Bared (29 page)

Now she wore his ring.

She’d be his wife.

He hoped when they grew old, she’d look back on this time not with regret but as the moment when Aidan realized the beauty between them. He’d never forget that she saved him. He’d never forget what she’d done for him. He’d never let a day go by that she didn’t know why he loved her.

With her kisses making him rock hard, he gave a final nibble of her bottom lip then backed away. Then he gestured to his shirt. “Unbutton that for me.”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

As he ran his hands over her bottom and squeezed those sexy cheeks, she undid the buttons of his shirt and then pushed it off his shoulders. She pressed herself against him, her taut nipples sliding across his chest. He groaned, tangled his fingers into her hair, and with a tug, he angled her head and assaulted her neck with his tongue. “Feel that hard cock, Cora?”

She squirmed against him, breathless. “Yes, sir.”

“Only for you.” He bit her shoulder, embracing her shudder as he slid his hand over skin so soft and beautiful. “You do this. You always have.” Inhaling deeply, her scent spiraled in the air around him. When his shirt tumbled to the ground, he lifted his head. “I want you to go right down here for me.”

Cora grinned, lowering to her knees. She reached for his belt buckle and in seconds his
pants and boxer briefs pooled at his feet. He stepped out of his clothes and peered down at his cock, which stood straight up, hard as a rock. Scanning over her puckered nipples, he swallowed deeply.

Oh, yes,
his
submissive was aroused indeed.

With his gaze fixated on her, he slid his thumb across her bottom lip as her fingers wrapped around his dick. “Open that mouth for me.”

She did as told and he slipped his cock in between her lips, pushing himself deep into her throat. Her lips stretched, sealing around him. He thrust his fingers into her hair, shifted his hips, and she relaxed her jaw, allowing him to move deeper between her lips. As she licked and sucked his cock, it drove him crazy. He threw his head back and grunted—her mouth was warm, tight, and oh, so wet.

Within minutes, his entire body tensed and his muscles vibrated with each low groan he gave. Heat raced through his body and soared up his spine. Her blow jobs always brought him to inches of his climax. Now this was
more
. The heady emotion behind her moves burned through him. She didn’t please him in search of her pleasure. She rocked his world because she loved him, he saw that now.

This pleasure belonged only to him, always to him.

With her hand underneath her mouth, while her lips created intense suction, his eyes rolled back into his head.
Fucking perfect
. The combination stealing his coherent thoughts nearly sent him crashing over the edge. With a growl from his throat, he leaned away and her lips popped off his cock head.

On her knees, peering up at him, her eyes were hooded. Aidan chuckled at the beauty stirring in the highest form of pleasure. He licked his lips as he leaned down and cupped her face. Holding her face tight, he sealed his mouth over hers. He moaned when she kissed him with hot passion, scorching fire into his veins. Their tongues clashed in a wicked heat before he broke the kiss. “Get on the bed. I want to taste you.”

She stood on shaky legs, not at all like herself. He’d never seen her move so jerkily and been so unstable on her feet; she’d always been so graceful. When she settled into the middle of the mattress, she spread her legs wide. She slid her hand between her thighs and her arousal shined off the light. Her gaze stayed transfixed on him as she caressed her clit with one hand, while the other tweaked a taut nipple.

He lifted a brow. “Enjoying yourself?”

She raised her hips off the bed and her voice hitched between her sexy moans. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Stop.” She narrowed her eyes before she placed her hands on her stomach. He approached her, sliding his face between her warm thighs. Running his arms against the quilt, he grasped her hips. He blew gently against her heated flesh, and Cora hissed through her teeth.

He chuckled and then licked along her damp folds, working his way up to her clit. She lifted her hips off the bed and he pinned her to the mattress. “You taste good. Sweet. Ready,” he murmured as he swept his tongue over her clit. Her groans and gasps had him flicking her bundle of nerves faster and sliding in gentle sweeps over her soft folds.

When she quivered against his tongue, his greedy dick throbbed to be deep inside her. He lifted above her and gazed over her from her long neck to her perky breasts. “Spread your legs. Let me love you.”

