Story of Us trilogy 01: TouchStone for Play by Sydney Jamesson

tighten when he places the
palm of his right hand just below my navel. I feel his fingers spreading wide
and his thumb skimming my pubic bone: it feels too good. My arousal steps up a
notch, it’s hovering dangerously in the red zone.
    This is wrong!
    What’s he doing to me?
    This is wrong!
    I’m starting to panic … he’s got to stop, I’ve got to
stop. This is too much. "Ayden ..." I gasp. "Ayden ... stop,
please stop..." When the words leave my mouth, I sound as if I’m pleading.
    He pulls back, removes his hands from my trembling
torso and scoops up my face in his sizzling palms. "I’m sorry," he
whispers, kissing my forehead. "It’s too much, I know, but I can’t help
myself."
    He tips my face to his so we are staring into each
other’s eyes: blue and green hoops orbiting bottomless pools of blackness. Our
breaths are shallow and we come slowly down, down.
    "I didn’t intend for this to happen, not this
way, but you’re like a drug to me. I lose all self-control around you."
    He seems vulnerable and unguarded, I want to kiss him;
to feel the plump moistness of his lips on mine, but I hold off and stroke his
face with my thumbs, letting him speak.
    "I’ve been thinking of nothing else but you since
Monday… I like order in my life, but you’ve come along and everything’s been
tipped on its head. I don’t know what the fuck’s happening to me!"
    In my flushed state I can’t think straight, but I have
to say something. This is not the time for untruths. "I’ve been a wreck
too. If you hadn’t sent the invitation, I don’t know what I would have
done."
    His confession comes out in a rush. “… It’s as if
there’s something pulling us together. Everything about you is magnetic."
There’s sincerity in his voice; his admission leaves him exposed and that makes
him all the more desirable.
    "I’ve tried to be invisible for so long, Ayden.
You’ve come along and you see me and I’m so thankful for that." Before I
can say another word he pulls me to him with such force I think I’ll fall from
my chair.
    "How could I not see you. Beth, you’re beauty
personified." He relinquishes his grip and brushes away a single strand of
hair from my face, taking in every line, every pore.
    "But Ayden, I don’t understand what it is you
want from me?"
    "I want to possess you and be possessed by you, in every possible way. That’s what I want."
    My heart quickens in response to those heartfelt words,
I can tell from his expression that he is utterly sincere, but there’s an edge
to his assertion that seems a little unnerving. Sexual attraction is one thing,
but possession? I stiffen slightly, where’s this going?
    "How do you think I can do that Ayden?" Am I
so inexperienced, should I know what he means?
    "If you let me love you then we’ll find out
together."
    For some reason, that doesn’t satisfy me. I’m suddenly
alert and captivated by him at the same time. "Ayden, I’ve loved tonight
and this thing we have is, well, mind blowing, but what is it you’re not
telling me?"
    Before my eyes, this sexy, self-assured God of a man
is fading and there sits a lesser figure who seems to have the weight of the
world on his shoulders: he’s wrestling with an unfathomable dilemma.
    I’m drawn to his tormented features and gently tip up
his chin with my fingers, forcing him to look at me. "No games Ayden,
remember?"
    With unexpected softness he says, "I want to …”
He stops, looks into my wide eyes, the colour of a summer sky, and reconsiders
his words. “I want to be your … submissive ... "
    "... My what?"
    I try not to appear shocked but inside I want to
scream. “I don’t know what you mean?”
    A single brow lifts in response to my declaration. “I
want you to take control, Beth. To be sexually dominant, with me.” He’s
scrutinising my face for evidence of understanding. He won’t find it there. Why
does this stunning, wonderfully, talented man wants to be dominated by me? Me?
    Fuck!
    "Ayden,