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“I want to see everything.”

He steps out of his slacks and tosses them onto a chair. A warm shiver ricochets through me as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. He slides his underwear down and off, freeing his cock to stand like a soldier at attention.

I take in his entire frame, starting at his toes and working my gaze upward. There’s absolutely no denying that Aidan is a man. Not a boy or a boyfriend or a guy I’m seeing. He’s my guardian. My God. Bigger, stronger, and so much older and more experienced than I am. I stare openly at his erection, lined with veins and sporting a slight upward curve.

The sight of it makes me ache for things I’ve never felt before, as if my body knows instinctively where his cock is supposed to go.

I wonder if it hurts to be as hard as he is. So rigid that the head of his cock almost touches his belly. He strokes my cheek, drawing his thumb across my lips. I catch him between my teeth, taking his thumb into my mouth. He groans.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Grace.” He sounds like he’s in agony. “I tried to keep my distance. I tried to push you away, to hand you off. But I can’t do it anymore. I won’t do it.”

Good, I think to myself. Now that I know how it feels to be touched and loved by him, I can’t imagine going back to the way things were before. I wrap my hand around his dick, and the first thing I notice is how thick he is. I’m not sure how I’m going to fit him in my mouth, but I want to try.

Aidan inhales sharply as I lick and kiss the head of his cock. I wrap my lips around him, throwing my all into licking and sucking him as well as I can while not really knowing what I’m doing. I end up taking too much and gagging on him. He makes a sound that’s a cross between a gasp and a grunt.

I pull back, afraid that I’ve accidentally hurt him.

“Sorry,” I say.

He blinks down at me. “What would you have to be sorry for?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “Gagging on you?”

He cups the side of my face. “That’d better not be the last time you gag on my cock, Grace.” His expression hardens. “But right now, I need to get inside you, and fucking your mouth isn’t going to cut it.”

He lowers himself to the floor and then lays me down, hooking his hands under my knees. I’m still wearing my ripped tights like a pair of chaps, as well as my pointe shoes. He kneels between my splayed legs, resting his cock directly over my mound.

“This will hurt,” he says. “I’ll be as careful as I can be, but there’s no way around it.”

“I can take it,” I tell him. He glides through my wetness, and each pass over my clit sparks a little flame of pleasure inside me.

“I know you can.”

I feel the head of his cock breach my entrance, and gasp at the ache that blooms.

“Keep breathing, Grace,” he says. “Just like I taught you.”

I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth as he eases his length inside me. It hurts almost as bad as stretching a tight muscle, but I breathe through it, just like I’d breathe through a difficult recital. Focusing on the bigger picture, on the beauty of the performance as a whole.

He thrusts a little deeper each time until he’s buried inside me. After a few more thrusts, the pain I felt when he first entered me dulls to a whisper.

“My God, your cunt feels amazing.” He rocks back and then drives forward, and it feels so fucking good. “Tell me now if you want me to pull out, because once I start fucking you, it’s gonna kill me to stop.”

“Don’t pull out,” I tell him. “Fuck me harder—” I bite my tongue to stop myself from calling him Sir. Part of me wishes he’d hold me down or put his hand around my throat. Something to remind me that he’s still happy to be my Dom. I can only imagine how good it would feel to be tied to the bed while he’s inside me. He says he isn’t my Dom right now, but he has to realize telling me not to call him Sir is just another command.

I dig my nails into his shoulders as he pumps faster. My hips adjust to his rhythm, bucking in time to meet his thrusts. It feels strange and wonderful, the way stretching can feel satisfying and painful at once.

He reaches between us to stroke my clit, and my inner muscles instantly tighten.

The combination of internal and external pressure is overwhelming. It’s a good thing I’m lying down because there’s no way I could hold myself up. He leans down to kiss me, his mouth demanding my submission, contrary to his words.

I feel his love for me in that kiss, as well as his desire. His lips trail kisses from my jaw to my throat, all the way to my collar. When his tongue dips into the center ring to taste my skin, I come undone.

I cry out as my muscles grip and release him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my nervous system. I light up like a sunrise, like dawn bursting across the horizon.

Aidan drives his cock into me, his whole body shuddering as he comes.

Resting his elbows on the rug, he relaxes on top of me, and I hold him, feeling like a tiny ballerina who’s been living inside a keepsake box for years. Then Aidan cracked me open, filling my world with light and music.

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