this, so much so that it worries me.Is something wrong with me?

“What I would give for you to be bouncing on my cock right now…” His voice is a soothing rumble.

His hand comes down on my bare cheeks, and by the third smack, I can’t bear the pleasure that consumes my body. I wiggle, needing to relieve the tension and the throbbing ache inside me. I rock against his knee, moaning as I apply the right amount of pressure on my clit.

Aiden reaches between my legs and slides his fingers through my slit. They stay on my clit, circling and stroking it. “I’m making you wet.” His tone is pleased. “You’re too drunk for me to do anything sexual to you.”

He pulls me flush against him, my trembling legs straddling him. The stinging sensation lingers as his fingers trail on my shoulders. I don’t want it to go away, a reminder that his hands were on me.What is wrong with me?

“I want you.”

He cups my chin, our lips so close I can smell his minty breath. “Too bad, sweetheart.”

Playing this cat and mouse game doesn’t help. I need him, crave him. Bringing my lips to his neck I plant kisses on his skin, gently rocking my body against him.

He grips my waist, halting my movements. “You’re drunk, babe.”

I lay my head against his chest, breathing deeply to calm myself. “I’m so sorry.” I bite my lip, wanting to please him.

“You have to obey me.” The word ‘obey’ rolls of his tongue in a sexual manner, overpowering my senses.

I continue to bite my lip, nervously.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just…” I pause, trying to keep my words from slurring. His presence is intoxicating. “I like when you’re like this.”

He nods, not a hint of judgement in his tone. “You’re discovering what you like, and I’m so fucking happy I have the honor of showing you everything.” His fingers graze my bare shoulder. “But if you ever feel uncomfortable about anything, just let me know, okay?”

“Is something wrong with me for liking those things?”

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