Her features were tense, wild, and out of control, as she hooked her arms under her legs. He grunted at the sight of her wet pink folds. In urgent demand, he pressed his hands against the bed and rose above her. “Yeah, luv, like that—nice and wide.” Cora’s rosy nipples begged for his mouth and he sucked one deep against the roof of his mouth. When he bit the taut bud, she gasped and he added, “You belong here. Beneath me.”

Cora’s eyes darkened, deliciously aroused. Her breath sounded ragged and equaled the urgency he experienced. “I do …” He treated her other nipple to a firm bite before he laved the sting away with his tongue. Moving above her, he shifted his hips, until the tip of his cock rested at her slit. Her eyes went huge with her gasp: “Sir!”

Blanketing her with his body, he slid his hands against the mattress to rest upon the top of her head. He shifted the tip of his cock in and out, releasing a low moan. “Tell me why you think I use a condom in the dungeon?”

Her mouth slackened, gaze searched his. “I thought you preferred it.”

He understood her surprise, as he never needed to use condoms but always had. STD and HIV tests were done quarterly at the dungeon. If anyone played with an outside member, not only did they need to tell Dmitri, they needed to go for another test immediately after if they wanted to go bare.

Aidan, though, had always used them.

He brushed his nose against hers, enjoying her being there, so close to him. Cora showed
him that night in the dungeon that she’d given her soul to him. He hadn’t realized she’d stolen his, too. Nothing would come between them. Whenever she was right there, in his arms, she’d be safe, loved, and protected.

Though words could explain that, as he told her, actions proved so much more. Cora needed to believe him. All of this, everything step he’d taken since his talk with Kyler and his dream had put it all into perspective. Sense had been smacked into him. He needed to prove he was ready for this, ready to commit to her. He needed to show her how he treated her now was different than before. “Bare skin is for
my woman
.”

He stared at her intently, watching her eyes widen farther, showing the whites. He pumped the tip of his cock in and out and added, “It’s the one thing I can do with a submissive that belongs to me personally that I won’t do to others.” He gave her a soft kiss, licking her bottom lip in a slow flick. “It’s a statement that I am committed to you—and only you. It’s a show that if you ever became pregnant, it wouldn’t disappoint me.”

“Aidan …” Tears welled in her eyes. “I love—”

With his cock straining to push in deep into her tight heat, he pressed a finger to her mouth. “You’ve said that enough—without words—and I never heard you.” He thrust forward with one quick stroke into the depths of her. Cora arched up into him with a seductive moan. “This is more than love, Cora. What we have …” He swirled his hips, gyrating against her clit. “It’s so superbly special that I feared it.”

Pumping his hips twice, Cora’s mouth dropped open. She lifted her head, drawing closer to him, as he added, “You healed me. You saved me.” Pleasure swept through him, pulling a groan from low in his chest. “You gave me all I needed. You supported me. You brought me back from a dark place.” He rubbed his pelvis against her clit and her face flushed bright red. “You loved me at my worst and became what I needed, because that’s what I needed you to do.”

Her soft sigh rushed across him as her arousal thickened on his cock. He gritted his teeth against the surge of sensations. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you. To love you. To appreciate you. To be what you need me to be.” Her inner walls squeezed his cock, and his breath deepened, naturally speeding up his thrusts. “To make love to you until you don’t remember anyone’s touch but mine and until my body is branded on every inch of you.” He grunted. “Christ, you’re so wet.”

“Holy hell, stop talking.” Her eyes were crazed with pleasure and her sweet cunt
spasmed. “Fuck me. Now.”

Aidan frowned in disappointment. He withdrew his cock and lifted on his hands, peering down to the woman on the brink of orgasm. “Come again?”

Cora blinked, and blinked again. Then she cringed. “Oh, shit.”

“Indeed,” he muttered.

Though it nearly killed him to do so, he flipped her over on her knees, probably too fast for her to fully process the mistake she’d made.
Never ask for anything
. He pushed her head to the bed, angling her perfect ass high in the air with her legs spread wide. Rubbing her cheek with the palm of his hand, he said, “State your mistake.”

A long paused followed. “I asked you to fuck me, sir.”

He squeezed her bottom, feeling Cora relax beneath his hand. A smart submissive she was, as tensing only made the swats more painful. In the dungeon, he had been stricter with a cane punishment, because it was necessary for her to learn appropriate behavior. He never wanted her to fail in front of Club Sin members. Looking back, he realized he’d done so because he cared about her.

