Page 4 of Becoming His

“Such pretty skin too. I’m sure it tempted them.” He continues a path to my cheek, the smell of leather confirming my suspicions. “What else?”

“You can tie me up, but any asphyxiation is by hand only. If you are unaware of how to hold, I will instruct you, or we will stop the scene.”

His chuckle is low as he pulls away, depriving me of the small connection and leaving me alone in the darkness. “I can see why they chose you. You’re used to astrongerhand.”

I don’t reply since he didn’t ask a question, and also to stop my urge of snapping back. I don’t like his condescending tone.

“Will you be unsatisfied if I reserve impact play for punishments only?” This time, the words are whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against me.

I barely control my head from drifting to face him. “No, sir.”

“Did I tell you to address me as such?” he asks, the space around me dropping to a chill.

Shaking my head, I straighten my back. His hand grips my jaw, the warmth startling a gasp out of me. His thumb presses down on my lip. “No titles. Just our names.”

My heart skips a beat. Titles make it easy to separate myself from the scene. To place Brina in a box and become what he desires. He must sense my hesitation because then he asks if that’s okay.

His hand pulls away so I can answer. “Whatever you prefer…?”

“Aiden.”

I lower my chin, a strange nervous flutter ricocheting inside me. “Aiden.”

A small smack of the leather strap on my thigh has me sucking in a small breath. It isn’t painful, just a quick sting that has my pussy leaking. It heightened everything when one of your senses is stripped away.

“Open.” His curt command sends a warm shot of arousal through me.

I shift my legs apart, clasping my hands together behind my back. A hum of approval rings through the air, and the soft caress of his tool slides under my breasts as they jut out from the position change. It trails back down till I feel the soft pressure rubbing against the thin material of the lingerie over my core.

Aiden

Brinaisperfect.Isaw how her jaw tightened earlier, wanting to strike out against my slight at her previous partners. But she refrained, and it hardened my cock further. It meant her temper stayed on the surface, but she could wrestle control when needed.

“Lie back,” I instruct her. She only hesitates for a heartbeat before carefully unfolding her legs to do what I asked. Her hands rest to her sides, her chin tilted up. “Anything else to add to the list?”

Her breasts jiggle as she breathes, and I glue my eyes to the swells of them struggling to stay within her stunning lingerie. She exhales. “I–uhm,” her throat bobs, and my eyebrows furrow as I watch her. “I would prefer we use condoms for this time till we commit together.”

My jaw tightens. I don’t like the idea of condoms; I want nothing between us. It’s why I did the thorough medical exam at Emery’s request. But I can understand her hesitation, so I count to ten and shove my annoyance away. I toss the crop to the side of the bed, desperate to touch her again with my own hands. “As you wish. What’s your safe word?”

“Daffodile.”

I blink. What a strange word, especially for someone dressed and wearing a scowl like a dark thundercloud. “Daffodile?” I repeat, ensuring I heard her right.

She nods. I move to kneel over her, ignoring the pressure of my slacks digging into my painfully hard cock. My hands skim up her bare legs, watching as her breathing shallows. I trace the inside of her thigh to her hip, lingering near the edge of the black teddy. Slipping my finger under it, I glide over to the snaps resting on her pussy. She’s so little up close my frame engulfs her entirely. Brina shudders, her hands curling into fists.

I laugh softly. “Sensitive, huh?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been blindfolded. I forgot…”

“Forgot how it heightens everything. How you’re unable to anticipate my next move.” I bend my fingers in, popping open her teddy and revealing her bare flesh to me. Her smooth waxed skin makes me angry as I swipe through her warm center, teasing the wet entrance.

“I’m not one to demand how you dress or how you get ready for me, but I would prefer to see your natural pussy exactly how it was made for me.”

Brina nods. “It will take a few weeks.”

I want to tease her for agreeing so easily, but I don’t want her to wax it again to spite me. Placing a small kiss on her pussy, I gather the sides of the teddy and move it up, exposing more of her soft skin. I leave a trail of kisses till I bunch the material up under her breasts. She has a faint script tattoo that curves under her breasts, but I can’t make out what it says. I sit up, tracing her collarbone till I reach one of her straps and push it off her shoulder.

I do the same on the other side, the breast inserts of her lingerie hanging loosely till I shift them and grin at the pebbled skin at the base of her hardened nipples.

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