me, stretching me open, taking me, making me his… Just the thought
makes me feel as if I’m going to come again.
Aiden seems to sense this. “That’s right,
sweetheart,” he murmurs, thrusting even harder. “Give it up for me. Let me feel
you squeezing my fingers with that tight little pussy.”
He brushes my throbbing clit again as he
thrusts into me and I can’t help it—with a low moan that sounds suspiciously
like his name, I am coming again. This time it’s a deeper orgasm, one that
seems to well up from within and overwhelm me. I can feel my inner muscles
clench hard around his fingers.
Aiden must be able to feel it too. “Good
girl,” he says, still pumping into me. “Good girl to come so hard for me. Gods,
you’re tight.”
At last the pleasure recedes, like a wave
pulling back from the shore. It leaves me feeling drained, both mentally and physically.
It’s almost as though I’ve run a marathon—or what I imagineit would be
like after a marathon, anyway. I only run when chased.
My new Master seems to be finely attuned to
my body. When he senses that I’m finished coming, Aiden withdraws his fingers gently
and strokes my back in soothing circles.
I just lie there, limp. My pussy might be
tight but the rest of me feels like overcooked pasta. I’m completely exhausted.
I think I’d be happy to lie here all night, facedown on his lap, and sleep.
But Aiden isn’t going to let me. “Very
good, Emma,” he says, sitting me up. “You’re beautiful when you come. Has
anyone ever told you that?”
“No,” I whisper, looking down. Now that I’m
upright again, my lassitude seems to have magically drained away and I’m
ashamed to face him. I can’t look him in the eye after writhing all over his
lap and spreading my legs for him. Can’t let myself admit that I called him
Master and begged him to make me come.
“Just look at you, you’re blushing.” He
sounds surprised. “Was it really that hard for you to give yourself to me?”
“It was…intense,” I say, trying to find the
best word to describe the experience. In fact it was so intense my chest feels
tight with emotion. I’ve never given this much of myself to anyone before. It’s
not a big deal to him, though, I tell myself sternly. It’s just business
as usual so stop getting all emotional. I take a deep breath, trying to
calm down.
“It can be overwhelming the first time you
submit to someone,” he says softly. He cups my cheek. “It was intense for me as
well, accepting your surrender. You are so very lovely when you give yourself,
my darling.”
His eyes hold mine and for a breathless
moment I’m sure he’s going to kiss me. But he doesn’t. He simply strokes a
strand of hair out of my face and looks at me.
“Th-thank you,” I stutter.
“You’re welcome.” He kisses my cheek
lightly and sits back. “You did very well. But this was just a small step
forward.”
“It was plenty big enough for me.” Despite
my calming breaths, I’m still blushing and trembling, pressing my thighs
together. The last orgasm he gave me echoes through my body, like the
aftershocks of an earthquake.
Aiden frowns. “Really, Emma, anyone would think
you’d never had a man touch you before.”
I glance up at him quickly before I can
stop myself. Then I look back down at my hands, hoping he can’t read my
inexperience in my face.
“Emma?” he says.
I only looked at him for a moment but apparently
those gray eyes are as sharp as they look. “Yes?” I whisper.
“Exactly how many sexual partners have you
had?” he wants to know.
“Oh, you know…”
“No, I don’t,” he says sternly. “Not until
you tell me.”
“Fine,” I say, half angry, half ashamed. “None , all right? No one in the supernatural community wants to date a dud. Or a
prudish witch, one who’s too afraid and ashamed to take off her clothes and get
naked in public. Or in private for that matter.” I look down at my hands, the
words coming
makes me feel as if I’m going to come again.
Aiden seems to sense this. “That’s right,
sweetheart,” he murmurs, thrusting even harder. “Give it up for me. Let me feel
you squeezing my fingers with that tight little pussy.”
He brushes my throbbing clit again as he
thrusts into me and I can’t help it—with a low moan that sounds suspiciously
like his name, I am coming again. This time it’s a deeper orgasm, one that
seems to well up from within and overwhelm me. I can feel my inner muscles
clench hard around his fingers.
Aiden must be able to feel it too. “Good
girl,” he says, still pumping into me. “Good girl to come so hard for me. Gods,
you’re tight.”
At last the pleasure recedes, like a wave
pulling back from the shore. It leaves me feeling drained, both mentally and physically.
It’s almost as though I’ve run a marathon—or what I imagineit would be
like after a marathon, anyway. I only run when chased.
My new Master seems to be finely attuned to
my body. When he senses that I’m finished coming, Aiden withdraws his fingers gently
and strokes my back in soothing circles.
I just lie there, limp. My pussy might be
tight but the rest of me feels like overcooked pasta. I’m completely exhausted.
I think I’d be happy to lie here all night, facedown on his lap, and sleep.
But Aiden isn’t going to let me. “Very
good, Emma,” he says, sitting me up. “You’re beautiful when you come. Has
anyone ever told you that?”
“No,” I whisper, looking down. Now that I’m
upright again, my lassitude seems to have magically drained away and I’m
ashamed to face him. I can’t look him in the eye after writhing all over his
lap and spreading my legs for him. Can’t let myself admit that I called him
Master and begged him to make me come.
“Just look at you, you’re blushing.” He
sounds surprised. “Was it really that hard for you to give yourself to me?”
“It was…intense,” I say, trying to find the
best word to describe the experience. In fact it was so intense my chest feels
tight with emotion. I’ve never given this much of myself to anyone before. It’s
not a big deal to him, though, I tell myself sternly. It’s just business
as usual so stop getting all emotional. I take a deep breath, trying to
calm down.
“It can be overwhelming the first time you
submit to someone,” he says softly. He cups my cheek. “It was intense for me as
well, accepting your surrender. You are so very lovely when you give yourself,
my darling.”
His eyes hold mine and for a breathless
moment I’m sure he’s going to kiss me. But he doesn’t. He simply strokes a
strand of hair out of my face and looks at me.
“Th-thank you,” I stutter.
“You’re welcome.” He kisses my cheek
lightly and sits back. “You did very well. But this was just a small step
forward.”
“It was plenty big enough for me.” Despite
my calming breaths, I’m still blushing and trembling, pressing my thighs
together. The last orgasm he gave me echoes through my body, like the
aftershocks of an earthquake.
Aiden frowns. “Really, Emma, anyone would think
you’d never had a man touch you before.”
I glance up at him quickly before I can
stop myself. Then I look back down at my hands, hoping he can’t read my
inexperience in my face.
“Emma?” he says.
I only looked at him for a moment but apparently
those gray eyes are as sharp as they look. “Yes?” I whisper.
“Exactly how many sexual partners have you
had?” he wants to know.
“Oh, you know…”
“No, I don’t,” he says sternly. “Not until
you tell me.”
“Fine,” I say, half angry, half ashamed. “None , all right? No one in the supernatural community wants to date a dud. Or a
prudish witch, one who’s too afraid and ashamed to take off her clothes and get
naked in public. Or in private for that matter.” I look down at my hands, the
words coming
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