He had wanted her to shine in Club Sin.

At Club Sin, his punishments were quick, swift, and to the point. In his house, his punishments were on his terms. He loved giving a good and hard spanking. He relished seeing an ass bright red to give the reminder of an error. And he further enjoyed a woman who both hated and loved that form of punishment. Cora was one of those women—it might hurt a little, but it also aroused her. “Count them.”

“Dammit …” His hand landed on the round part of her ass and she flinched. “One.”

Two and three he issued without hesitation, and Cora cursed with each one. A loud slap echoed in the bedroom and the redness in her cheeks darkened. “Ouch. Four.”
Five, six, and seven
, she said through gritted teeth, and his hand burned.

Making the last few count, he increased the speed and force and delivered them right after one another. Cora whimpered, and then all but growled, “Eight. Son of a … Nine. Ten. Fuck.”

Aidan chuckled, running his hands over a stunning red ass. She might curse him. They might have hurt. She might even appear to hate a spanking, but her body betrayed her. Arousal coated her inner thighs, and it glistened off her folds. Not giving her a chance to catch up, Aidan
squeezed those red cheeks and settled in behind her. With one thrust, he buried himself inside all that wet, hot pussy.

“Mine to fuck, Cora,” he told her. “On my terms.”

He positioned his hands against the top of her buttocks, finding the perfect angle. He did exactly what she wanted—he fucked her roughly. Under his primal thrusts, her slick arousal spread between them and her inner walls tightened as her panting became sharp gasps.

“Yeeeeeesssss!” she screamed.

His gaze zeroed on how her ass jiggled under his hard thrusts. Her lips parted with her scream and her inner walls clamped against him, indicating the rise of her climax. The moment her scream cut off, he yanked out.

He slapped her ass with a hit that stung his fingers. “That cunt is mine to make come, only when I allow. To make wet and achy when I like.” She roared with a sound of sheer desperation, her entire body quivering. He added, “Your orgasms are my gifts. To give to you in whatever manner that pleases me.”

Her voice thickened. “Oh, God.”

Aidan swore he heard her teeth chattering with the hard, sensual shakes of her over-aroused body. He rubbed her bright red bottom and gave it a final slap, which had her screaming. Then he flipped her over onto her back and moved on top of her. Without pause, he slid his cock inside her and grunted at her soaked folds. He lowered his mouth and kissed the warm and hot woman beneath him. He brought her leg up and tucked it under his arm, thrusting deeper.

Now he showed her this was on his terms, always on his terms. Part of his punishment was the spanking, but that also aroused Cora. The firmer part of the punishment was increasing her need to orgasm by the spanking and then refusing it. The wild look in her eye told him it worked—she was quite uncomfortable now. She might’ve wanted to beg him to finish her now, but he worked her slowly … drawing out the rise of her climax.

She cupped his face, her lips following his every move. He shifted his hips in a steady pace, devoured her neck, and rubbed his chest against her hard nipples. Her inner walls clamped against him and she was so deliciously wet. Every thrust made her more so. Every pump of his hips tightened her heat. Each move he made darkened her eyes to a stormy blue. Yet Cora needed hard thrusts to orgasm.

Aidan was never past having a slight evil side. Now he drew out her orgasm until she
possibly couldn’t bear it. Pinning her beneath him, he placed a hand on top of her head, and moved swiftly. He dropped a kiss onto her puffy lips and her breath became ragged. Her moans were desperate, yet the hitch he heard was filled with emotion.

He was right there, too.

Pure affection shown in the simplest primal form, he poured all of what he felt for her into his kiss. Each move he made wasn’t out of domination. It wasn’t out of expectations, or requesting submission, he made love to her. Which was what
he
wanted, if he wanted to take her roughly he would have.

No toys. No ropes. No wax. Only a man consuming a woman in the most primal form.

She was
his
.

He was
hers
.

They were connected, consumed with each other.

This moment, with them together in such perfection, equaled something so exquisite. His lips rested against hers as their moans deepened. He stared into her eyes, consumed by a soul he’d never hurt again; a woman who was patient, kind, and loving.